Share her.
Her insides clenched, her shorts feeling a lot less dry—probably because she wasn’t wearing any panties but still.
“What did I tell you?”
She jerked at the sound of Drew’s voice so close. Her eyes widened when she spotted him leaning over her, his gaze intent on her face. “What?”
“I told you not to bite your lip, but you didn’t listen to me. Know what that means?” She shook her head, unable to break the hold he seemed to have on her. “It means you’re going to get punished.”
She let out a squeak. “Pu-punished?” He was kidding, right?
“Yes. For that but also because you thought you could wear clothes like these around the house and tease us. But, baby, I told you before. Don’t play games with me. You’ll never win.” He grabbed hold of her, his hands sliding beneath her arms to draw her up in one heave.
“Drew!” she called out, but he wasn’t listening.
His foot hooking under the coffee table, he pulled it toward them then with one palm between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down. Her hands slapped on the glass surface, her hair hanging over her eyes as she looked up.
“Perfect,” he purred behind her.
She nearly made a sarcastic comment but thought better of it. He would like this position. Her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide as he made sure she assumed the correct stance. If he slapped her ass though, she was out of here!
“I do like the clothes, sweetheart, but they have to go.”
He propped up his foot only inches from her hand. She watched as he drew up his pant leg and retrieved a penknife from his boot seconds later. He has a knife in his shoe? For real?
“Huh, Drew…”
He ignored her hesitant voice and moved so he was right behind her.
“What are you going to do?” she tried again. “Drew?”
“I know what I’m doing. You’re with a professional, baby.”
Oh yeah because that made her feel so much better. She opened her mouth, determined to get to the bottom of this, when a sound rang out. He’d opened up the knife. Shit!
“Don’t move,” he warned her.
She froze into place. “Don’t…don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t.”
And he didn’t. He meticulously, fastidiously even, cut away her clothes. The knife never touched her skin, never cut into her or hurt her in the slightest. It was as if he were doing surgery, so careful she felt cherished in a strange way.
He knew what he wanted, and he was getting it.
Her jean shorts now had no crotch and were pushed up around her hips. Her top was held by two strings, showing far more of her bra than she’d ever planned.
She looked down as he slid his thumbs underneath the lace and tugged. Her breasts popped out, the areolas darker than usual. She was aroused. Of course, she was. She shook her head at herself, and that’s when Scott entered the room.
Chapter Eight
“Having fun without me?”
Kristyn yelped, her wriggling ass reminding Scott what would happen that evening. Fuck but he wanted her. He still thought Drew was wrong, that they should have waited some more. Ah hell, what did he know? If she’d been intent on seducing them they’d never have lasted anyway.
“Took you long enough,” his friend commented as he watched Scott walk to them. “I had time to prep this little lady. Although, I believe she hasn’t had her punishment yet.”
Scott raised his eyebrows. “What?” he mouthed.
Drew shook his head, his eyes glinting, mischief written all over his face. “Let me,” he mouthed back. And so he did.
Scott just stood there and watched as his friend opened their cache of DVDs, cleverly hidden inside the bar. He took his time making his selection, and by the time he moved to the media center, Scott was ready to burst. He needed something here, but it looked like relief wouldn’t be happening soon.
“How long am I supposed to stay like this?” she whined.
Drew pressed “Play” and turned back to her. “Until I say you can move.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
He smirked. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, I want you to watch this movie. If you move, even just an inch, you’ll get another punishment. And so on. Okay?”
“Couldn’t we have played Truth or Dare instead?” Kris mumbled under her breath, but she stayed in that amazingly submissive position, her gaze fixed on the TV screen.
Scott couldn’t help but smile. This would be fun. His grin turned even wider when he noticed what movie his friend had picked. Oh yeah…
I am an evil genius, Drew congratulated himself as he sat back in the armchair Kris had vacated. She hadn’t moved yet, even when the film had started and she’d realized what it was.