Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(92)

"It's time to prep her. It's time to take her," Dominic insisted. "Now."





Chapter Fourteen


Kinley stayed perfectly still as she tried to figure out exactly what Dominic meant by "prepping her now." She was pretty sure it had something to do with her backside, because they'd been paying special attention to that.

After her spanking, the cheeks of her ass were throbbing, and she kind of liked it. But that wasn't the only thing she enjoyed about being with them.

Connection. Riley had used that term, and Kinley understood immediately. She needed the connection that came from this kind of sex. They said it was serious, and she felt the gravity as they surrounded her and communicated with her through pleasure. Dominic had assured her that they would talk about sex precisely because it was important. Kinley was beginning to understand why.

"What are you going to do?" Most likely, she would have been silent in the past and simply accepted whatever they gave her. Perversely, despite the fact that they intended to dominate her, Kinley wanted to know their plans because being the one to accept them would make her feel more powerful.

"Bluntly put, I'm going to open your asshole up for our cocks," Dominic explained. He held up a small, oddly shaped piece of plastic. It was tapered at the end, then flared out to form a bulb that rounded into a graceful oval. There was a long flat piece at the end that seemed to be some kind of handle. "I'm going to take this plug that Law sterilized and sink it deep inside your ass. If it acquiesces, then we can take you now. If you have a stubborn little anus, it could take a week or two."

She wanted them today, not later. A lot was happening very quickly, but she understood clearly that she might not have a week or two with them. She only hoped her body would cooperate with her wishes.

How did one convince their sphincter to open up and get with the program? "I'll try."

Because Kinley wanted more than the sex. She wanted the connection with all of them. She wanted to know what it meant to be the center of Dominic, Law, and Riley's universe. She wanted to be the sun in their sky-even if just for a while. 

Her backside pulsed with tingling anticipation. Every single one of those forty smacks had impacted her, showing her exactly what she needed, revealing the part of her she'd denied for twenty-five years.

This was the truest Kinley she'd ever known, the most comfortable she'd ever been in her own skin. Heavens, she never wanted this exultant feeling to end.

She relaxed, giving them her trust, allowing them the control. Oddly, Kinley felt not only a freedom, but a certain power in giving herself over. She had only to tell them that she didn't like something and they would stop. That made relaxing and allowing things to happen so very easy.

Because she trusted them.

It occurred to her that she'd never really trusted anyone this deeply. Not boyfriends or family. Not even Annabelle. She'd never just allowed herself to relax and wait for whatever came because she knew it would be pleasurable.

Now, she could.

Collectively, they stroked her, both soothing and arousing her as they explained what would happen.

"We'll start with the small plug," Law suggested.

Dominic grunted. "No, the medium one. She can handle it."

"Just use your fingers," Riley added to the argument.

Strong fingers pulled her cheeks apart, cool air hitting her opening. She'd never been touched like this. Never been parted and inspected.

"Look at that." Law whistled.

"Fucking gorgeous." Dominic sounded like he really meant it.

Riley sighed happily. "She's going to be so damn tight."

For long minutes, they fondled her, told her how gorgeous she was and how much they couldn't wait to sink their cocks into this one untried hole she'd never imagined a man using, except in her wildest dreams. Maybe it should have been odd or off-putting, but she just felt utterly wanted, as if they couldn't wait to feel every part of her. The thought made her shiver.

Their hands roamed every inch of her skin until she couldn't tell who was touching her where. Kinley only knew that they all had a hand on her. The experience felt both intimate and thrilling. Her men. Touching her. All at the same time.

How many women had to choose the sort of lover they wanted? How many had to give up pieces of their heart that completed them in order to receive affection?

Gruff Law could be so gentle. He understood her wholly, gave her affection without asking for anything in return. Perversely, it made her want to give him every bit of herself. She also found comfort in knowing he would protect her without question or fail.

Dominic, whom she would always call Dom Dom in her head, challenged her. He held her hand as he stripped away the veneer of the girl she used to know and showed her the woman beneath, all the while giving himself fully in return. He offered her trust and honesty.