“No fair discussing chests I haven’t seen,” she protested with a light laugh.
“Agreed,” Sandie called down from her chaise at the end. “Instead, why don’t you tell us what it’s like being sandwiched between Troy and Trevor.”
Paige wasn’t about to admit she didn’t know. Everyone had been open and nice, engaging with her as if she were a member of their select group. But she still felt like an outsider. Maybe that sense of not belonging stemmed from the past gatherings they’d reminisced about, or the way the men had looked at their significant others, as if they couldn’t pull eyes conveying possessiveness, warmth and lust off them.
“Sorry, girls, I don’t kiss and tell,” Paige returned, hoping the teasing smile she tossed their way worked.
“It looks like we’ll have to talk her into joining us for girls’ night,” Krista said. “Wine always works to loosen the tongue.”
Paige didn’t burst their bubble by admitting to her high tolerance for alcohol. It took a lot more than a few glasses of vino to get her talking. Deep male voices echoed up the stairwell right before Miles’ coal black head emerged topside. With his midnight eyes pinned on Hope, he strode toward her while pulling off his tight tee, the intent etched on his face drawing a shiver down Paige’s spine. She could only imagine what that look did to Hope. With barely a ripple of his impressive biceps, he lifted Hope off the lounge and tossed her over his shoulder before smacking her bikini covered bottom.
“Excuse us, ladies.” Spinning on his heels, he headed toward the bow and the hot tub and fountain just as Sean stepped onto the deck.
Hope lifted her blonde head, giving them a cheeky wave that matched her smile, and the psych doc didn’t hesitate to tug on her long hair. Paige didn’t look away from Miles’ broad back and Hope’s excited face until the sudden return of panty vibrations heralded Troy and Trevor’s reappearance topside. Not even Hope’s squeal, “It’s cold!” and Miles’ deep chuckle could distract her enough to keep her pulse from spiking with expectation when the pair followed Sean toward them.
“Krista, Master Dax requires your butt in the playroom. Sandie, Zach’s waiting for you below as well.” Sean delivered the message with a wink as he held his hand out for Alessa. Krista and Sandie didn’t balk at the summons; instead they jumped up and high-tailed it to the stairs with eager steps.
Paige didn’t flush when Master Sean pulled Alessa up and bent his head to draw one turgid nipple into his mouth. Instead, she found herself turned on by the open display, Alessa’s gasp of pleasure from his bite and the caring reflected in her Dom’s pewter eyes. She didn’t want to know what that said about her, or her chances of moving on without regrets after today. Luckily, Troy and Trevor didn’t give her time to think about that potential problem.
Trevor whipped off his polo shirt before drawing her up and against his thick chest, the sprinkling of curly hair tickling her sensitive tips. “We can’t have you looking like someone’s left you out, sugar.” He dipped his head and took her mouth with coaxing pressure, just the opposite of Troy’s more demanding lips.
Paige basked in the warm pleasure of skin against skin and her heated response to the panties as Trevor’s tongue explored her mouth with leisurely strokes. He kissed her much like the way he took command of her body, using a soft yet still dominant approach to get his way. She liked that about him.
Hands went to her waist as Troy moved closer behind her. A groan rumbled from deep in her throat when her shorts dropped to her bare feet and he left her standing in the black panties. His bare chest pressed against her back, sandwiching her between them for the first time. Now she could tell her new friends about the heady experience they’d asked about earlier.
Trevor released her all too soon, but she didn’t complain when he spun her about and Troy took over, his mouth covering hers with harder, more forceful possession that elicited a thrill as arousing as the one she experienced under Trevor’s control. She relished his more demanding approach in reeling her in as much as she craved the underlying cajoling behind Trevor’s dominance.
“Tell me, Paige,” Trevor whispered in her ear as the panty vibrations increased to more powerful than before. “How much did you inflate the butt plug?”
“Not… much, freaking dipshiot!” she ended on a gasped shudder when the pulsations against her crotch drove her headlong toward an orgasm without warning. A click and they stopped as Troy lifted his head and reached up to cup her breasts while his devious brother found the small attached pump inside her panties and expanded the torture device.
