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  He raised his hand to her, picking up where Seth left off, plucking at the bows before being distracted by her rosy, swelling nipples. “You’re in so much trouble, little girl.”

  Inside, that made her both quake and cheer. “I-I am?”

  “Oh, yeah. Do you have any more bows to show me before we take you over our knees?”

  She shook her head, unable to catch her breath or think past the arousal clouding her brain.

  “Let’s get this dress off,” Seth insisted.

  “Fuck yes. I want to see what else is under there.”

  When they began to ease it down her hips, Heavenly remembered something important. “Wait! There’s one more.”

  “Where?” Beck was laser-focused.

  It made everything between her legs pulse. “Down…you know, there.”

  “Your pussy, little girl?” he whispered thickly as he thumbed her breast, his stare drilling straight into hers.

  “He asked you to show him,” Seth snapped. “Are you trying to disappoint him or stalling because you want more punishment?”

  “No. I…I just remembered. I—”

  “Show. Me. Now,” Beck growled.

  Her belly clenched as she curled her fingers around the front of her short skirt and lifted it slowly to reveal the fleshy pad between her legs and the two ribbons laced like a corset over it, topped with a tiny pink bow. She couldn’t curb the urge to shield herself with her fingers. The damp heat of her pussy rose to her palm. “Here. But…”

  Beck crouched again so her pussy sat right at eye level. “I don’t want to see your hand.”

  “I’m not sure you’ll like this.” Her head swam. Even her whisper trembled.

  That had him raising a brow. “Because?”

  “It’s very”—she licked her lips—“revealing.”

  “Let me see.”

  Her head told her to drop her arm to her side. But mutiny was happening all over her body. She couldn’t move an inch.

  “Look at this.” Seth gestured her way. “Defiance.”

  “You’re just adding to your punishment, little girl.”

  “I don’t mean to.”

  Seth tsked at her. “Clearly, you do. What other reason could you possibly have not to show us?”

  “I’ll be so exposed.” And vulnerable.

  “Exactly.”

  He lost patience then and wrapped strong fingers around her wrist. Resistance was futile as he dragged her hand away and bared her.

  “Holy motherfucking son of a bitch,” Beck breathed. “Those panties cover absolutely nothing. I can see almost your whole pussy, little girl. What do you have to say for yourself?”

  Anxiety kicked in, and she felt compelled to explain. “Raine picked them out—”

  “Did she put them on your body, too?” Beck raised a brow at her.

  “N-no.”

  “You did, right?”

  “Yes.” She could barely answer past the terrified excitement caged in her chest.

  “So who should we blame for this flagrant attempt to tease us beyond sanity?” Seth demanded.

  Heavenly felt damned no matter what she said, and that shouldn’t be the sexiest feeling she’d ever imagined. “Me.”

  “That’s right.” Beck nodded. “Now be a good girl and show me the bow on your cunt.”

  Struggling to breathe in the thick air, she dropped a trembling finger until it hovered an inch above the silky pink knot.

  Seth, looking on beside her, shook his head. “You know what he wants. Touch it.”

  “Feel how wet you are,” Beck added.

  Oh, goodness… This cocktail of fear, shame, and thrill was going to undo her before she ever got her clothes off.

  Slowly, she complied, pressing her fingertip directly onto the little bow. It was drenched.

  Seth hissed in a breath. “You’re even wetter now than you were five minutes ago, aren’t you, angel?”

  She didn’t dare lie. “Yes.”

  “You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Beck demanded.

  “Yes.”

  “Why should we give you what you want after you’ve tormented us?”

  Heavenly didn’t know the right answer. All she knew was that she wanted them more than she ever had. “Please…”

  Beck chuckled. “That’s the best thing you’ve said all day.”

  Seth nodded. “It’s sweet…but it isn’t going to save you.”

  “Nope,” Beck agreed. “Keep your fingers on that pussy. I want you to feel exactly how wet you are so you can understand what a bad little girl you’ve been.”

