“What about the shoes?”
They glanced down at her sky-high beige heels. As if they were of the same mind, they both shook their heads.
“Leave them. We’ll take everything else off eventually, so let’s keep those bows.” Beck grinned.
She sent him a soft smile as she bent and retrieved the dress, laying it across the arm of the U-shaped sectional behind her. Then she faced their laps again.
Forcing down her nerves, she bent and draped herself across their thighs. Instantly, Seth laid his rough palm in the middle of her back—his gentle yet unyielding reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere until they said so. The other hand wrapped around her closest thigh and pulled it against his body. Beck did the same with the thigh nearest him. Heavenly was painfully aware of her exposed backside and her sopping sex between her indecently spread legs. It embarrassed as much as it aroused her.
“You didn’t show me all your bows, did you?” Beck’s question held both censure and chiding disapproval.
She hurried to correct him. “I did.”
“Not this one.” He thumbed a spot where the two ribbons over her hips joined at the crack of her ass.
“I-I didn’t know.”
“You should have.” He tsked at her. “We’ll have to add to your punishment. You can’t keep these things from us.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“In fact, you can’t keep anything from us,” Seth reiterated. “To make sure you understand that, we’re going to heat up this very pretty backside so it’s tender for a day or two. Comfy, angel?”
“Um…”
He laughed. “Are you physically uncomfortable? Embarrassment doesn’t mean a damn thing to us.”
She couldn’t complain precisely. It felt foreign to be lying across their hard, fully clothed thighs, unable to hide any part of herself from their gazes while they planned to slap her flesh to their satisfaction…and probably hers, too.
“I’m fine.”
“Excellent. We’ll spank. You whimper.” He laughed.
Her body tightened with that confusing tangle of desire and dismay again as she pressed her palms to the floor and braced herself. A week ago, they’d fired up her backside with their strong, wide hands. Those erotic moments—full of both shocking sting and melting pleasure—were seared into her memory.
Would this spanking be the same?
Eyes squeezed shut, Heavenly waited for the first blow. Anticipation and anxiety mounted. The heat of Beck’s hand hovering over her naked backside played tricks on her brain.
“We would have gone easier if you’d shown us that last bow.” Beck’s words doubled her angst.
Seth finished where Beck left off. “So to make sure you understand that keeping secrets isn’t allowed…”
No matter how small or seemingly irrelevant, being less than totally honest was a red-hot button for them. Raine had warned her. A short thirty minutes ago, Heavenly hadn’t completely understood the importance of her friend’s tip. She suspected Beck and Seth were about to make sure she had a crystal-clear understanding.
Seth slid his hand into her skimpy bra and pinched her aching nipple between his strong finger and firm thumb. Beck skimmed a barely there knuckle down her spine. The opposing sensations of pain and pleasure triggered a chain reaction deep in her womb that left her shuddering and tingling.
Then Beck landed a sturdy blow on her left cheek. The clap of flesh meeting flesh vibrated her to the bone. Heavenly jolted and yelped, more in shock than any real pain. A wildfire started under her skin, the startling burn biting deep as it quickly engulfed her backside and spread between her thighs. As the two men eased the sting with their palms, a rush of hot cream gushed from inside her.
Before she’d even begun to recover, Seth landed a wicked slap directly below the spot Beck had ignited. Another cry tore from her throat as she wriggled and writhed, trying to escape the broadening burn.
“That’s for thinking it’s all right for other men to see you in that sexy-as-fuck dress,” Seth growled in her ear. “Don’t get us wrong. It made me so hard I could bust out a driveway right now.”
“You and me both, brother.”
“But you’re ours.”
Despite the blaze coursing through her body, Heavenly couldn’t resist a smile. This must be what Raine meant when she’d talked about the power of her pussy. Amazing that one sexy little outfit could drive two fully grown men half-insane, but no denying there was something more primal and feral about them tonight. The sense of empowerment sluicing through her veins was heady, even if she did feel a little guilty for inadvertently pushing their jealousy buttons.