Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(74)

She finally took her eyes off Tate's dick and faced him. "Yes. Kinley has made BDSM sound fabulous, and this is the way I suspect we'll all enjoy it most. So I want to experiment."

Eric didn't like the thought of being her guinea pig, but he understood. She'd been burned by them. She still clung to her pride and tried to hang onto her heart, but he would make her understand she didn't need to. He would strip away all the walls and barriers she put up because he didn't intend for anything to come between them again.

"Tell me about the experiences you've had," he demanded.

"Is that necessary?" Belle shook her head, obviously flustered.

"Yes," he volleyed back immediately.

Belle sighed. "I'm struggling to concentrate while he's naked."

"Get used to it. He's naked a lot." Eric took a seat next to Kellan, wishing Tate had never gotten so fucking comfortable with his body.

The big guy shrugged. "It helps me think."

"It's not helping me think," Belle replied. 

"Come here and place yourself over my lap." He patted his thigh to underscore his command and remind her who was in charge. Normally, that would be Kell, but he'd obviously taken a backseat since he didn't intend to stay with Belle long term. Eric thought that was a crock of crap, but having the four of them all together and ready to take the next step was a big win. He wasn't going to push them anymore-yet.

Kellan smiled his approval.

"Are you going to spank me?" A breathless anticipation rang in her voice that calmed him considerably. She did want and need this.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer me as soon as you do as I've asked."

With an endearing awkwardness, she draped herself over his thighs.

Because they were sitting so close, her head ended up in Kellan's lap. He immediately cradled her head, smoothing her hair from her face. "Very good, love."

She relaxed slightly, but he still felt a fine trembling in her body.

Eric ran a hand across her ass. So perfect. That ass was round and juicy. He let himself touch her through the thin yoga pants she wore, cupping and molding her flesh as he spoke. "Tell me about your sexual experiences to this point."

She hesitated.

He gave her a few seconds more before he smacked her through her pants three times in quick succession. Belle stiffened for a moment, then released a shuddering sigh. Already, this was turning her on.

"Tell him what he wants to know," Kellan said, petting her hair. "Withholding information is not an option."

Tate knelt and kissed her forehead. "Belle, we really do need to know."

"Once I have, are you going to tell me all of your sexual experiences?"

Eric repressed a smile. Her bratty mouth was going to get her in so much trouble. He delivered three more smacks, these a bit harder. When he'd finished, he pulled at the waist of her pants, lowering them over her backside and exposing it to the cool air. He loved the way she gasped and shuddered when he touched her hot skin.

"I'll answer any questions you like later, but tonight is about you. We need to know what you're seeking, Belle. What you respond to. I'm not asking you these questions to embarrass you. I know it's not polite, but it's necessary. So start spilling and don't you dare give me sarcasm. Tell me why you waited."

She hid behind her smart mouth. He'd figured that out a long time ago. She was bright and quirky and she usually made him laugh, but this wasn't the time or the place for her sharp wit.

A long moment passed, and he worried she would ask to be released. Finally, she sighed. "I didn't mean to. It just happened."

Belle relaxed again, likely because Tate and Kellan were both stroking her. Kellan rubbed her scalp and massaged her neck over and over. Tate kissed her shoulder as he put his hand under her shirt and eased the muscles of her back. The touching seemed to ease her.

"No high school boyfriends?" Eric couldn't deny his curiosity about how a woman as beautiful as Belle managed to stay a virgin for so long.

"I dated a little, but my father died when I was young. My mom needed help around the house, so I often did laundry and started dinner. I also worked a part-time job at the library and I went to school. I was on the debate team, and in high school, I got involved in academic decathlon. It took up most of my time."

His heart softened further as he imagined a teenaged Belle, so sweet and studious. "You were a mathlete?"

Tate grinned. "Me, too."

"That doesn't surprise me." Belle chuckled. "But I was more of a history and literature expert. I dated a guy on the team, but we mostly studied together."