“Theo,” I breathed. I liked it. The dirty words, the intimate touch.
“Mmm, we’ll work up to that.” His thumb moved away and I moaned at the loss. Yet his fingers still slid over my center. “Aw, she’s so wet.”
He pulled away—tragically—and I heard the sound of his lips smacking. Had he just licked my juices from his fingers? “She tastes so good. I think she loves this lesson we’re teaching her.”
I did. I so did.
“Spank her some more. I’ll secure her wrists,” Theo instructed.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw how into this Theo was. The thick press of his cock against his jeans. The clench of his jaw. The ruddy flush to his cheeks. The silverish glint to his normally blue eyes.
I arched my back, lifting my ass up for the spanking, even though it made me squeal when his hand slapped down harder than expected, redirecting my thoughts back to the heated sting that spread outward across my bottom. I wasn’t a delicate butterfly. I’d worked hard on the ranch my whole life, so a little pain with my pleasure was no deterrent. Holt delivered a flurry of swift spanks, warming my ass while I writhed and moaned. At the same time, Theo wound one of the silk ties around my wrists.
When he stopped, he massaged my cheeks roughly. “You still okay, beautiful?”
“So good,” I panted.
He chuckled. “Maybe she does want more than her pussy fucked.”
Theo murmured his agreement.
They were going to fuck my ass? Now? Tonight? I wasn’t sure if I should be nervous or excited because I loved the feeling of being tied up and at their mercy. I trusted these guys because my gut told me I was safe with them. The fact that Holt just checked in again proved it.
He pushed my upper thighs wide and rubbed between my legs. I moaned encouragingly.
“Another time. I need to feel the tight clench of that pussy around my dick first.”
I was beyond okay with that.
“Let me have a turn warming that pretty ass of hers,” Theo said, and another round of slaps began. I liked it even better this time, now that my skin was warm and I was used to the sensation.
“I think I found my new kink,” I said when he stopped and rubbed. I didn’t only mean spanking. I’d never considered butt stuff before, but now… yeah, I was thinking about it.
“Fuck. Me, too,” Theo said.
“Me, three,” Holt agreed.
“You guys already had a kink,” I argued, although why I was even talking was beyond me. I was needy and hot, and craving so much more.
“Now we have a new one,” Holt rumbled. “Satisfying Ali.”
“What do you think, Holt?” Theo asked after delivering three more slaps. “Has she been punished enough? I’d like to roll her over and strip off the rest of her clothes.”
“She definitely needs to be naked,” Holt agreed, untying the knot that Theo had tied. “And if she’s on her back, we’ll be able to watch her face better while we’re conducting the interview.”
“What am I being interviewed about?” I asked when they’d flipped me to my back.
Holt tugged my top off and unhooked my bra to slide it down my arms while Theo tied one ankle to the bedpost.
“Your sexual preferences,” Holt said.
“And experiences. I’d like a bit of history, wouldn’t you?” Theo remarked.
“That’s probably not the best idea.” Holt pulled my right wrist on the diagonal overhead and tied it to the bedpost. Theo had my legs spread wide, securing my other ankle to the opposite side of the bed. “You might get jealous and hunt all her past boyfriends down.”
“Mmm, true.”
There was something so sexy about them discussing aloud how they planned or desired to handle me.
“I have to warn you right now that Theo might get very possessive. We both will. Not with each other. Just other males. We’re okay sharing between the two of us, but no one else.”
I was now fully naked and tied spread-eagle to the bed. It didn’t seem like the right moment to argue, but I wasn’t a lie-down-and-take-it kind of woman. Or maybe I was, if it was their big dicks I was taking.
“We haven’t discussed exclusivity,” I countered.
Holt folded his arms across his massive chest. “We’re discussing it now, sweetheart. We want you. Exclusively.”
I let out a giggle because it was absurd. Also, I was almost certain they were joking. That this was part of the whole play-cop thing. Because we’d just met. It was our first date. I wasn’t about to let them dictate my dating future just yet.
Holt glanced at Theo. “Uh oh.” He was doing that mock-stern thing that made my nipples stand up hard and stiff. “I think she’s going to give us trouble on this one.”
Theo walked around to the side of the bed and sat beside me. He cupped my breast with his large, rough hand, and squeezed. “Is that right, baby? Are you giving us trouble?”