Double Inferno (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 2)

“I hope you’ve been a good girl and did what you were told.”

His finger brushed gently over her thin panties.

“Or Matt will have to throw you over his lap and spank that naughty, round ass of yours.”

“Oh God,” she whispered, and Matt squeezed her wrist tighter then gently kissed her neck and whispered next to her ear, “Be silent, baby, or you’ll draw attention to yourself. We don’t mind putting on a show, but you might.”

She tightened up and glanced around again.

“Quit moving and spread you thighs apart a little,” Tyler told her, and when she did, she instantly felt his fingers push aside her panties and touch her clit.

She pressed her back against Matt. She was going to come. They had her strung so tight right now from their tactics that she was losing it. Her nipples hardened, her belly ached and quivered, her pussy swelled, and she desperately wanted their touch. She needed it, oh God, she needed his fingers up inside of her. She felt her breathing grow rapid the more his fingers teased her clit, and he used his thumb to check her bare mound.

“Please, Tyler.” She moaned and he pressed his thick digit up between her slick folds and gave her what she needed. She closed her eyes.

“Bend over as if you’re whispering in my ear. Place your hand on my shoulder for support,” Tyler ordered, and she immediately did as he told her. She needed their guidance. She needed for them to direct her and show her how to do this and handle them. Now she was even more aroused because Matt’s crotch pressed against her ass, and she felt his thick, long shaft. She leaned against Tyler, gripping his shoulder, and she kissed his cheek then whispered into his ear.

“Please help me, T

yler. I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, baby.” He continued to stroke her pussy. She wanted to move her hips to press down harder. Just a little bit more and she would be right there.

“You’re torturing me.” She felt Matt pull her hand back behind her, and he placed it against his cock.

“Come,” Tyler ordered as he shoved his fingers up into her, knuckles deep, then pressed his thumb against some special spot that sent her skyrocketing into an orgasm.

Matt quickly pulled her back against him as she tried desperately to calm her breathing.

Tyler placed his hands on her hips and smiled at her.

“Such a good girl. I’m proud of you, Paula. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Matt wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

“This doesn’t seem fair. You touch me like this and make me orgasm like never before and you two seem so calm and collected.” She knew she sounded like she was pouting, but when did these men ever lose control? What made them feel like she felt when they controlled her like this and make her so aroused she’d let them toss her onto the table and fuck her just so she could find relief?

Matt thrust his crotch against her ass, and she felt how hard and thick he was.

“You think I’m calm, baby? Do you feel how fucking hard you got my cock? It’s taking all the control I can muster not to lift you up, toss you onto this fucking table, and sink my cock into your wet pussy. Now don’t piss me off. You go get your stuff and tell your friends that you’re leaving.” Matt pulled from her, turned her around, and directed her toward the back room, but not before spanking her on her ass.

After a quick, shocked glance at him and Tyler, she knew she was in trouble when they got to their place. As she walked, she knew that people saw his public display of ownership. The smack to her ass aroused her, and as that sank in, she realized that although technically he hit her, it wasn’t out of anger. It wasn’t to cause pain, like what she had been used to. Instead, it was to keep her on the edge of what would be another heavy state of arousal that only they had the power and ability to do. This was what Tyler was talking about. Could she really give complete trust over to them, or would she always have that fear in the back of her mind about Sal and what he had done to her?

She swallowed hard as she made her way toward the back office.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the yellow envelope, and fear gripped her insides. She covered her chest with her hand and quickly looked around the small staff room. The bathroom door was open, but she could tell no one was in there. The couches were empty. The counter where the microwave sat was fine.

She picked up the envelope, knowing that BJ and Detective Louis said the guy hadn’t left prints behind. She undid the clip and pulled out the multiple papers.

The front paper scared the hell out of her.

YOUR FINAL WARNING!

STAY AWAY FROM OTHER MEN.

I’M WATCHING YOU…OUR TIME WILL COME SOON.

She felt the tears reach her eyes, and then fear gripped her belly and brought pain to her chest as she looked at the series of photographs underneath the letter. It was her bedroom. He somehow had pictures of her in her bedroom, getting dressed. She was only wearing a bra and panties in one as she fixed her hair, her breasts pushing from her bra.