Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(62)

Sex. They wanted sex, right? "What do you mean?"

Kinley knew what she wanted-to be right where she was, crowded by them. They took all the space surrounding her, as they enclosed her, protected her, covered every inch of her skin with theirs. She reveled in the sensation.

Dominic frowned. "Law?"

Law's hand cracked against her bottom. A sharp pain flared across Kinley's butt.

"Damn, those little rhinestones are hell on a man's hand," he complained.

She whipped her gaze over her shoulder and blinked at him. He'd spanked her. Actually spanked her. Then after he slapped her backside, he'd cupped and felt it.

And heat burst across her skin, making her tingle and aware.

Dominic cupped her chin and brought her attention back to him. "What do you call me in the bedroom?"

"Sir." She answered him readily because all she could think about was how her bottom practically hummed. "If I forget to call you Sir, Law will spank me?"

"Now you're getting the gist." Dominic's eyes darkened, his skin flushing with desire. "You obey or there will be punishment. But understand, this is a game, pet. It's meant to be enjoyable for us all. If you're truly scared or if something hurts beyond what you find pleasurable, say the word 'red' and everything stops. If you get anxious and want to slow down, just say 'yellow.'"



       
         
       
        

"We want you to be happy, baby," Law said, still palming her butt. "We want you to crave this type of play."

"Exactly, but we take it as seriously as we take your pleasure. Yesterday in the kitchen we gave you your first real orgasm. But we intend to train your body to expect that pleasure every time we touch you. When we're done, we'll merely look at you, and you'll remember how it feels to have an orgasm overtake your whole body. You'll know what it means to be completely possessed. You should never accept less from a lover."

His words were making her antsy again. Hot. "Completely?"

Dominic's lips moved to her forehead, planting a sweet kiss there. "Yes, pet. I want you to understand what's going to happen. How do you expect to take more than one man into your bed?"

"You're not talking about taking turns, are you?" The realization stunned Kinley so deeply, she could barely breathe.

Of course she'd read some books, heard some friends talk about … that. Annabelle sometimes confessed her fantasies after a couple of glasses of wine. More than one man would require a certain amount of flexibility.

"No, we won't be taking turns. Tonight, we will because you're not ready for more, but we'll require that you allow us to prepare your body to accommodate us both at once." Law's hand slid around, cupping her intimately through her jeans. "One right here in your sweet little pussy."

Dominic's hand found her backside. "And one in your ass."

Heat flared everywhere they touched, everywhere they whispered along her skin. Every place they pressed their two hard erections against her. What would it feel like to have both of them deep inside her? She would be caught, immobile, with absolutely no escape. Not that she would want it. What would it be like to have these men moving in and out of her body as she took Riley in her mouth?

She forced herself to concentrate on the situation at hand. Riley wasn't with her, but Dominic and Law were. It might not be forever, but while she had them, she was going to explore a whole world she'd never dreamed of. She'd lost so much in the last few days. She'd lost her family and the future she'd thought would be hers, but maybe she could find a new version of Kinley Kohl in their arms. A better, more confident version. Maybe she'd meet the Kinley who didn't let fear keep her from trying something new or shrink away from pleasure.

"I'll do it." As much as she'd feared them in the beginning, she realized that she trusted them now. They'd risked prison time to remove her from a dangerous situation. Yes, they'd done it for Carrie, too. But they'd cared for her since bringing her to Alaska. Kinley was self-aware enough to know that she would have resisted believing anything if they had merely tried to talk to her. She would have gone straight to Greg and demanded answers. For that, he might have killed her then and there. Method of transport notwithstanding, they had treated her better than any other men in her life. 

Her heart would probably break if this didn't work out, but she refused to be too scared to take a chance anymore. She would rather mourn the loss of them than never have them at all.

Dominic shook his head with a sigh. "Law?"