Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(75)

         
       
        

He gave her three more smacks, just for fun. "Keep talking. Tell me about college."

"It was more of the same. I dated but I didn't find the right man. I don't know. Maybe I had an unrealistic vision of what a relationship should be. I wanted to be in love, but I'm too practical to fall easily. I've always wanted something that lasts."

Eric wanted that too, and he knew he'd found it with her. He just had to make sure she saw it that way. "So there's no particular reason you chose not to have sex."

Her head came up a little. "There's no dark past that made me avoid sex, guys. I just wanted it to be special and I didn't find it."

Kellan eased her back down and petted her. "Good. We were worried there was, so we all backed off. I'm pleased to learn it was just you being your picky self."

"How are you feeling, Belle?" It was something Kellan had taught him: always ask where the sub was emotionally.

"I feel achy and a little scared. I want to feel the way I did the other night. Can't I have it? I'm not asking for more."

"Belle, I want to give you more," Tate said. "A whole lot more, baby."

"There's more to this than an orgasm." Eric soothed his hand over her flesh. "But you'll certainly have that, too. How do you feel now, knowing that?"

"Better," she admitted. "Talking about my past wasn't as hard as I thought. I just don't have that much experience, so it's embarrassing. I mean, I've kissed before. I've had some heavy make-out sessions."

"Did you let a man touch your breasts?" He wanted to know everything she'd experienced so they could do it better, make her forget any touch but theirs.

"I don't know that I'd call them men. I had a couple of boyfriends squeeze my breasts in the past, but it usually hurt."

They'd likely moved far too fast. A woman had to be aroused to really enjoy rough play. Once they got Belle hot enough, she would accept clamps on her nipples. Without proper preparation, she'd likely just slap them. "How about your pussy? Ever had a man finger you before the other night?"

"No. I never let it get that far. I didn't really want any of those boys touching me there. I thought it would be messy and nasty."

Kellan chuckled. "It is messy and nasty. It's also fucking hot. That's why I licked my fingers afterward. You tasted so good. I suppose that means you've never given anyone a blow job, huh?"

"No," she replied. "I've never wanted to before."

"Before what?" Eric hung on her answer to that question. 

She hesitated only a moment before she answered. "Before I met you three, I hadn't thought about sex for a long time. I didn't miss it. I didn't care that I wasn't having it. I certainly didn't think about spanking or letting anyone tie me up. But now I like getting spanked. Does that make me weird?"

"It makes you perfect." Eric gave her another three in rapid succession, loving the way she wiggled and squirmed. "It makes you perfect, Belle. And you're going to love it when we tie you up."

He was satisfied that she wasn't trading sex for comfort. He could smell her arousal, but he wanted to feel it, too. Her legs were trapped, the pants holding her thighs together, but the way she was lying across his lap placed her sweet pussy on perfect display. He ran his hand down the swell of her ass until he reached the soft, slick heat of her pussy.

Belle gasped, but Tate and Kellan were there to settle her down with soft words and strokes. Tate lowered himself closer to the floor so he could kiss her. His lips brushed hers as Eric started to work her pussy, spreading the arousal he found there.

"Did she really like her spanking?" Kellan asked, his eyes on her ass.

Eric pulled his hand out and showed his partner her wetness on his fingers. "She can't fake that. She's ready, so I think we should give her a few firsts tonight."

He didn't just want her to lay back and take pleasure. That wouldn't tie her to them. She needed to be involved.

"Get up, baby," Eric ordered. "I want to watch you give your first blow job."





Chapter Twelve



Kellan watched as Belle eased off Eric's lap and into Tate's waiting arms. The big guy covered her back with his body, almost eclipsing her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and bent to feather kisses along her neck. He fanned a hand under the hem of her shirt, skimming his palm up her abdomen, then peeled the garment off her body, apparently determined to get her as naked as he was.

Eric claimed Tate had once been self-conscious about his body, but by the time Kellan had moved to Chicago, all trace of that insecurity had left the building. The upside was that it made Tate perfectly comfortable in BDSM clubs. Belle, on the other hand, curled her hands over her chest, already looking a little unsure.