The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(93)

Rebecca released the rails and went up on her elbows. Her eyes went to the chains but didn’t stay. At the sight of Trey’s erection, she wet her lips. Her attention redirected his. He felt the swollen organ sticking up like a pole.

“Your skin is so dark,” she murmured, her voice smoky. “The tip of your penis is almost red.”

He couldn’t look. He could barely stand to look at her. Her skin was rosy all over, her every motion sensual.

“I guess you’ll be wanting this,” she said.

She found the quirt among the covers and handed it to Zane. Zane took it, drawing the lash along his palm like she had earlier. In him, the gesture was thoughtful and not teasing.

“I have a proposition for the prisoner,” he said, as if he wasn’t sure of it.

“What—” Trey’s throat was rusty so he cleared it. “What are you proposing?”

“I could—” Zane looked down, and Trey’s pulse galloped at his hesitation. His next words came out lower. “I could whip you while you’re inside her. I’d like to watch you try to hold off.”

Trey wanted to bargain for more, wanted Zane fucking him as his reward if he succeeded. Zane was generally more concerned with pleasing Trey than himself when they played these games. For him to make a request was unusual. Trey couldn’t open his mouth to ask for his desire. When you knew a friend was uncomfortable, you didn’t purposefully push him farther than he wanted to go.

“You could have her after,” Zane said. “With the chains still on and her under you. Your alluring captor, helpless to get away. Assuming that appeals to her, of course.”

“No need to worry about me,” Rebecca said with a breathless laugh. “I seem to like everything you do.”

“Ten lashes?” Trey asked, as if this were the crucial negotiating point.

“Ten lashes,” Zane confirmed.

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Rebecca hadn’t known she’d get so caught up in this. Her arms trembled as she grabbed two of the chains above Trey’s head. The links were large enough to work her fingers through. Up on his shins again, Trey supported her bottom in his shackled hands. The cuffs were lined to prevent injury, but like the chain, they were heavy. Their hard presence under her was welcome. She had to squeeze Trey’s sides with her thighs—without blocking him to the whip. The difference in their heights meant her knees didn’t rest on the mattress.

Trey shifted her until his extraordinarily erect penis parted her labia.

“Ready?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.

“If you are.”

She guessed he was. Slowly, he lowered her weight onto him. She moaned with pleasure as his length filled her. Ten strokes hadn’t been enough for her.

Trey gave a little grunt when she settled as far as she could go. Her body swung slightly from her hold on the chains.

A sense of wonder overtook her. “Are you really my prisoner?”

Trey’s smile was soft. “I am, Rebecca. Now and forever.”

She bit her lip, liking his promise more than could be smart. With a shiver-inducing growl, Trey leaned forward and nipped her mouth.

A whistle split the air, followed by a sharp crack. Trey jerked, his cock jolted deeper into her. Zane had given him his first lash.

“No kissing your mistress yet,” he said.

Startled, Trey began to turn his head.

“Don’t look at me,” Zane ordered, a second lash finding Trey’s backside. “You keep your eyes on her. Don’t close them either. Your reactions are for her to enjoy.”

She would have felt guilty for enjoying them if Trey hadn’t so clearly liked the harsh treatment. A low noise broke in his chest, his cock throbbing inside her. It throbbed harder when Zane struck him a third time.

Sweat broke out on Trey’s face. His fingers tightened on her butt, causing the edges of the shackles to dig into her. The metal wasn’t as cold as it had started out. His heat was warming it.

“No thrusting,” Zane demanded, laying four and five across his ass.

Rebecca felt the air displace for these strokes, though the leather hadn’t once touched her thighs. Zane had practice at this, all right.

“I’m not thrusting, sir,” Trey protested, his pelvis jammed into her with all his strength.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Zane cupped Trey’s presumably burning cheeks. “I say I saw you move. I say these muscles clenched.”

“Just to get deeper, sir.”

Zane leaned toward them, his lips an inch away from Trey’s ear. “You like being inside your mistress, prisoner? You like all that heat and snugness around you?”