And that was the truth. She trusted us enough to even consider taking and sending a photo like that. She might not have realized that when she’d done so, but it was obvious to me. I doubted she sent pics to just anyone. The fact that she had an inner slut who wanted me and Colton to know how dirty she really liked to be… well, that was hot as fuck. If that was what she liked, to tell her men without words that she needed our dicks—and that photo screamed how horny she was—then I was going to give it to her. Every. Kinky. Thing.
I caught the bottom of her dress and lifted it to her waist so her ass was exposed. There was that pink thong I’d seen on my phone display. My hand came down on her right cheek in a stinging swat.
She gasped, went up on her tiptoes and gave me a narrowed eye stare. “What was that for?”
“That’s for sending it to me while I was in the grocery store.”
“That’s not my fault!”
With my free hand, I tipped up her chin. She might protest, but I had no doubt she just got wetter. “Were you the one who lifted up her flirty-as-fuck dress, tugged her tiny scrap of panties to the side and took a photo of her well-fucked pussy?”
She blushed, her eyes lowering. Ah, she might be ballsy as can be, but she was also submissive. At least to me and Colton. I had no intention of telling her about that, for my little tiger would deny it and try to claw my eyes out.
“Yes.”
I spanked her again, a second pink handprint instantly forming on her pale skin.
“What was that one for?”
I dropped to my knees but held her dress up still. I was directly behind her and she was facing the counter, out into the store. “For wearing panties.”
My fingers hooked in the tiny strip of elastic that was at her waist and tugged the pink confection down her legs, careful to work it over her boots.
I could see the darker spot on the gusset, could feel how wet they were.
My dick pressed uncomfortably against my jeans—there’d be a zipper mark in it for sure.
I tucked that scrap of lace into my shirt pocket.
Ava glanced over her shoulder at me.
“I want nothing in my way if I want to lift up this dress, bend you over and fuck you.”
“You wouldn’t,” she replied. She glanced to the entrance, then back.
We were behind the counter, which was high enough to block me—or what I was doing—completely from anyone coming in. I hadn’t heard the bell, so we were still alone. That didn’t mean someone wouldn’t walk through the door at any time.
I grinned wickedly.
“I would.” Fuck, yes, I would. But only if Ava were into the possibility of being caught. If that didn’t make her hot, then no fucking way would I share my girl with anyone but Colton.
It was time to see how far I could push her in this, how wet I could make her.
There was no question she was still full of our cum. We’d given her too much overnight for it to not slip from her and remind her all day who owned that tight, hot perfect hole.
I gave her another playful swat. Hard enough to leave a little sting, but gentle enough to know I was only playing.
“Now keep an eye on that entrance while I play.”
She stiffened. “Play?”
I pulled out the plug I’d gotten after I’d left Duke at the grocery store. While Raines wasn’t a metropolis, it did have a small adult store. I held it up for her to see. “Your photo was missing something. You like a little bling, don’t you?”
I held up the shiny metal plug with the jeweled base. The hot pink gem sparkled in the sunlight that came through the windows.
She stared at the plug with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
“Be a good girl and put your foot up here.” I patted the wood shelf beneath the counter that held extra cash register tape, pens and markers and other office supplies. When she did as instructed, I caressed her ass, feeling the heat of my handprints. “Good girl. Step wider, yes, a little wider. Perfect. Now you’re nice and open.”