Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Because she needs it,” Aidan replied.
Because she needed it. And he was going to give it to her. Then they could get what they needed—her.
Chapter Ten
Carys let her head fall back, hair brushing her bare shoulders, as Tristan pulled things out of his kit and whispered something to Aidan. She’d meant what she’d said. The idea of those two plotting to torture her made her feel wanted and loved. Maybe the thing that had hurt most was the idea Tristan hadn’t given her a thought while he was gone. Though he claimed it wasn’t true, it was hard to believe mere words. What they were doing now was starting to shake her walls.
Tonight wasn’t the time to think about walls. It was the time to stop thinking and let herself feel.
The spectators were vague shapes beyond the lights. She couldn’t tell how many people were watching them. She was still properly clothed, and it gave her some cover. Would they get her out of her clothes? Would they demand she strip down for them?
Not while she was cuffed, of course, but Tris seemed to allude to a long scene. In the past they would play some truly fun games. Would she still find them fun?
How long had it been since Tristan set her up for the kind of spanking that made her ache and also opened her up?
Her men prowled across the stage toward her. Prowled was the right word. Tristan was leaning slightly forward as he walked, while Aidan moved and not around to her other side. He was behind her, and she had no idea what he was doing, what he was planning to do. A thrill of alarm worked its way down her spine.
She knew they would never hurt her—well, they would hurt her plenty, but only in the ways she craved. She wasn’t sure she could trust them with her heart, but she absolutely trusted them with her body. Though even as she stood there bound and helpless, she was a little afraid.
And that fear made her nipples tight and pussy throb. It was a heady feeling, a feeling that shoved out all the others and left her blissfully in the moment where she didn’t have to decide anything at all. All she needed to do was comply with her Masters’ commands and accept their punishment and their pleasure.
Tristan stopped in front of her, and she could feel his focus, his attention. He was no longer paying attention to the crowd. He was so much more commanding than he’d been before, and it was addicting.
“You look gorgeous tonight, love,” Tristan said, his voice dipping low as though he meant to keep the words private between the three of them, as though telling her, even with an audience, there was no one in the world except the three of them.
“Fucking sexy as hell.” Aidan’s hand slipped under her skirt and cupped her ass. “I want to show you off tonight. I want everyone in this club to know how stunning our submissive is.”
Tristan’s lips quirked up. “Everyone who isn’t hiding in the lounge.”
She frowned. “Do not take me out of my sexy moment, Tris.”
Aidan’s teeth sank into her ear. It seemed to be his go-to move tonight, and it had her going up on her toes at the thrill of pain. “Bad sub. I’ll move down your neck next. I like leaving a mark, baby.”
Tristan loomed over her. “Another ten.”
Then he lowered his mouth to hers, the kiss unexpectedly tender rather than fiery and demanding the way she thought it would be. His tongue touched hers, then ran along the inside of her lower lip.
When he broke the kiss she was soft and ready. She’d known them all of her life, but in the moment everything felt fresh, like they could have both the comfort of a long-term relationship and the thrill of something new. Like they could reinvent themselves however they wanted. She could be the calm and collected doctor during work and their wild sub here. They could have the loving partnership they’d formed, and also this crazy, reckless passion.
If she could only trust they wouldn’t lie to her again.
His lips clung to hers as he pulled back, a tender moment, as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her.
Then his hand was around her neck, the movement snake-quick and so unexpected she jumped, letting out a short scream of surprise.
“Thank me for kissing you,” Tristan demanded.
Carys leaned into his hand, increasing the pressure of his fingers around her throat. Showing him he wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted his dominance, enjoyed the sensation of his hands sinking into her skin. “Thank you, Sir.”
He smirked, then pushed his thumb against the bottom of her jaw, forcing her to tip her head back. He bent, nipping the skin on her neck and sucking.