Her Wilde Bodyguards (Wilde, Nevada 5)

Her whole life she’d had to protect herself. The years in foster care had taken away all her trust. In the last several months, they had changed everything for her. Her career was on hold, though both Aaron and Kyle supported her music completely. The most important thing to her was starting her new life in Wilde with her amazing guys.

The strangest thing happened when Stephanie had sent out the press releases about her sabbatical. Her record sales had shot through the roof.

“This way, baby.” Aaron led h

er down a hallway. “Our room is the last one on the left.”

Kyle held her hand. “I love your outfit, sweetheart. You are the best looking sub in the whole club.”

“You and Master Aaron picked it out for me, Sir.” She wore thigh-high black boots, a mini skirt, and a lacy crop top.

“Yes, we did.” He smiled. “Don’t you like it?”

“I do. Very much. Thank you, Master.” She couldn’t help but scan him and Aaron again. Everything they wore was black—their leather boots, pants and vests, no shirts though, which allowed her to enjoy their six-pack abs. “I also like what you and Aaron are wearing.”

Aaron put the key in the lock and then turned the doorknob. “Welcome, baby.” He swung the door open and she walked in.

It looked exactly as they’d told her it would—a myriad of toys, restraints, and benches for them to enjoy and explore. Time to be a little naughty. “I love it, Sirs, but this one is my favorite.” She ran to the red bench and sat down. “Let’s start with this bench.”

Aaron shut the door and locked it. “Kyle, she’s trying to top us from the bottom already.”

“I know, bro.” Kyle stepped up to her, smiling wickedly, which sent a delicious shiver up and down her spine. “What are we going to do about that?”

Aaron moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Spank her pretty ass to start with, that’s what.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

She stuck out her lip in a mock show of contrition. “I’m sorry, Masters. I’m just so excited to be here with you. It’s difficult to contain myself. Red is my favorite color. That’s what I was thinking.”

“Baby, we want to get you out of your head with pleasure,” Aaron said. “Leave the thinking to us in this room, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kissed her on the back of the neck and then removed her top. He cupped her naked breasts, pinching her nipples lightly.

Kyle stripped off her mini and thong to her ankles, leaving her in only her boots. They flipped her on her stomach on the red bench.

She grinned. Just a little more brattiness. “Thank you, Sirs, for letting me have my way. I love the red bench.”

“This red bench comes with cuffs, which are perfect for your wrists, sweetheart.” Kyle snapped the restraints on her. “Let’s see how much you like this bench after we spank this pretty ass of yours.” He ran his hand over her bottom and she felt goose bumps pop up all over her skin.

One more push. “Could I have a pillow, Sirs?”

Aaron laughed. “You are such a little stinker today, baby.” He tugged on her hair. “That’s quite enough though. Time to settle down. Understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

“Because you’ve been such a bad little sub you are going to get a spanking,” Kyle said firmly.

“Oh no.”

“You think this is funny, baby?” Aaron brought a scary-looking paddle in front of her eyes. “This look funny to you?”

“No, Sir.” She started trembling. Had she pushed them too much? “I’m sorry, Master.”

“We’ll see how sorry you are,” he said in a tone that told her he meant business, and his business clearly was centered in on her ass with the black paddle.

Oh God!