She drew in her bottom lip. “I did.”
Dante cupped her face. “What about me? Can I fuck you, too?”
“Are you up for it?”
He pulled down his pants and his cock popped out. “What do you think?”
“Oh, my.”
Trax lifted her up and carried her toward the playroom. He pressed his thumb to the sensor and the door opened. Instead of the usual red lights, they were now a pretty purple. “How do you like the change in décor?”
She laughed. “Dante must have done this.”
“Done what?” Dante trailed behind them.
“Changed the lights.”
“Yeah. These are celebration lights.”
Now she was confused. “What are those?”
Trax set her down. “We’re going to celebrate our union tonight. You are our mate, and when we all three of us make love, you will be bound to us forever.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. “I like that.” This was like a marriage ceremony in a way.
She hoped after they mated the werewolf way the men would be willing to have a more traditional ceremony.
Trax moved in and lifted her chin. “Do you remember the rules?”
“No talking and no coming.” She swore his lips lifted a little.
“Whatever we do, remember it’s in your best interest.”
“Bring it on.” She’d learned that pain brought glory.
Trax grabbed the back of her neck and leaned within an inch of her face. “You’ve already forgotten. Drop your gaze and say nothing or I will have to ball gag you.”
He wouldn’t dare. In case he was serious, she pressed her lips together and stared at the ground.
Dante was behind her and lifted her T-shirt over her head. Trax took care of her panties. Now she stood before them naked.
“Don’t move.”
Both men walked around her. Their movements almost seemed ritualistic in nature or else they were trying to decide what to do with her. Trax headed toward the row of shelves at the back of the room, while Dante stepped to the credenza. The drawer opened and closed. Trax reached her first and waved two clothespins under her face.
“Remember when I put the vibrating clamps on you?”
That seemed like a lifetime ago. “Yes. I liked them.”
She held her breath as he placed the first clothespin on her nipple. Yikes. The pressure really hurt, but her pussy throbbed from the pain. When he added the other one, her pulse raced.
He then drove a finger into her pussy. “She’s dry as a bone. Tie her.”
What does tying me have to do with being dry? Besides, the moment they started talking about having sex, her pussy began to drip. They weren’t being reasonable. Dante pulled back her arms and instead of just tying her hands, he wound a rope around her elbows. Her tits screamed from the skin being stretched. A small cry escaped, but she wouldn’t let them know the pressure was almost too intense.
“What are we going to do about her lack of moisture?” Trax pinched one of the clips and tears stung her eyes.
She could smell her own arousal. Clearly, they were teasing her.
“I say we string her up.” Dante scooped her up and placed her on her back on the massage table.
Trax walked over to the credenza and picked up what looked like a remote. He pressed a button and the sounds of metal chains lowering emanated from the ceiling. They had to be kidding. At the end of the chains were soft leather cuffs.
Dante leaned over her. “You are going to love this.”
She trusted them. They both attached the cuffs to her ankles. So far so good. But then Trax pressed the button and the chains retracted. The chains were so far apart it spread her legs wide and lifted her butt off the table. He didn’t stop until only her shoulders and head touched the leather. At least her arms weren’t pressed against the cushion that way. Maybe that was the point.
Trax placed a pillow under her head. “Comfy?”
“Yes, Master.” Despite almost being upside down and having her legs spread wide open, she was looking forward to what else was in store.
Dante disappeared then returned with a dildo. He pried open her pussy lips and dragged the glass cock across her opening. She wished he’d use the real thing, but she had to admit the way he was swirling it around and bumping into her clit excited her. Dante stepped close and placed the dildo right at her entrance.
Push it in.
He lifted the fake cock, licked it, and returned it to her now wet opening. “I don’t think this is working, bro. Maybe you need to play with her tits.”
“I’ll try, but if we can’t turn her on, I don’t know if we can keep her.”
Those bastards. Trax removed the clothespins but not before pinching them tight. The second they were gone, the blood rushed to the tips, and pricks of pain stabbed her. He pressed on one while he sucked on the other. Her breath caught and electric currents raced down her body igniting her cunt. Her poor pussy contracted from the effect.