“So, I’m guessing Damien ratted me out and assume he was the one who sent you after me last night. If you think I’m paying you back for what you bid, think again. I don’t owe you anything.”
“Wrong, sugar.” Trevor snatched her hand and yanked her against him. “You owe us eight hours of your time. The contract you signed clearly stated if you renege on your end of the bargain, then you must repay us every dime. You did read the fine print, didn’t you?” He could tell by her widening eyes and struggle to swallow that she hadn’t. “Oops.”
Paige averted her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Addlepated dim doodle.”
Trevor grinned at Troy. “Did she just call me an addlepated dim doodle?”
Troy nodded, a gleam replacing the irritation in his eyes. “I believe she did. I’ll add that infraction to her punishment.”
“This way, Paige.” Tightening his hold on her hand, Trevor followed Troy back into the playroom where the auction was still underway.
“Where are we going?” Paige demanded with a tug of her hand.
He looked back to see her cast a frantic look around the room and felt her shudder when Troy halted at an armless chair situated on a small, raised dais. “Right here,” he answered. “Your choice, sugar. Honor your signed agreement or agree to pay us back our donation.” When she hesitated, the wary trepidation in her eyes at odds with the outline of her puckered nipples against her shirt, he said, “Come on, Paige. Be adventurous. You know us well enough to trust we won’t do anything you’ll regret. You say one word, red, at any time, and we halt whatever we’re doing. That was also in the contract. What do you have to lose?”
She glanced from him to Troy, who remained silent, then back to Trevor again, her dove-gray eyes turning flinty with grim determination. “I’ll honor the contract, as long as you promise to honor the safeword.”
“Of course,” Troy replied, stepping onto the dais. Sitting on the chair, he held out his hand. “For your punishment tonight, we’ll keep it the simple stoplight colors in the contract. Red means stop, yellow, pause for a question or reassurance, green means you’re good. If you want to change it later, we can. Ready?”
She eyed his lap with a cute dip of her brows. “No, but I’ll do it anyway.”
“That’s our girl.” She flipped Trevor a startled look at his words then stiffened when he reached around in front of her and unsnapped her jeans. As he lowered the zipper, he could tell from her audible indrawn breath, she hadn’t expected them to mete out her punishment on her bare butt.
With a shove, he lowered the jeans and her panties to mid-thigh before handing her over to Troy. They intended to catch her off guard a lot during the time she would be under their control. He’d always suspected there was more to his favorite bartender than her flirty, independent nature. Neither he nor Troy had been blind to the interest she couldn’t hide whenever they were in the bar. Since she wasn’t a regular player, they’d both steered clear of any personal involvement, but that hadn’t been easy for him. Trevor’s attraction to the feisty redhead began upon first meeting her, and had increased each time he saw her. Troy, he suspected, also found himself drawn to Paige, but less inclined to either admit it or act upon it. Whatever they ended up planning to do with her during their allotted eight hours should prove interesting and enlightening for all three of them.
Right now, he enjoyed the hell out of watching his brother ease her down over his lap until her hands clutched his leg for balance. With a brush of his hand up her back, he left the t-shirt bunched around her shoulders and neck, her unfettered, pert breasts free to dangle and her surprisingly plump ass propped up. His own hands itched to be the one caressing those soft globes as Troy cupped one white buttock, but standing by as voyeur came with its own rewards. Like being able to read the expressions crossing her face in rapid succession. Surprise replaced irritation as soon as his brother touched her, followed by a glaze of arousal in her pewter eyes when Troy took his time exploring her malleable flesh with one palm while keeping his left hand pressed between her shoulder blades.
Yeah, they made an enticing scene to watch, and introduced a whole slew of future scenes to consider after tonight.
