The Chase

God, he’d love to put his tongue on her right now. He licked his lips, mouth watering, trying to content himself with just looking since he was pretty sure she would go off like a rocket if he even breathed on her.

In the corner of the room, the surgeon searched his suitcase and gathered up some nylon. “Got everything we need for a thorough exam. How’s the patient look?”

“You’re going to want to see this, Doctor.”

Beck tossed the straps his way as he rounded the bed and stopped between Heavenly’s outstretched legs. “That’s fucking gorgeous. How do you feel?”

“Aroused, Sir.”

“Clearly.” Beck traced a fingertip up one swollen fold and down the other before plopping his wet finger on his tongue. “What else?”

“Embarrassed.”

“Because we’re both staring at your pussy?”

She nodded, wriggled, whimpered. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t grunt at me,” he reprimanded. “I want your words.”

“Yes.” Though glassy-eyed, she managed to speak. “Sir.”

“You like knowing that both your men are fixated by your pretty little cunt, don’t you?”

Heavenly bit her lip, looking so reluctant to admit what her body made obvious. “Yes, Sir.”

Beck smiled as he palmed her pussy. “I think our girl likes a little humiliation with her arousal.”

Seth held up his thumb and forefinger a fraction of an inch apart. “A little bit.”

The doctor tsked at her. “What a bad girl…”

“What should we do to her?”

Beck grinned and rubbed his hands together like he was really enjoying this.

Good. He was, too.

“Let’s start by strapping her in.”

Seth took stock of what Beck had tossed his way. Then a big-ass smile spread across his face. “Oh, one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too.”

Heavenly blinked at the collection of straps and cuffs in confusion. “What are you going to do?”

“Sirs?” Seth prodded.

“Sirs,” she added hastily.

“I think this is better demonstrated than explained,” Beck deferred. “Take everything off except your panties, little girl. Those stay.”

Her eyes widened. She looked as if she might object but wisely held her tongue and pulled her dress over her head. Seth nearly swooned at the visual of her dainty flushed nipples sticking straight out as if calling his name. Somehow, he kept his shit together.

“Hand that to me.” Seth held out his palm.

She trembled as she set the barely there garment across his fingers, then looked up as if trying to read his face. His smile told her nothing.

He dropped the dress on a nearby armchair, then flicked his discerning gaze to her feet. “As much as we know Beck likes the beige heels with the bows, you need to take them off, too.”