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“The stage is open. I know I would love a demonstration of your work, Seeing as how you’re new here. And you’ve got the perfect pet to work on.”

I really didn’t like the other man. I scowled at him, forgetting where I was. At least I managed to keep my mouth shut. It was too late, though. He’d seen it and, worse, M had seen it.

“I think that sounds appropriate. What do you think T? W?” M glanced at his brothers, at least I was assuming they had to be his brothers, and a silent conversation happened between the three of them. When M’s lips curved into a dark smirk, I was afraid I wouldn’t like their conversation.

“Any chance you’ve got a spare spanking horse prepped and ready?” T stood up and released my hair with one last pat to the top of my head. “I think this kitten could use a little breaking in.”

W sighed as he bent low and stroked my cheek. “I thought I was going to get my snack but you’ve managed to earn the ire of the twins. If you’re good for them, maybe I’ll get to devour your sweet pussy for a while before we show you what nine thick inches feel like.”

My face flared as he pressed his hand between my thighs and raised an eyebrow. The silent command was clear; spread my legs. I did as he wanted and he cupped my sex tight, the lace panties doing nothing to keep me from feeling the burning heat of his hand. I’d been with a few men in my life and none of them managed to find my clit as fast as W. He tugged my panties to the side with one finger and stroked his middle finger over my clit like he’d been given a detailed map and had studied it. Hard.

His mouth lifted in a smile at the way my lips popped open. “You’re soaked for us already. Such a good girl. Do something for me. Reach down and stroke yourself. Get two of your fingers nice and coated for me.”

I bit my lip hard but I found myself wanting to do what he said. I also hoped that if I pleased them, they’d forget about thepublic punishment. My fingers bumped into his as I followed his command and I shuddered at the feeling. When I brought my hand up, I was ashamed to see just how wet my fingers were. They glistened in the dim lighting.

W stroked my clit while pulling my hand closer and holding my gaze as he sucked my fingers into his mouth. I’d never seen a man look as starved as he did in that moment. His eyes burned as he let my fingers pop free and he quickly pulled his other hand away from me, making me whimper. He stood up and turned away but I heard the words he growled at M. “Tastes like fucking heaven.”

T pulled me to my feet and reached down to straighten my panties, which involved a lot more touching than it probably needed to. He pressed into my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Look up there.”

Oh, god. On the stage, dead center, was a contraption that looked like it belonged in a contractor’s shed. It looked like a workhorse with extra pieces along the sides. Padded in thick leather, it was matte black with straps spaced out, as if… Oh, hell.

I took a step back, fear gripping me. They wanted to strap me into that thing? In front of everyone in the club? Were they fucking nuts? I knew better than to ask that but my gaze must’ve given it away.

M stepped in front of me and held my gaze as he gently and methodically pulled my straps back into place. “Be glad we’re going to put you over it fully covered.”

My feet felt magnetized to the floor as they walked me to the stage. I thought my humiliation on stage had ended once they’d won me but apparently not. I could hear a murmur of curiosity from the crowd as M gripped my upper arm and helped me up the steps. My breathing was too fast as we stopped at the side of the contraption.

“I’m going to give you a choice, angel. You can be put over it either way, depending on what direction you want your ass pointed.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Away from the room. Please. Sir.”

His wicked smile made me feel like I’d chosen wrong.

“You want to watch the crowd, huh? Okay.”

CHAPTER 4

Reagan

Oh, god. My heart hammered painfully. I was going to have to see the crowd watch me being punished. M directed me where to go and I followed his instructions while shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t figure out why I was just going along with everything. Yes, I needed the money. Yes, I wanted to be a good friend to Harley. Yes, the men around me were wildly attractive, but I was straddling a leather and woodtoyin front of a crowd of people. Simply because they told me to. I was going to need to do some self-evaluating after everything was said and done.

“That’s right, angel. Rest your stomach along the pad there and stretch your arms out just like that.” M guided me until I was on all fours with my body resting on the cool leather bench. He made quick work of tightening the straps over my wrists and ankles, effectively pinning me in place. Still, he wrapped a larger strap over my back and rested his hand on my calf. “I want her head back.”

T stood in front of me and quickly gathered my hair into a braid at the back of my head that he expertly worked into a makeshift rope. I couldn’t tell what he was doing until I felt the strap over my back shift and then T stepped back and whistled low.

“Jesus.”

I tried to drop my head forward to look away from the crowd but I couldn’t. He’d tied my hair to the leather strap and I was locked into place. I couldn’t move anything more than my fingers and toes. I couldn’t even tip my head forward without the strands of my hair pulling painfully.

“That’s fucking beautiful.” W came to stand in front of me and he pressed two thick, calloused fingers over my tongue. “I’m normally not as needy for the bondage stuff but this… I think you were made to be tied down and fucked hard, kitten.”

I’d never felt so trapped. A growing sense of panic blossomed in my chest but as I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked, a sense of quiet washed over me. I forgot the crowd, the spanking horse, the way I couldn’t move. I justwas.

“I think the name ‘kitten’ works for you. T was right. You’re our perfect little pet for the night, aren’t you?” W pulled his fingers free and stepped out of my line of vision. Just like that, he was gone and he took my calm with him.

I gasped as I felt one of them press into me from behind. The way the bench had me spread out meant that my lower body was fully vulnerable to them. I felt rough denim against my thighs and heat as the impression of a long, hard erection dug into my sex. I wanted to ask a million questions. What were they doing? What was going to happen? Were they going to have sex with me in front of everyone? Would I use my safe word if they did?

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