Page 24 of Katie 3

“Good girl,” Brad whispers in my ear as he guides me to the bed. His hands turn rough and greedy as they grip my hips and haul me onto the bed. Carter’s fingers are soft, teasing at the nape of my neck, then tracing my spine as he kneels on the mattress behind me.

“You need to relax,” Carter murmurs, and the words are like hypnotism. My breath comes softer now, shivering out as Brad’s hands run up my thighs, under the hem of my shirt, until he finds my bare skin.

“She’s still tense,” Brad says, voice low and hungry. He glances back at Carter, then grins.

“Did you bring the stuff?” Carter asks.

“Of course,” Brad says.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, but Brad has already let go, moving to his bag, rummaging through it and gathering what he needs as he glances at me with a look that’s so intense it nearly burns.

“Trust us?” Brad teases.

I peek at Carter and he whispers, “You’ll like it.”

Brad lifts the blindfold, cuffs and collar. My cheeks heat as I think about the first time he strapped his belt around my neck.

Carter inches closer as my breath hitches. He nudges his chest to my back and gives me a deliberate push of his cock through his jeans. My skin prickles as I gasp.

Carter wraps his hands around my waist, heat burning through the thin cotton of my shirt.

“Arms up,” Carter says, and I lift them, trembling. Brad strips the shirt, then runs his tongue across my collarbone, biting hardenough to mark me. My hands flutter, lost, and Carter catches them, cuffing my wrists together with the soft black bands.

The collar is next. Brad slides it around my throat, the leather warm from his hands. He fastens it at the front, tugs it until I gasp.

My mouth is dry, my pulse so loud in my ears that I barely hear Carter’s voice. “Breathe, doll.” He kisses my shoulder, then trails his tongue up to my ear. “You look perfect like this. Not going anywhere.”

Brad grins. “You’re blushing, Katie. You like being owned, don’t you?”

I shake my head but the heat between my thighs gives me away. Carter slips a hand down, between my legs, and finds me soaked. He presses hard on my clit, just once, enough to make me moan.

“She loves it,” he says to Brad.

The blindfold is last. Carter runs a finger over it, then covers my eyes, and the world goes dark. I can’t see, but I feel everything—Carter’s hands, Brad’s lips on my skin, the warm breath and the cold snap of leather. I’m shivering, helpless, but I never want to leave this place.

They’re quiet for a moment, their hands moving over me, mapping my skin, squeezing and stroking and teasing.

Brad’s hands are rough, urgent, as he spreads my thighs and buries his face between them. The sound of his hunger, the ragged intake of breath, the way he groans as he licks me, makes me arch and writhe.

Carter’s touch is softer, slower, exploring every inch of me, my throat, my breasts. When he pinches my nipple, I arch so hard I nearly sob. They take turns, wordless, playing me like an instrument, making me shudder and cry out and beg for more.

“She’s dripping,” Brad says, his voice muffled by my body. “Goddamn, did you miss us that much?”

I can’t answer. I can only whimper as his tongue works me over, flicking and teasing until my toes curl and my head throws back against Carter’s chest. He clamps a hand around my throat, squeezing just enough that I float. My orgasm is sudden, lightning-bright, and I moan into the dark, shaking apart as Brad doesn’t stop, not even when I scream.

“Shh,” Carter whispers, mouth at my ear. “We’re only getting started.”

Brad moves and a finger slides inside me, gentle and deep. He adds another, then a third, and suddenly I’m squirming, rocking on his hand, the stretch and heat making every nerve catch fire.

Carter cradles my head, stroking my hair, and murmurs, “Take it, doll. Take everything.”

They don’t let up, not for a second. Brad’s hands are everywhere, greedy and rough, alternating between fucking me with his fingers and spanking my ass, sharp little slaps that sting and then pulse with heat. Carter runs his hands up my sides, over my ribs, thumbs my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess.

I want to beg them to stop but the words die as Brad’s mouth joins his fingers, tongue lapping at me as his fingers pound inside. My legs shake, my wrists pull against the cuffs, but there’s no escape, not even when Carter holds me tight and whispers, “You can take more. You want this, don’t you?”

I nod, frantic, and he kisses my shoulder and Brad’s touches fade. “Good girl. Now show us what a perfect slut you are,” he says as he guides me forward on my hands and knees. Carter’s weight keeps me from backing away as Brad lifts my hips. I hear the sound of his pants unzipping, the slap of skin as he strokes himself, and then he’s inside, so sudden and deep, I scream.

“Let them hear you, Katie,” Carter whispers as he pins me with his hands. “Let everyone know you belong to us.”

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