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My eyes slide down her body to where her arms are straining against the cuffs she’s wearing. When she gives up her control to us, it makes my body come alive in a way it hasn’t with any woman before. I know we’re lucky bastards to have Heather’s attention and her submission.
We haven’t made promises, knowing we couldn’t because of our status in the club, but it’s been difficult to admit how we feel about her. I hate the idea of her in limbo. Not that she’s complained about it once.
It only makes me love her more.
Bedlam lets out a groan as the fingers in her hair tighten and he starts to fuck her face. I keep my eyes on our woman as I take off my clothes and then sink to my knees behind her. Her fingers scramble against my skin as she tries to grip my cock, but I pull my hips back just enough to stop her. If she touches my dick, I won’t be able to hold off on sinking into her.
My hands come around her body and cup her tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. She arches her back as much as she can while being held between us. I kiss and nip along her shoulder and up her neck until I get to the shell of her ear and suck it between my lips, knowing how much she loves it.
“I bet you’re dripping for us, aren’t you, Heather?” She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat that has pre-cum dripping from me.
Movement next to us has me glancing at Zach who is naked and dropping to his knees next to our woman. He rubs his cock against her hip and her entire body shudders. “Looks like you need some help, Cherub,” he murmurs softly.
When she gasps, Bedlam pushes deeper inside of her, and I don’t have to see it to know Zach is touching her pussy. He’s probably buried his fingers inside of her just the way I want to. It’s hard to tease her when she’s all worked up because watching her fly apart for us is beyond beautiful.
“Fuck,” I growl, “I bet your cunt is squeezing his fingers right now. Wish it was my cock,” I admit as I nip at her ear.
Heather moans around Bedlam’s cock before he pulls it from her lips, his chest heaving as he stumbles back a step. Zach and I pull our hands away from her and I have no doubt it’s as difficult for him as it is for me. Her breathing is heavy as she looks between the three of us, her hazel eyes wide and glassy with need.
Once I stand up, I help her to her feet and watch as goosebumps cover her sensitive skin. She always gets this way when she’s turned on while we play. Her body is like a live wire. I’m sure she was right on the edge of coming, not that she would complain about her release getting taken away from her.
“You’re being such a good girl for us,” I whisper, bending closer so my words fan across her skin.
“Please. I need someone to fuck me,” she begs.
“Not yet,” Bedlam’s voice is deep and rough like gravel. “First I want to see your pretty ass pink from the paddle Gray picked out earlier.”
I swear my fucking knees go weak. The way she moves toward the bed and bends over it, giving herself to us, doesn’t help matters at all. Her ass is on display along with her glistening pussy lips. It would be so fucking easy to sink into her right here and now.
I force myself to look away and grab the paddle. When I approach the bed again, Bedlam’s hand is sliding over the skin of Heather’s ass. I know how fucking soft her skin is and how pretty it gets when spanked. Paddling will be new for her, but I know she’ll love it.
I hand the paddle over with a grin, “You do the honors, Bedlam.”
He chuckles, the sound wrapping around our woman and making her shiver as she clenches her hands into fists. Poe takes it, but he doesn’t use it. Not yet.
Instead, he continues to touch her, using his fingertips to tease her. He roams over her ass cheeks and down to the top of her thighs and then back up. His touch on her hips has her jerking and burying her face in the bed.
I don’t even try to stop myself from reaching down, gripping the base of my cock, and stroking myself. When Bedlam’s fingers glide up her spine, she curves her body to follow his touch, arching her back and making the sexiest fucking shapes.
Her hair flies wildly around as she tries to look over her shoulder, but it’s difficult with her arms behind her back. Her hazel eyes meet mine when I move around the bed, and I can see her need there. Then her eyes drop down to where I’m stroking my cock, and she licks her lips.
“Fuck,” I grunt, “you look hungry, Cherub.”
“For your cum,” she rasps, the bit of sass in her words has me throwing my head back and laughing.
My eyes come back down when the sound of her gasp mixes with the paddle against her skin. I watch in fascination as Bedlam starts up a rhythm with simple flicks of his wrist. I’m not sure what is sexier—the sounds our woman is making or the leather making contact.
“Gorgeous,” Zach grunts, his eyes fixed on her ass.
Bedlam drops the paddle on the ground and then smooths his hand over her ass. Heather twists as much as she can to look over her shoulder at him. “I can take more,” her words are slightly slurred and the dazed look in her eyes tells me she’s right on the edge of a place only we’ve taken her.
That place where she’s not in her head. Where she’s not a club angel. Where she’s ours.
It’s my favorite place for her to be. She lets herself go when she’s there. There’s no thinking about what might not be or what is. She just exists.
It’s glorious.
“That’s enough for tonight. We need you.” Heather bites her lip with Bedlam’s words and his eyes soften. “We have something for you.”
