“Yep.”
Xavier drew her forward, and several sharp smacks landed on her ass from a dinner-plate-sized hand that had to be as hard as a paddle, she was sure.
When Xavier helped her sit back up, her bottom was stinging but she made certain not to glare at the man underneath her. Nope, she was a good girl.
Always.
“That’s my sweet girl,” Xavier murmured. “Those really are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. I need to taste them again. Bring them here.”
She leaned forward without even thinking about it, and he circled one nipple with his tongue then moved to the other nipple, laving them both until she was whimpering. Behind her, Brick kissed his way down her spine before lowering the band of her pajama bottoms to kiss the top of her ass.
Then Xavier drew her back. “Now, have you made yourself come?”
Brick’s fingers returned to her nipples, playing with them expertly. They were going to kill her, but she knew better than not to answer.
“Yes.”
“With toys?”
“No, just with my fingers,” she told him.
“Hm, we might have to change that. Order you some toys.”
Did she need toys when she had the two of them? Adding something more just might kill her.
“We’ll need a vibrator.” Xavier’s hands moved up her thighs. “Some handcuffs.”
“An egg,” Brick added. “With a remote. So we can drive her crazy.”
“Wouldn’t that be fun on quiz night,” Xavier mused.
They wouldn’t!
Oh hell, they would. Xavier’s fingers were now on her pussy. Brick continued to torture her nipples as he moved a single finger down over her clit. She couldn’t feel it that well through the layers of clothing and she let out a frustrated noise.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” Xavier asked her.
“Yes, oh, please, yes.”
“Doesn’t she beg so pretty, Brick?” Xavier asked.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” Brick told him.
“We need to make that pussy nice and wet. Ready to take us. Are you ready to take us, Juliet? To have your men fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Hm. I’m not sure. You don’t sound desperate enough yet. Does she sound that desperate, Brick?”
“I’m damn well desperate,” Brick muttered.
“Have you ever given someone a hand job?” Xavier asked
“Yes,” she moaned as that finger moved slowly and steadily up and down her slit.
“Who with?” Xavier demanded.
“Brick,” she managed to squeak out.