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Her footsteps softened as she hit thick carpet. No other sounds filled her ears. The rooms in the main house were soundproof, so she assumed they’d gone in the side door and were walking down one of the hallways. At least they hadn’t walked her through the lobby.

But the quiet solitude was short-lived. They tucked her into the elevator and when the doors dinged and opened again, Evan’s ears perked at the gentle murmur of voices in the distance. Good Lord, how she must look—naked, masked, and in heels. Not to mention escorted by two gorgeous men in cop uniforms.

“Mmm, bella,” Andre breathed against her ear. “When you blush it’s not only your cheeks that get pink. So sexy.”

He thumbed a nipple and the ebb in heat that her rush of anxiety had caused quickly fired up anew. How could she be so turned on yet so fucking terrified at the same time?

The voices shifted, now both in front and behind, people milling around her in a busy room. Oh, God. Her muscles threatened to lock in place and fasten her to the floor even while the familiar kernel of desire sizzled within her. “Wait. I don’t know if I can do this.”

* * *

Evan halted in Jace’s grip, her muscles stiffening beneath his fingertips. He frowned and glanced at Andre, whose expression mirrored his. They’d anticipated this. But after Evan had done such a good job in the scene so far, Jace had thought maybe she’d already arrived at the place they needed her to be—that zone of absolute trust. But obviously they hadn’t won her full heart and submission quite yet. And if the end of the plan was going to come to fruition, then this piece was non-negotiable.

Jace scanned the large open room that made up the top floor of The Ranch’s main building. The center of the space was filled with couches for lounging and watching the antics, while the perimeter was set up with every kind of BDSM equipment you could imagine. A few scenes were taking place behind the slim red ropes that cordoned off each area, and two people with yellow T-shirts—The Ranch’s safety monitors—were walking the floor.

Heads had lifted when he, Andre, and Evan had stepped off the elevator. The sight of a beautiful submissive stripped and cuffed between two doms dressed as cops was not something most people saw every day. Even at The Ranch.

Electricity had wicked through Jace’s veins at the attention. He’d break off someone’s hand if anyone but Andre touched Evan, but he couldn’t deny that exposing her this way didn’t make his cock press even harder against the fly of his pants. He’d never seen a woman look so stunning in her submission. And she was theirs. She loved them back.

But now she just had to know what it meant to trust them.

They had only planned to walk her through the main room to give her a sense of exposure before going into a private area, but now she’d earned herself a tougher punishment. Jace tightened his grip on her arm. “Step to the right and get on your knees, sub. You’re blocking the walkway.”

“Jace, I can’t do—”

Andre smacked her bare ass. “Move it. And it’s ‘sir.’”

Jace held his breath. Evan’s whole body remained taut and, though he couldn’t see her face, he saw her wet her lips, part them. Fuck, she’s going to safe word. They’d read her signals wrong and pushed her too far too fast.

But then the stiffness went pliable beneath his fingertips, and she stepped to the side, her head dipping in deference. She lowered to her knees. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Her voice quavered, but her nipples had gone hard and dusky pink, and the illicit scent of her arousal swirled through his senses. Sweet mother of God he’d missed her. He leaned against the wall behind him, overwhelmed by the sight of her, by her compliance. He ran a hand over her head, the smooth spandex material warm from her body heat, and then yanked off the mask. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I want to look at you while you take my cock.”

She blinked up at him, adjusting to the light, then tried to look over her shoulder to see where she was. Andre grabbed a handful of her hair from his position behind her and held her in place. “Where we are or who’s watching is of no concern of yours, bella. All you need to worry about is showing Officer Austin how eager you are to suck him off.”

Her gaze flared. Anger laced with wicked desire.

Jace unfastened his pants and freed his straining erection, stroking it once in front of her. “You see what you did to me, pet?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He grabbed her chin and grazed her lips with the already damp tip of his cock. “Take care of it.”

Those soft lips of hers closed around him and he damn near lost it at the first graze of her tongue. Ah, fuck. These last few months he’d craved her like a drug. Her sweet femininity, the feisty edge to her submission, those soulful eyes gazing up at him. His dreams had been haunted by her face, the memory of her never leaving his subconscious even when he tried to push her from his mind and shore up his heart again. And now she was here, at his feet, giving him the gift of her body, her trust, her everything.

He didn’t know if he deserved such a wondrous gift, but hell if he wasn’t looking forward to spending every day of the rest of his life doing his best to be worthy of her.

Her mouth slid down his shaft and she took him deep, sending currents of pleasure-laced lightning through his cock and up his spine. His balls tightened, and he sagged against the wall with a moan, letting Andre guide Evan’s head back and forth over him.r: Roni Loren

The door on her right opened and Jace clamped a hand around her arm. “Come on, pet. Time to pay your debt to society.”

She scooted out gingerly, the vibrator moving inside her with every jostle, sending a pulse of need straight to her clit each time. When she planted her heels into the gravel, her legs wobbled, but Jace helped her to a stand.

Andre unlocked her cuffs and grabbed her shoulders. “Turn and face the vehicle. Palms on the car.”

“Yes, sir.” She followed his instructions and he nudged her feet wide, leaving her completely vulnerable to them. The vibrator continued its steady humming and her arousal threatened to track down her thighs.

Hands locked around her ankles, a pair on each. Jace and Andre at her feet. “You have any weapons on you, Ms. Kennedy?” Andre asked.


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