Chapter 7
Only sheer stubbornness kept Paige from saying red when Trevor pulled her jeans down. Her natural inclination to protest this indignity with ‘no way, no how’, fell to the wayside the minute her mons pressed against Troy’s muscled thigh and she looked up to see raw lust and rich approval etched on Trevor’s face. Then Troy palmed her butt cheek, his calloused palm brushing against her bare skin, setting off sparks of pleasure that commanded her attention. She’d yearned for their attention for months, and now had it in spades.
Few of her lovers had ever bothered with ass play, so she’d never imagined that part of her anatomy could be so erogenous. But the more he explored her buttocks, squeezing then caressing, the hotter she became. A curl of arousal took up residence between her legs, softening her pussy, dampening her slit until embarrassment forced her to tighten her thighs.
Closing her eyes, Paige tuned out the voices from the ongoing auction and shoved aside fretting over whether anyone else’s eyes were on her. The tantalizing caresses eased her into relaxing then prodded her to wiggle her butt and loosen her thighs in a teasing hint to do more, to touch her where she ached.
“I think she’s ready.”
The amused inflection in Trevor’s voice snagged her attention one second before his words sank in. Before she could register the full meaning of that comment, Troy halted the soothing, arousing strokes of his hand and delivered a sharp swat to rival the one Damien issued on the stage.
Her head reared up in startled astonishment at the abrupt switch from coaxing pleasure to blistering pain. Before she could say anything, he swatted her again, adding an identical throbbing burn on her other cheek.
“Take a deep breath, Paige, and lie still. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she glared up at Trevor as Troy peppered her buttocks with an array of slaps that robbed her of breath. “Easy… ow!… for you to say,” she gasped, her mind consumed with the fiery heat spreading across her entire backside and the deep throbbing encompassing her abused skin and spreading to her pussy.
“You should’ve heeded our warnings, and remembered I mentioned consequences if you continued with your harebrained scheme to interfere in my investigation,” Troy admonished without slowing the rapid volley of spanks.
It was hard to think straight, to pay attention to what either man said, but she managed to stick up for herself with a quick rebuttal. “I don’t take
orders from anyone… holy shit!” Crap but those last two hurt! “Damn it, I’m not one of your little groupies, willing to let you walk all over me.” Desperate to deny her body’s heated response and the pleasure inching its way past her resistance to this degradation, she tried to wriggle away from his descending hand, but Trevor reached out and clamped his hands over the tops of her thighs. Between Troy’s imprisoning hand braced between her shoulders and Trevor’s tight told, they left her no choice but to endure and accept her surprising reaction or say red and pay the hefty price tag of ending this now.
Then Trevor’s face swam into view in front of her as he squatted down and winked. “Be a good girl and we’ll reward you.”
“Says who?” Troy asked, pausing to trail his fingernails over her buttocks.
Paige’s response to the prickling scrape across her sore skin turned out to be another eye-opening revelation. Tingles of pleasure erupted along her abused flesh, overriding the pulsating waves of discomfort. “Oh,” she breathed in astonishment.
This time it was Troy who chuckled, but before she could enjoy the sound, he whacked her sore butt three more times and her penchant for uttering nonsensical words slipped out. “Asshattery douchnozzle!”
Trevor’s smile split his craggy face. “God, you’re a delight.” He glanced up and nodded. She braced herself for another painful smack, but instead, two pairs of hands roamed freely over her aching flesh, igniting a firestorm of sensation throughout her entire body she couldn’t control.
Her breath whooshed out of her lungs as the pain entwined with unbelievable pleasure to the point she couldn’t differentiate between the two sensibilities. An embarrassing whimper spilled from her mouth, the heat covering her butt spreading to fill her pussy with damp warmth.
Fingers teased the inside of her thighs, enticing her to open them wider. Other fingers glided down her crack in a stupefying exploration of receptive nerve endings she’d never imagined could be so titillating. Paige’s gasp lodged in her throat when the hand on her inner thighs inched up and fingers stroked up the seam of her vagina. “More,” she demanded, her tone laced with need as she lifted her hips.