  “Touch myself?” She knew that’s exactly what he meant, but the shy little question slipped out. She tried to look at him from under her lashes but couldn’t quite meet his gaze.

  “Yes. Slide your finger under that pretty little crisscrossed ribbon and stroke your clit. I know it’s hard and swollen. It must be aching. Touch it for us.”

  Despite her stinging embarrassment, she swallowed and complied.

  Heavenly had only ever brought herself to climax in the dark of night, lying alone and thinking of them. Now she felt so dizzy and perilously close to orgasm, she had to lean against the wall and close her eyes as she angled her fingers under the sodden ribbons. When she made contact with her needy clit, she groaned.

  “No. Open your eyes. Look at me while you touch your pussy,” Beck demanded.

  How unbearably intimate would that be?

  She shook her head. “I…can’t.”

  “Or won’t?” Seth snarled in her ear.

  Something about their voices, their demands only added to her arousal and her shame. “Don’t make me.”

  “Obviously, she wants extra punishment.”

  “Maybe a whole night of our lips, tongues, hands, and cocks—without any orgasms for her—will prove our point.”

  At Beck’s threat, her eyes flew open. She pulled her hand free. “No.”

  Seth forced her hand onto her pussy again. “We didn’t tell you to stop rubbing yourself.”

  But if they weren’t going to allow her pleasure, why let her get excited? “Seth…”

  “Pleading won’t save you. Get your fingers back in those panties.”

  “And look at me while you pleasure your pussy.” Beck braced his palm against the wall above her head and leaned in until his face was inches from hers. “Right into my eyes.”

  The demand alone made her body pulse. How long could she do that before she had no control over her urges?

  She threaded her fingers through the ribbons again and somehow managed not to groan or close her eyes at the exquisite sensations. “What do I do when orgasm comes?”

  Beck sent her an evil smile. “You hold it.”

  Seth skimmed kisses across her shoulder and up to her neck, lips resting against the shell of her ear. “If you don’t… Well, you’re already in trouble. Do you want more?”

  “No,” she breathed.

  “Then be a good girl.” Beck skimmed a soft thumb along her jaw. “Let us watch you writhe in agony.”

  “Because we’re definitely going to enjoy your suffering, angel.”

  She didn’t understand…but her body did. Her torturing herself tortured them, too. They were all unbearably aroused. Yet the guys were in absolute control—of themselves and of her. That realization only turned her on more.

  Heavenly swallowed and began rubbing slow, small circles on her clit while forcing herself to meet Beck’s gaze straight on. He studied her expression, watched, catalogued, dissected…and somehow drew her deeper into him without touching her at all. She couldn’t stop herself from falling into those black eyes, burning and focused on her alone.

  Quickly, her pleasure built. The edge of it was right there. Another swipe, maybe two, and she would come utterly undone. “I-I’m close. So”—her breath caught—“close.”

  “Stop.” Beck might have whispered the word, but it was a demand.

  Every muscle and inch of her skin ached so ba
dly for this climax, Heavenly couldn’t scrape together the willpower to comply and thwart her impending release.

  “Please…” she choked. Each time she thought they couldn’t possibly make her crave them any deeper, they proved her so, so wrong.

  “We said stop.” To enforce their will, Seth wrapped his long fingers around her wrist and forced her hand away from her pussy.

  But with the steady, addicting stimulation gone, her ache spiked into a pang that nearly doubled her over. A keening whimper slipped free.

  Seth merely responded by guiding her fingers onto his tongue and sucking them clean. His draw on her digits struck a direct chord with her clit. “Hmm…so sweet. But I think it’s time.”

  She gasped. “For?”

  “Your punishment.”

  “But…I-I did what you wanted.” Her voice trembled.

  “Oh, you did. And looked perfectly edible,” Beck assured. “But these sexy peekaboo scraps aren’t an outfit. And you planned to wear them in public. You intended to show others what belongs to us.”

