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“Yes, Sir!”

Mills pulled a side chair closer to the bed and sat with his legs stretched out. There was a moment of awkwardness as our eyes met but Kitten cried out and it was forgotten. It wouldn’t be so hard to share if she kept making those sounds.

I dipped my head and tasted the skin of her breast, taking as much as I could get into my mouth and sucking. Her little mewls of pleasure grew louder. Moving to her nipples, I ran my tongue around the pink flesh and only took the little buds between my teeth when she made the right needy sound. I wanted to spend a few hours focused on those tits but I forced myself to slip off of the bed. Something else was calling my name.

A closet on the other side of the suite held a variety of toys and tools. Despite the softer ropes hanging there I went for a rougher cord. The darker side of my brain wanted to leave marks on her body. We’d never see her again but I wanted her to see us fora few days every time she looked at herself. Gripping the rope, I tried it between my hands and then turned back to the bed. A thrill went down my spine when I found that even in the throes of another orgasm, my little kitten had her wary eyes on me.

West, sensing her change in demeanor, looked up and followed her gaze to my hands. He wiped his mouth along the inside of her thigh and flashed a smirk.

“Looks like it’s time for T to have some fun with you, kitten.”

Mills sat forward, his focus intense on our subject. He was seeing the same things I was. Her breath came faster, a deep flush stained her cheeks and chest, and she was pressing her thighs together without West between them. She was nervous but she was still thoroughly turned on.

I dropped the rope next to her feet at the end of the bed and took my time unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it aside. Her rapt focus spurred some pride in me and I casually flicked the button to my jeans open, loving the way her pupils ate up all that bright blue with desire. Moving up the bed, I straddled her hips and dragged the rope over her chest.

“Rough, isn’t it?”

Her tongue stole out to wet her lips.

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, she was a fast learner and so eager to please. Even with the cute little displays of defiance she was so fucking submissive. I caught her wrists and easily tied them together with a knot she wouldn’t be able to remove. I watched as she tested them and sank my teeth into my lip as I watched her pale skin turn red beneath the rope.

“Want to know why?”

She gasped when I snapped her bound arms over her head and hooked the knot over a post at the top of the headboard. It seemed like the club thought of everything. She tested theconstraints again and without control of her hands I felt her legs shift more behind me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“When you’re home in your comfy surroundings tonight, tomorrow, maybe even the day after, I want you to look down at your wrists and see this moment. I want you to remember how thoroughly you gave yourself to me. Tied up with three strangers. Kitten…Do you have any idea the things we could do to you?”

There were nerves in her eyes but that defiant chin lifted just the slightest.

“I’m not stopping you.”

CHAPTER 7

Mills

My hands itched with the need to turn her ass hot and it seemed like Tate read my mind. He shifted off of her and easily flipped her over. On her knees with her hands stretched out in front of her she was a vision. I stood where she could see me and made a show of slowly removing my belt. I’d never use it on her, not when she was so brand new, but she didn’t know that.

Her mouth parted as her breathing increased. “M?”

West appeared at the foot of the bed with a bottle of lube and a small plug.

“The only thing better than a red ass is a red ass with a pretty little plug in it, don’t you think?”

Rea’s head snapped back to look at him over her shoulder. The glare in her eyes was just what I wanted to see. I didn’t usually like such a naughty kitten in bed but her anger was exciting as fuck. Especially when there was nothing she could do about it.

I found myself grinning again and shook my head at myself. I wasn’t sure what kind of pervert it made me that the most I’d smiled in what felt like years, was while sharing a woman with my brothers.

“Plug her. Then I’m going to spank that ass hot. Depending on our kitten’s attitude, someone might need to plug her throat, too.”

That earned me a dirty look but when I dragged my shirt over my head, her expression returned to one of hunger. She watched me even as West spread her cheeks and worked on plugging her. Her nostrils flared but that was the only sign of discomfort she showed. West clearly had the same thought I did because he grunted and went back to the closet, returning with a larger plug.

“Little bro likes to see a little bite with his pleasure, huh?” Tate teased West, but West was so focused on pushing the larger plug deep inside Rae that he didn’t care.

She’d gone red and her hands clenched into fists where they were tied to the headboard.

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