Page 72 of Sweet Little Spies

Tristan cupped her bare breasts, lifting them. Displayingthem for the people in the audience. His thumbs flicked her nipples, quickcasual motions.

“I don’t like all these strangers looking at what’s mine,”Tristan said.

There was a faint “bullshit” from someone in the unseenaudience. It elicited a snort from Carys because while whoever said it was anasshole, he was also right.

She moaned as Aidan reached out and twisted her nipple,bringing her back into the moment.

“Pay attention, sub,” Aidan commanded. “He said he didn’tlike all these strangers looking at you. Are you his?”

Was she? She felt like his. In this club, she was definitelytheirs. “Yes. I’m his.”

“You are his, too, aren’t you?” Tristan asked, his body bigand warm at her back.

Always had been, always would be. No matter whathappened. Even if she walked away in the end.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who decides if you get pleasure…” Tristan circled herareolas with his thumbs, then gently gripped her nipples. It was a barely theretouch, but she was so aroused it felt like she’d been shocked with a live wirewhen he applied faint pressure.

“…or pain?” He pinched her nipples. Hard.

Carys cried out, arching her back as he pulled on hernipples, distending them from her body, and then twisted viciously.

He released her nipples abruptly, her breasts bouncing. Shemoaned softly, pressing back against him.

Tristan’s hand gripped her hair, hard, her scalp lighting upwith pain. “Answer me.”

“You do, Sir. You and Master Aidan decide.”

He grunted in satisfaction and released her hair.

“Cover up, sub.”

Carys didn’t hesitate this time. “Master Aidan, would youput my corset back on me, please?”

He walked around to face her. “No.”

“Sir, I can’t cover up unless you help me because I can’tuse my hands.” Carys raised her brows and once more jiggled the restraints. Hernipples felt hot and tender, and she knew her pussy was almost embarrassinglywet. The eyes she could feel on her only added to both sensations.

She realized her mistake. “Please, could you help me, MasterTristan?”

Tristan moved to stand beside Aidan. His lips curled up ashis eyes took in every inch of her body.

“No,” he said, echoing his partner.

She stared right back at them, loving how they lookedstanding there torturing her together. Those men had been her everything for solong. Wasn’t it worth the risk if they could find their way back? If Tris wasreally ready now?

Aidan leaned in, looking her straight in the eyes. “Sub,where are you supposed to be looking?”

She’d been looking at them as she sorted through her tangledemotions, examining each of his familiar features.

But they were in high protocol.

Carys dropped her gaze to Aidan’s boots. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You should be. You’ve already earned punishments,” Aidansaid. “All you’re doing is adding to the total.”

Her body thrummed in pleasure at the promise of impact play.

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