  “Then you compounded your bad-girl behavior by taunting and torturing us. That can’t go unpunished.” A wicked gleam glittered in Seth’s eyes.

  If she’d thought they were actually angry, it would crush her since she’d only meant to please them. But the wicked grins on their faces said they were both enjoying this.

  Her heart gonged as Seth wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet, against his body. Her yelp of surprise went unnoticed. He just gave Beck a bob of his head, indicating the sofa a mere ten steps away. “Over there. Let’s put her between us. You ready for whatever happens next, man?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Same.” The satisfaction she’d heard in Beck’s voice echoed Seth’s as he carted her to the sofa and sat, settling her on her feet next to one of his muscled thighs.

  Beck brushed against her side, his hand “accidentally” easing under her hem to graze her pussy, still throbbing with neglect. As fresh sensations bloomed, she bit back a gasp. Then he sat on the coffee table, facing Seth, one of his knees between the PI’s. Heavenly froze.

  She had a suspicion where this was going… The notion enflamed and disconcerted her at once. “Um…can we talk about this?”

  When she backed up a step, Seth caught her dress in his fist. “What do you need to say?”

  She searched for words. “I don’t know.”

  Something on his face softened. “Are you worried we’ll really hurt you, angel?”

  Even with their big, bad wolfish behavior… “No.”

  “Good. We won’t. But let’s devise a safe word for you. Feel free to say it if you’re ever truly afraid or in too much pain. We’ll stop what we’re doing and talk, okay?”

  That was a relief. “All right. What did you have in mind?”

  “That’s up to you,” Beck said. “Think of something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”

  “And nothing you’ll forget when you’re flustered.” Seth winked.

  These two seemed so unpredictable, she really didn’t know what to suggest. “Will no more work?”

  Seth shook his head. “You might say that one day when what you really mean is yes, fuck me please.”

  Beck shot Seth a scowl she didn’t understand, then turned his attention back to her. “How about freedom?”

  She shrugged. That seemed as good a word as any. “Okay.”

  “Excellent. Remember that if you’re ever in distress—other than sexual, of course.” Seth looked pleased they’d settled that question.

  Beck simply looked impatient. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Freedom,” she recited dutifully.

  He nodded. “Now shimmy out of that dress and lay yourself across our laps.”

  Her heart stopped, along with her breathing. She parted her lips to protest, then shut them again because her nipples drew up tight and more wetness slicked between her thighs. She didn’t understand the psychology of desperately wanting something that filled her with so much trepidation. But she also knew that whatever happened next would do nothing except give her pleasure and make her feel like theirs.

  Lowering her lashes and feeling heat pinken her cheeks, she eased down the zipper at the small of her back, then wriggled her hips. The dress puddled at her feet. Seth held out his hand in an almost chivalrous fashion so she could step out of it without losing her balance.

  “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 bitin
g 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.

  “I didn’t wear the outfit to please anyone except you two.”

  “We know, little girl.” Beck bent and kissed her heated cheeks. “That’s why we’re not spanking your lush ass purple. But we’d much rather be doing this…”

  Beck wiggled his fingers beneath the edge of her thong and eased the fabric to one side. Cool air hit her exposed folds. She was agonizingly aware of them both staring right there.

  Then he speared two thick fingers deep inside her. Heavenly moaned, whimpering and writhing for mercy in vain.

  “Fuck.” His voice sounded thick and labored. “You should put your fingers inside her. She’s hot as lava and dripping wet.”

  The instant he withdrew his digits and began dragging the silk down her hips, Seth forced his sizable fingers inside her as far as he could. She gasped. But when he scuffed his thumb over her clit, Heavenly swore she was losing her mind.

  With a toss of her head, she rocked against his masterful hand and keened in wordless pleas.

  “Is he strumming that sweet spot inside your cunt, little girl?”

  She moaned in response to Beck’s question, dizzy and lost in the sublime friction dragging her into a drowning morass of pleasure.