“I’m game,” she said, a warm flush flooding her cheeks. She felt sorry that Ashleigh was too pregnant to enjoy the rest of the proceedings, but having the undivided attention of two large, horny, dominant men was too tempting a prospect to pass up.
Chapter Sixteen: Un-Pented
Liam went to deliver Ash upstairs, leaving Rubio and Petra alone. He sprawled next to her in the bed. “You’re feeling brave, no?” he asked.
She immediately looked less brave, and he regretted his words. “Will be fun,” he promised. “Liam is safe. A good Dominant.”
“With a lot of pent-up frustrations, it sounds like.”
“But you know, when things come un-pented, it can be a mine-blowing experience.”
Petra made a face. “I don’t think un-pented is a word. And it’s mind-blowing, not mine-blowing. Mine-blowing makes me think of blasted-off limbs, which isn’t shoring up my confidence about what you guys have in mind—”
He kissed her to silence her, because she was nervous, and he didn’t want her to be nervous. He wasn’t nervous and he wasn’t jealous to share Petra. Well, maybe a little jealous, but it was Liam after all, who was deep in love with someone else. He and Liam had shared tons of women, back when his friend was single. Those women had been playthings. Even Ashleigh had been a plaything to Ruby, a novelty, since he didn’t really understand her then. But Petra...
“You’re sure about this?” he whispered against her cheek. “If you don’t like it, if you want to stop in the middle, you can safeword. That’s always a choice.”
“I know.”
“You trust Liam? He’s very careful. But I promise I’ll watch out for you too.”
She gave him a teasing smile. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Your idea of watching out for me is making sure my nipple clamps are tight enough not to fall off.”
“Well, is important,” he protested. “No one wants nipple clamps flying all over the play room.”
“No,” Petra agreed. “No one wants that.”
She excused herself to the bathroom and Ruby waited, wondering if Liam would stay upstairs with Ashleigh after all. It would be okay if he did. Ruby could still play with Petra, and they’d have fun and pleasure, and satisfy each other, but a third person gave more possibilities. And poor Liam, not able to play hard scenes with his wife…
A moment later, he heard Liam’s footsteps on the staircase. No, he wouldn’t be jealous, because if Ashleigh could share her partner, so could he.
Petra came out of the bathroom just as Liam reached the landing. The three of them looked at each other as if to say, what now?
“Come,” Ruby said to Petra, assuming control. “Come kneel by me.”
He put her halfway between him and Liam, her eyes right at the level of their hardening cocks. When she bowed her head, blushing, he tipped it back up again. “No looking down. Pay attention and be a good girl for us. Listen for directions. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, going all soft and spacey. He knew she loved it when he used his extra-bossy voice. Liam studied his pretty Petra, who knelt so still and gracefully. After a moment, he touched the top of her hair.
“She’s so much like Ash. Her body, I mean.”
“Well, they’re both ballet dancers,” said Ruby.
“This hair though. It’s as light as Ashleigh’s is dark.”
Ruby considered a moment. “She’s a lot like Ashleigh. Maybe Pet can take a little more pain. She likes to be tough.”
“That’s good to know,” Liam murmured, moving a hand down to her shoulder.
On purpose, they discussed her like she wasn’t there. Dominance was a fun game; there were so many ways to play it. Liam’s thumb traced along the delicate line of her clavicle. Ruby could see her shiver and tense her legs.
“I think she’s turned on,” Ruby said. He put a finger under her chin to capture her attention. “You want to be hurt, yes? To be used for our pleasure? You want that?”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.”
He flicked a nod at Liam. “And his, too.”
“And his,” she agreed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very pretty,” Liam said. “Well trained.”
Ruby rolled his eyes. “Not always. We’ll see how it goes. Up,” he said to Petra. When she got to her feet, he led her over to the bondage rack he and Liam had prepared earlier. They’d gotten cuffs for two women, but one could offer plenty of satisfaction.
“More room to spread out now,” said Liam. “We can spread her wide open.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Ruby said, positioning her so she faced the structure. “I’ll go get the bar.”
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Petra could barely breathe, she was so scared and excited. They were good at this double-teaming thing, that was for sure. Liam spread out her arms and fastened the cuffs in a detached, businesslike way that said, I can do what I want to you. Now Rubio was nudging her legs apart and fixing her ankles to a bar that would keep her spread open as long as the two men wanted it.
“Make sure they’re secure,” Liam said as Ruby tightened the last buckle. “We don’t want her to be able to get away.”
Oh God.
Two men. Two bodies, four hands, two monster-sized cocks. She’d already gotten an eyeful of those as she knelt before them. Eventually those cocks would grow fully hard, and then… She couldn’t think about that, how one woman managed with two cocks co
ming at her. Ashleigh had survived it, at some point. So could she.
But first there would be impact and pain. Petra braced for craziness as the two men conversed behind her, discussing various tools, who would use what, and when. She blocked out their voices because she preferred not to know. Better to drift along, wanting, waiting, receiving, suffering, processing the pain and the adrenaline as it came.
When Rubio returned to her, she leaned back into him, pressing against his warmth. He wove fingers into her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her deeply.
“Ready, girl?”
“I think so.”
“Close your eyes, okay? I want you to keep them closed.”
Oh God.
“Yes, Sir.”
Nothing was scarier than submitting with her eyes closed, which was probably why he made her do it. As soon as she complied, she expected an onslaught of pain, but first there was caressing, stroking, soothing. She was pretty sure Liam was on her left and Ruby on her right, but both their hands were all over her, so she couldn’t keep track of who was who. She didn’t know for sure who pinched her nipples, or who cupped and squeezed her ass. She’d think for sure it was Ruby, but then something would be off and she’d think, no… Someone’s fingers dipped into her pussy and it freaked her out that she didn’t know who it was. Whoever it was, they took their time exploring her sensitive center, parting her labia and teasing her deftly, making her gasp and tremble in her bonds.
“She’s wet,” said Liam with a low chuckle. Liam then. Another hand parted her ass cheeks and she flinched, drawing away as far as the cuffs would allow.
“No,” Ruby chided. “Be good. We own this body right now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Petra knew it was true, but that didn’t make the loss of control any easier. Her body was theirs, her breasts and her pussy and her ass cheeks and the little hole currently being probed by Ruby’s finger.