Chapter Twelve
“We’ll be right back,” Kit said, motioning for Kemper. “Don’t you touch those beads, or so help me, I won’t fuck you for days and neither will Kemper.”
She stuck her lip out and pouted. “Can I at least play while you’re away?”
“No,” he said, assuming they’d watch one hell of a show once they abandoned her.
They left her in the bedroom. Kemper closed the door behind them. She was unaware of the hidden camera, and they needed a moment to discuss how they’d proceed.
Walking over to the computer desk located behind a partitioned wall, Kit said, “We’re gonna have to take the kink out of the equation here.”
“Why?”
“She’s addicted to sex. The more we give her, the more we introduce her to the kinds of things we need and want, the more she’ll desire. You and I are two men. We’ll never keep a true addict satisfied. Plus, we can’t watch her around the clock.”
“Blake and Grant handled Morgan. We can certainly handle Holly. We aren’t dealing with substance abuse here.”
“We’re still dealing with a very serious addiction problem, Kemper.”
“What are you saying? Do you think she’s out of control?”
Kit turned on the monitor and said, “You be the judge of that. Come here. I want you to take a look at this. Maybe then, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”
* * * *
Holly spread her legs as wide as they would go. She toyed with her clit, rubbing the small button around and around. Good God, this was what she’d needed all day. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipple, rubbing the point as she worked for her climax.
She felt as if she hadn’t been able to orgasm in a dozen years even though Kemper’s mouth had driven her to climax just the hour before. Reaching for the anal beads, she gave the circular hook a jerk. Kit wouldn’t notice if she played with those damn beads. She’d shove them back up her ass before they came back.
Pinching her nipple again, she squeezed and released. She thought of Kemper’s cock at her lips, his slick shaft buried inside her mouth. “Hmm,” she moaned, grunting as she thrust three fingers inside her pussy.
It wasn’t enough.
She bucked and writhed under the weight of her own hand. She imagined Kit coming over her, his powerful body lowering to her pussy.
“There,” she whispered, pumping her hand between her thighs. “Oh God, yes, Kit!” she screamed, releasing her cupped breast and yanking the beads all at once. “Oh! Oh! Good heavens!” she screamed, rolling her tongue over her lips. “Fuck! This feels wonderful!”
“Hmm,” she muttered, sticking her thumb inside her ass and tr
ying to get a good position so she could fuck herself from front to back. “Oh God, this is sick! Wicked!” And it was. She knew in her heart of hearts she had a problem, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed full penetration. Oh Lord! She needed…
A loud slam resounded in the room and that’s when she was busted like a criminal with his hand caught in the cash register. Unfortunately, the shiny jewels, the beads she’d meant to return to the case—or at the very least, her ass—were strewn across the bed.
There was no time like the present to make amends and say her apologies. By gauging the expressions on their faces, she wasn’t going to wiggle out of this one without working her body for all it was worth.
* * * *
“I ought to spank your ass raw!” Kit screamed, glaring at the beads.
“What happened to removing the kink factor?” Kemper asked, staring at her pussy. “That was some show, by the way.”
“Shut up, Kemper,” Kit said, raking his fingers through his hair.
“It was. She knows how to turn a man on.”
She came to her knees and used his shoulders for leverage. “Are you still attracted to me?”
“God yes,” Kemper said, cupping the side of her face.