“Let her go,” he said to Ren. “She’s mine.”
Ren released her wrists and Hayes gripped Cora’s arm, flipping her onto her belly. She landed with a squeak of bedsprings and a gasp, all that pretty flesh flushed and glistening with the start of sweat. He grabbed her waist and dragged her to the edge of the bed, letting her feet touch the floor. “You use that word if you need it, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Swear to me.”
Her back was rising and falling with quick breaths. “I swear.”
“Good girl.” He lifted his hand and did exactly what he’d wanted to do since he’d seen her beautiful ass slide out of those pants tonight. He spanked her with a satisfying thwap.
She yelped, caught by surprise, and her fingers curled into the comforter.
“Hold her down, Ren,” Hayes said, squeezing the base of his cock at the rush of need, at the sight of his handprint on her skin. “Lenore used to get so wet over the thought of my hand turning her ass pink. Let’s see how reality compares.”
Ren clamped his hands over her wrists, his own gaze going hooded. Hayes swatted Cora again and she squirmed. But no safe word. And the squirming only drove him up higher. She was trying to rub her clit against the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs. Show me what you think of this.”
After a second, she obeyed and all that delicate slick flesh appeared in front of him. The human body was a beautiful thing. He loved things about both the male and female form. But there was something about seeing a woman in surrender, open and aroused, that was like goddamned art.
He spanked her again, watched her cunt clench, her body beg for touch. He traced a finger over her pucker. Cora groaned.
“Mmm, next time,” he said, teasing her a little more. “Lenore said she played wi
th a plug sometimes. How about you, Cora?”
Cora was breathing hard now. “I never lied to you.”
Ren made a sound of approval. “You’re so goddamned sexy. Christ.”
“You’ve got him hard again,” Hayes said, still teasing her hole. “I bet he’s imagining how your ass would feel. Bet it’d be tight with my cock buried in your pussy at the same time.”
“Oh, fuck,” Cora whispered, rocking back into his touch.
He smiled. “Pace yourself, dirty girl. We’ve got all the time in the world to play. But maybe Ren can give you a little taste while I finish your spanking for goading me into this.”
He gave Ren a look and didn’t need to say anything. Ren stretched to pull open the bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. He had his fingers slicked up before Cora could properly catch her breath. His hand slid down her backside.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her muscles tensing.
“Shh,” Ren said. “You’re going to relax for us. And you’re going to enjoy this.”
Ren pressed a finger against that tight little rosette, and Hayes watched as Ren pushed into her. Cora’s heels lifted off the floor and she moaned. The sight made Hayes want to bury himself right there, right now, but he breathed through the urge to rush.
As Ren slowly fucked her ass with his finger, Hayes grabbed a riding crop out of Ren’s cabinet and then went to work, smacking her ass, her thighs, and delivering light taps to her pussy until Cora was panting and writhing on the bed.
“Spread your legs wider,” Hayes said, voice filled with gravel.
After a second, she followed the instruction and he inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, taking in the hot, decadent smell of sex.
She was a beautiful mess laid out before him. Arousal slicked her inner thighs, her pussy was flushed and red, and her muscles were clenching around the second finger Ren had pushed into her like she was begging for more. She may not be sure if she liked pain play yet, but the girl was going crazy from the flogging. And he was going crazy for her.
Cora was perfect. Everything Lenore had been but in a better package—a smart, quirky, strong package. And sexy as fuck. He had worried he was falling for Lenore, a fantasy, but it turned out he was falling for someone very, very real. Falling hard.
The thought scared the shit out of him. He’d just come to terms with his feelings for Ren. He didn’t know how to process this other separate attraction, this attachment. But right now, he wasn’t going to worry about it. It’d been four years since he’d felt the pleasure of a woman, and months of fantasizing about Lenore. That ended tonight.
He tossed the crop aside and spanked Cora a few more times, needing to feel her flesh against his palm, wanting to see her juices slide down her thighs. But soon she was begging, not for him to stop, but for him.