Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(63)

"Sir! I'll do it, Sir." She was going to have to get used to that.

It was too late. Law smacked her backside again as he chuckled against her ear. "Keep it up, baby. I could do this all day. I enjoy spanking your ass."

And she was starting to enjoy the feeling, too. It hurt … but then it didn't. Then only heat licked through her.

Dominic stepped back. "Undress for us, Kinley."

Just like that all her self-doubts pushed to the forefront. They were so magnificently masculine. Obviously, they worked hard to stay in peak physical condition. She'd been starving herself for weeks and had barely managed to lose one dress size. And she wasn't sure that her boobs looked so great without the support of a bra.

"Is there a problem, pet?" Dominic settled into the wingchair on the far side of the room with a dark brow raised. Somehow he made the comfortable leather piece look like a throne. His black hair was slicked away from his angular face, and he was dressed casually, but there was no way a T-shirt and sweatpants could detract from his regal air of authority.

"Can we turn off the lights?"

Law turned her to face him. "Are you looking for a serious spanking? No, we are not going to turn off the lights. We are not going to huddle under the covers and fumble around so everyone's modesty is preserved. There is zero place for that here. We're going to fuck. It's going to be dirty and nasty, and it's going to feel so good. And when we're done, I'm going to hold you all night long. But now you're going to obey, and that means you'd better strip off every garment and show us what you're offering."

Tears threatened. She turned slightly so she could see them both. "What if you don't want me after I'm naked?"

"That will not happen," Law promised.

Dominic's stare delved into her, his will apparent in the intensity. "Kinley, you wanted to trade your business information for knowledge about sex. I'm going to give you a little of that advice up front. Be brave in life. Accept that there's always a chance you won't get what you want. On the other hand, you'll never have what you seek unless you ask for it. Sex is the same. If all you ask for is a man to climb on top of you and try to get you off, then that's likely what you'll get. But if you want more, if you want real intimacy and connection, then offer it. Offer yourself to us."

Offer herself? Hadn't she been doing that for years? She'd offered her love and devotion to her sister and father. She'd offered her future to Greg. She'd done it all without any thought to her own needs beyond being a dutiful daughter, of doing what was expected. In fact, she'd done everything society thought was proper and right. She'd sacrificed for her family because that was what a good woman was supposed to do.

Being good had gotten her nothing. She was alone and empty-handed. She would always be if she didn't change something.

Starting with being brave.

Kinley pulled at her sweater, dragging it over her head and handing it to Law. Dominic sat back, fingers steepled, an air of satisfaction humming around him. He said nothing, merely watched her with hot eyes that never strayed from her body.



       
         
       
        

"You're doing great, baby. Take off the jeans. I've been wanting to see your ass for months." Law stood behind her. His hands encircled her waist as he undid the snap on her jeans. Like all the jeans Greg had given her, it was encrusted with little rhinestones. "Let me help you."

He eased the zipper down and then his warm hands met her flesh. She nearly sighed at the sizzling connection.

He pushed the waistband down and helped her step out, leaving her in nothing but her plain white support bra and cotton undies.

"I don't like the underwear, pet. I thought I made myself clear." Dominic frowned.

He looked gorgeous when he frowned. And when he smiled. He was just entirely perfect.

"Yes, Sir. That was before I tried to escape. I thought it would be easier to get away with underwear on."

Dominic looked as if he repressed a smile. "I assure you it won't be any easier to get away because you've covered your pussy. If you try to leave us again, expect a spanking and some other punishments that will be … uncomfortable."

"Like I said, I've decided to stay. Especially once I found out you have a guard moose on the payroll." She'd known escaping into the wilderness was a stupid move, but she'd been trying to protect herself. Kinley didn't want that now. If the heartache was going to come, she wanted to have a damn good reason for it.

"It's for the best. We can protect you here while we figure out how to put Jansen in jail," Law said.