“Not yet, Paige.” Troy slid his hand into her panties and found her slick folds. “Nice and wet, just as we’d thought, Trev.” Bucking her hips against his hand, she cursed aloud when he pinched her labia then pulled back with a one-word admonishment. “Behave.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Paige returned in frustration. If this was all she’d get from these two, she wanted a lot, and wanted it now. “It’s your fault for turning on these panties during the reception.” They each moved back a step and Trevor stepped around her enough for her eyes to follow both men’s hands sliding to their waists. Oh shit. Why hadn’t she noticed the floggers the two were sporting when they’d come back on deck?
“Still determined to give us a hard time, aren’t you?” Trevor didn’t sound like he minded. Hooking his foot behind one of the front legs of the chaise, he slid it over to the side, right under the cuffed chain he pulled out from the eave of the center cover.
“I can only hope,” Paige quipped, aiming her gaze toward their crotches. Anything to take her mind off what they planned to do with those wicked looking leather strands as Troy led her to the lounge.
“Ha, ha.” Flicking off the panties, he stripped them down her legs and instructed, “Kneel in the center.”
Goosebumps raced across her skin as Paige complied, despite the internal heat their eyes on her always created. She shivered as they each stood on one side of her and raised her hands to the cuffs, securing her arms above her head before they unclipped the floggers from their waists. The two moved with such coordinated sync, she once again wondered how many had come before her, this time pondering why none had stuck.
Trevor trailed the soft strands over her breasts. “What are you thinking, sugar?”
“I’m wondering what the addlepated bejeesus you’re going to do with those things. What do you think?”
Troy joined in, tickling her buttocks by trailing the leather strips across her globes in a light caress that forced her to suck in a breath against the riotous sensations they conjured up. She didn’t know whether to sigh with relief or insist on more.
They shared one of those long, poignant looks that irritated the heck out of her and put her even more on edge as Troy said, “No you weren’t.” Drawing his arm back, he swatted her ass, leaving behind strips of red-hot, stinging pleasure. “Care to try again?”
Paige narrowed her eyes at him. Her body may submit to their every whim, but she’d be damned if they’d pull her private thoughts from her without giving an ounce in return. “No. Some things are… personal, not meant for sharing without getting something in return.” There, take that, she mused with smug satisfaction when her comment appeared to startle them both.
“Mmm,” Trevor hummed, trailing the flogger down her waist and between her spread thighs. Her hips jerked from the unexpected brush of braided leather over such tender skin, her cream increasing as her need rose. “It seems we have our work cut out for us, Troy.”
; “It’ll be tough, but I guess someone has to take her in hand,” he replied with mock dissatisfaction.
Before she could articulate a comeback, they snapped the leather strands against her flesh, front and back, up and down her body, keeping up a steady light pace that delivered an array of dizzying sensations spiraling through her. One slash stung the fleshy underside of her breast while another warmed her thighs. Pain lanced her buttocks and tingles of warmth spread over her abdomen with the next, followed by a sharp, heated reprisal on the delicate flesh of her labia. Her pussy swelled, the tight fullness in her anus emphasizing the emptiness of her vagina. Slamming her eyes shut, she rocked her body toward and away from the lashes, never knowing where the next would land, or how hard.
Through the roaring in her head, she barely made out the soft, murmured words from each man, catching only slight phrases such as ‘good girl’ or ‘the perfect response’. Each one, voiced in those deep, rumbling tones, drew her deeper under their spell until she despaired of ever getting free. By the time she heard the floggers fall to the deck and felt their hands soothing the throbbing lines crisscrossing her body, her need burned more painful than any of the strikes they’d delivered.
“Please,” she whispered, refusing to open her eyes and face them as she thrust her pelvis into the hand cupped between her legs.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Trevor whispered in her ear. She heard zippers being lowered, the rustle of clothing being removed and felt the shift of the lounge when one knelt in front and one behind her. “Open your eyes, Paige.”