She smiled sweetly. “Am I not doing it right?”
His eyes flashed with hot menace. “Jace, she’s being smart again. Don’t let her up until she makes me come. And I can hold out a damn long time, girl.”
She had no idea what Jace had planned for her, but she was going to do her damnedest to make Andre come hard and fast just to prove a point. Playing the brat was turning out to be fun.
She drew her mouth back down over Andre and went for it for real this time, not teasing, but taking him in long, wet sucks, bringing him all the way to the back of her throat and holding him there, then lavishing focused attention over the smooth head, hitting all the spots she knew drove him wild. He hissed out a breath.
Jace moved behind her, and she jumped when he pressed his hand to her back. “Scoot your knees out further behind you and brace yourself against him. I want your ass up and your legs spread for me. Understand?”
She had her mouth full so she answered by getting into the position, which was basically like being on all fours. It put her on display and fully at Jace’s mercy. Her body warmed and readied, knowing that he was probably putting her in this position for one reason.
Jace made a pleased sound when she settled into the pose. “Very nice.” He ran his fingers over her folds, making her groan, and then wiped the evidence of her arousal along her hip. “Seems our defiant captive likes having a cock in her mouth and her legs spread for me. For all those sharp words, her body’s begging for it. You like being used, doll? Like knowing you’re just our plaything?”
She lifted her head for a moment. “Fuck you both.”
“Yeah, that’ll happen, too. You don’t have to start pleading for it yet, though. Save your strength,” he said, smug satisfaction on full tilt. “Because first you need to pay for all that defiance you’re throwing at us.”
She tried to glance back, a natural desire to see what was coming, but Andre held her head between his hands and guided her back down. She took him back into her throat at the moment something flat and swift landed against her ass. She gasped around Andre’s cock, the sharp sting catching her off guard. But Andre kept her still.
“I’m not going to stop until Andre tells me you’ve done a good enough job, so I suggest you don’t get distracted, doll.”
He swung what she deduced was some sort of leather strap again, and it hit her with a biting slap. She lost her focus for a second as the sensation traveled over her skin and radiated out. The guys had spanked her many times before, using hands, paddles, and floggers, but this had more sting than thud. Less blunt impact but a more intense burn at the surface. Like getting the tip of a crop but over a much larger area.
He slapped across the backs of her thighs with it and her nails dug into Andre’s hips, earning her a grunt from him. Andre didn’t tell her to stop though. He shared her masochistic streak. So she left her nails where they were and redoubled her efforts to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. But Jace wasn’t going to give her a break. He reached beneath her with one hand, finding her clit and stroking it. He dropped the strap, now too close to get a good angle with the tool, and used the palm of his other hand to mark a fiery pattern of blows over her backside, making everything burn and tingle. She shifted against his touch, her body getting that edgy restlessness where she both wanted to escape the pain and lean into the pleasure of it. Because though it stung and human instinct was to shrink back from that, she knew what awaited on the other side. Plus, having his palm marking her always dialed up something inside her—flesh warming flesh, his handprints rising pink on her skin.
After a few more swats and strokes, she got her reward, the pleasure braiding in with the pain and the familiar welcome buzz moving through her body as the endorphins kicked in. He increased the intensity of the slaps while steadily sliding his fingers along her sensitive flesh—giving her just enough pleasure to drive her mad but not enough to send her flying yet.
“That’s right, baby,” Jace cajoled. “Rub against my fingers. I love how needy you are right now. Show us how shameless you are.”
She rocked her hips against him even as he landed another spank along her tender thighs, and her thoughts begin to soften around the edges, letting her sink into that lovely space where it was all sensation. Just warm fingers and prickling skin and the salty taste of Andre gliding over her tongue, his hands still spanning her head, and Jace’s voice guiding her.
Andre groaned and his grip tightened on her. “I’m close, man.”
“Yeah?” Jace asked. “Guess that means she’s doing a good job. Maybe she should get a reward for that.”
“Hell yes, she should,” Andre said, his voice strained.
Jace’s hand rubbed over her backside, soothing some of the sting. “Climb on top of Andre and ride him until he comes. But you don’t get to come yet, understand? Or there will be consequences.”
Evan pulled away from Andre and licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”
It was going to be a challenge. She felt so on the verge already, but she’d hold off as best she could. She got to her feet and straddled Andre.
Jace stepped behind the couch to face her and leaned down next to Andre. “And Dre, do all you want to try to break her.”
A distressed sound slipped out of Evan. They so weren’t playing fair tonight.
Andre’s grin went devious and he grabbed her hips to align her over his body. “Take all of me, bella. Nice and slow. I want to watch you taking me in.”
She sucked in a ragged breath, trying to reign in the thundering desire coursing through her. She could do this nice and easy. She could control her response. But as Andre lowered her down, the slick head of his cock rubbing against her entrance and tormenting her before sliding in with slow, tortuous precision, she got the feeling she was on a fool’s errand. Her fingers gripped his shoulders and she hummed though the surge of need. But even so, her body tightened around him, gripping him like a fist.
Andre’s head tilted back against the couch, his eyes going half-mast and his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Fuck, bella, you feel good. Ride me slow.”
She undulated her hips, reveling in the feel of Andre’s body and the touch of his hands, and lifted her gaze to Jace, who was still standing behind the couch. She expected to find him watching with hungry interest—all of them were shameless voyeurs, after all. That was part of the beauty of their arrangement. But instead of Jace’s focus being on the carnal connection of Evan and Andre’s bodies, she found him staring at her face, something vulnerable and powerful hovering in those green eyes.
She lost her breath and her rhythm for a moment, the impact of that look like a physical blow. Jace smiled, almost chagrined, as if he’d been caught in someth
ing. But he reached out, cupped her face, and leaned around Andre to press a kiss to her lips—like he couldn’t help himself from breaking out of role for moment. “You two look fucking hot together.”