Jardin sighed long and loud. “Go get her, Carrick.”
“No, wait! I’m coming. I’m coming.”
She walked over to the huge bed.
“You’re forgetting something,” Jardin reminded her. “That’s five.”
“Five! You can’t spank me.”
“I can’t? Hmm, I feel sure that I can,” he countered.
“I’m not breaking a rule.”
“You’re not obeying your Doms when they tell you to get naked and into bed. Actually, that’s worth ten.”
“You can’t spank me here. What if someone hears?” she asked, horrified.
Jardin grinned, shifting position so he was leaning against the headboard. All that delicious skin was on display as well as his firm, thick cock. Lord help her. “Do you seriously think you’re the first woman to get a spanking in this house?”
Carrick chuckled. “Not even close.”
Carrick swung his legs over the bed and stood. And she was struck dumb once more. How was her brain supposed to function with these two around?
Shit.
He strode to the door and locked it. Then to her shock, he picked her up and swung her onto the bed. Jardin immediately pinned her down, straddling her body and reaching for her pajama top. “Let’s get this off.”
She held her arms up to help him because really, she didn’t want to put up too much of a fuss and have them completely back off, now did she?
“Such pretty breasts,” he crooned. “What do you think, Carrick?”
“I think they look lonely.” Carrick laid next to her then leaned in to suck one nipple into his mouth. Jardin moved to lay on her other side, taking her other nipple in his mouth. They suckled on her, their hands roaming her body. Carrick’s hand slid down her tummy and under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, while Jardin’s hand crept up her thigh.
She whimpered. She was stuck between them, held by them, tortured.
And she never wanted to leave.
Jardin sat up then grabbed the waist band of her pajama bottoms. “Let’s add some lingerie to the shopping list. A red, silky nightgown.”
“One of those teddy things that will show off her breasts,” Carrick added.
“Yes. We also need some toys for her. Too bad I didn’t bring my play bag with me.”
“It was an oversight,” Carrick agreed. “We could be stretching her ass.”
“I’ll have a play while I’m spanking it.”
Her heart raced as they talked about her like she wasn’t even there. But every word seemed to set her desire soaring.
“Tonight, you can take my ass instead,” Jardin said almost casually as he placed her pajama pants and panties on the floor, leaving her bare to their gaze. Carrick stiffened beside her. And when she glanced over at him, his face was filled with hunger as he stared at Jardin.
“My fucking pleasure.”
r /> Jardin smiled then leaned over her to kiss Carrick. She groaned. They were killing her. Jardin drew back to wink down at her. “But first we need to take care of our naughty girl. I’m thinking since she’s so worried about making noise while I punish her that you should help her out.”
What did that mean?
“Happy to,” Carrick murmured while leaning down to kiss her.