Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(45)

She'd touched herself in the middle of the night a couple of times, but found every incident both embarrassing and frustrating. More than once, she'd tried to find the magical spot that would send her soaring to sexual Shangri-La. If the whispers she'd heard were true, other women seemed to be able to get themselves there. Kinley had never even come close.

"Oh, it's gonna work. Your pussy is so wet, baby." Law pressed in a second finger as he stared down at her. She felt helplessly impaled, his stare, stretched and wanting and poised on the edge of something she desperately needed.

She groaned low as he shoved those two fingers inside her as deep as he could. He packed her so full. She liked the slight burn of him stretching her.

Law's entire focus was right between her legs, watching his fingers disappear inside her before he pulled the slick digits nearly free, then shoved her full again. "I know who and what you are, Kinley. You just need something extra, and we can give it to you. Dominic, tell her to come. Order her to do it."

His words made her heart thump in her chest. Yes. She wanted to be told, to be commanded. She wouldn't have to think, just obey-and feel. That demand would compel her, remove the stress of wondering if she could and how she would from her mind.

"Fuck his fingers, pet. Hard. Move your hips against him. That's right." Dominic continued to toy with her nipples, twisting and pinching, sending crazy little beams of pleasure all through her system. His words clouded her brain. "Do it now."

Everything made sense then. Kinley gave herself over to his words and just obeyed. Every cell in her body responded to them, to their actions and words, to the sound of their deep voices. Something important lay just within her reach, hovering right before her …  And now she had permission to take that pleasure for herself because pleasing her would please them.

She shoved aside any self-conscious thoughts and thrust against Law's hand. His thumb circled her clit, pressing down and around. Over and over. With a cry, she writhed, taking his fingers even deeper than before. 

Dominic tangled his hands in her hair and jerked, snapping her gaze up to fall into the snare of his. "Beautiful, pet. That's exactly what we want from you." He looked back to where Law's fingers disappeared into her body. "Do you feel how wet your pretty pussy is? That's perfect. We want you sopping and desperate for our cocks. Then we'll fill you up."

His words made her whimper. She couldn't form a coherent reply.

Dominic's smile was both triumphant and wicked. "Listen to me and listen well. You're going to come for me and Law-all over his hand. Let it go, pet. Now. We'll catch you."

Law stroked her again, the sensation igniting inside her. His fingers pressed up, circling inside, his thumb scraping over her clitoris. Dominic drank from her lips.

And she fell over the edge with a smothered scream.

Pleasure bloomed across her flesh, a wild rush of energy and pounding sensation that had her gasping for breath and shaking, gyrating against Law and holding onto Dominic for dear life. Her body burst, her soul opened, and she surrendered to the moment completely.

As the sensations crested then slowly lulled from electric to tingling, then finally to lazy satisfaction, Dominic's hand softened at her breast. His kisses became sweet and gentle. "Beautiful, pet. So fucking gorgeous. That's what I wanted. Tell me how you feel."

She felt free. She felt open. She felt incredibly alive.

"Amazing." A happy little grin tried to stretch across her lips.

Law smiled back, his face more open than she'd ever seen it. His eyes were lit with something that looked a lot like joy, and Kinley warmed at the thought that she'd contributed to his pleasure.

"She's going to be so tight, Dom. I could barely fit two fingers inside. We need to prep her. As soon as possible. God, I can't wait to fuck her." Law withdrew his hand. The digits were soaking, and he didn't care. In fact, he licked his fingers, sucking the cream from them. He let loose a sexy groan. "Hmm, she tastes as sweet as she looks."

Her whole body throbbed with residual sensation and a new flare of desire. Her heart still chugged, even as languid pleasure coursed through her. Time slowed.

Law's hands had been inside her body. Now he was tasting her essence and he seemed to love it. He'd known exactly how to please her. Both of them had, actually. Now just looking at them both amazed and aroused her. Though she'd been kidnapped, dragged away from her wedding-albeit one that she deeply suspected would have ended in her death-and she sat on a kitchen island with her legs spread for the men who had ripped her life apart, Kinley was happy.

What was wrong with her? What would people think? Magazines wrote about her family. Her kidnapping would be all over the news. If anyone learned what had just happened, the fact that she'd allowed her captors to touch her would be plastered all over America.