Page 40 of Forbidden Impulses

Lorcan lets me down, so I'm standing in front of the bed, my back to him. Before I can turn around, he rests his hands on my hips, stopping my movement. "Nuh, uh, uh, babygirl. Stand there while Daddy gets you ready for this."

Then he slips off my jacket while Monte climbs onto the bed and stands in front of me on his knees. While Monte slips my shirt up and over my head, Lorcan undoes my buttons and slips my jeans and panties down my legs. My heart continues to flutter like a hummingbird's wings and my two Daddies slowly undress me. When I'm naked, wet and panting for them, Monte pulls me onto the bed with him and has me lie down in the middle.

When he pulls out two pairs of leather cuffs, a whimper escapes from my lips.

"Do you like that, babygirl?" Lorcan asks me as he grabs some of the cuffs, too and starts working on my right side while Monte works on my left. "Are you going to beour good girl, and lie there while we tie you up and turn you into our little fuck-doll?"

"Fuck me," Monte mutters, as he adjusts his very impressive bulge. "You're going to kill me, babe."

Lorcan's face lights up with a smile at our obvious hunger and enjoyment at his words.

I know we need to talk more, but right now I don't care about past hurts and bridging gaps. All I want is to feel. And no one knows how to make me feel quite like they do.

Once I'm tied up, and spread wide for their viewing pleasure, Lorcan steps to the side table, digging a bit before coming up with a blindfold.

"Holy fucking shit," I bite out in excitement.

Both men laugh at me, but before Lorcan slips the blindfold on, he looks down at me, his brows drawn together.

"You good with this, baby?"

My head bobs up and down so quickly, I draw more chuckles from them.

Then my world turns dark. At first, nothing else happens. The room is quiet except for our harsh breathing. Until I feel it. It's the barest of touches. So slight I almost think I imagine it, but then it's joined by another.

It's too soft to be a fingertip, and too dry to be a tongue or mouth, but whatever it is, it's driving me insane.

"Fuck!" I cry out when the soft touch on the globe of my breast is replaced with a sharp sting.

"Oh no, we can't have that," Monte tuts at me. "Our girl doesn't have a dirty mouth, does she, Lo?"

Another sharp sting follows his words, and I realize the tickling touch from earlier and the bite that followed it was caused by the same thing.

A crop.

Their hits are hard enough so I can feel them, but not so hard that I don't enjoy it. Especially on the sensitive skin of my breasts. One after the other they land, warming me up and drawing me closer and closer to a precipice I'm not sure I'm ready to fall over.

I'm straining to hear either of my Daddies, but they're both so quiet, it almost feels like they're not breathing. And then the crop is joined by another touch.

This time it is someone's fingers. Slowly trailing up my leg to my thigh, before slipping in between my wet folds.

My body is overwhelmed with sensation and I can't figure out what to focus on, the heat on my chest or the pleasure building in my pussy.

"Just let go, lovely," a husky voice whispers right next to my ear, right before the crop comes down right on my clit.

And I do. I let go. Loudly.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Montgomery

Annie screams as she tumbles into oblivion and I almost come in my pants like a damn teenager at the sight.

I can't believe she's here. Lorcan and I were leaving to go to her in a few hours. Suzie sent us an excited message late yesterday afternoon, letting us know she'd arrived in Aspen and was going to the showing. She promised to send us updates on how it went, and when we didn't hear from her, I couldn't take it anymore.

To hell with our promise to wait until after Annie's exhibition. I needed her back, right the fuck then. And I was done with waiting.

And now here she is.

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