Mastered by Mavericks (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3)

“Thank you, Sir.” She felt his lips brush against the back of her neck.

“Sawyer, we weren’t going to move beyond the paddle tonight with her, but I’m thinking we should keep pushing her. Her responses are honest.” Reed kissed her ass. “Fuck, I’m hard as hell. What do you say, bro?”

“Absolutely. Our pet deserves the best night of her life.” Sawyer ran his fingers under her, touching her on her pussy, pressing on her clit, making her squirm like mad. “Let’s use the mini cat on her.”

“Perfect,” Reed said with excitement.

“Little one, this is going to sting more than the paddle. Any questions before we begin?”

“What is a mini cat, Sir?” she asked, feeling a new round of trembles roll through her like a shaken beehive.

“Have you heard of a cat of nine tails?”

She nodded. “It’s a kind of whip, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. The one we’re going to use on you first has six braided leather tails. Trust me, it’s going to take you on a nice ride.”

She did trust him. She trusted both of them utterly.

Reed returned with the wicked cat. “You have your safe word ready for us, baby?”

Apparently, her safe word was not only for her but also for them. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then let’s begin,” he said firmly.

The mini cat’s first landing on her flesh gave her a hot bite on her ass.

The burn spread out from her behind and through her body, settling deep within her pussy. Sawyer pressed her clit with his fingertips from one hand and pinched her nipples with his other fingers on his other hand. Combined with the leather nips Reed was delivering to her ass, her nipples and clit began to throb in unison, connected by an invisible line.

Even the sound of the cat added to her delicious dizzy state.

Whoosh-crack. Whoosh-crack.

Over and over.

She’d never felt more intoxicated, more alive. Lust swamped every cell in her body. Hunger squeezed at her center. Want surged through every vein, pulsing hot in her blood. Pressure rose inside her to a terrifying level she’d never thought possible. She writhed on the bench, trying to find any sliver of relief, but none came.

Reed and Sawyer are my Masters. No doubt remained inside her.

The cat’s strikes ended abruptly, replaced by gentle bites from Reed’s and Sawyer’s teeth and pinches from their fingers on her naked flesh. They were dining on her like she was their last meal. Being devoured by them sent her even higher and made her even hotter. The crushing need inside her multiplied again and again. Crazed beyond reason, she writhed under their joint assault.

“Our baby shouldn’t have pubes.” The meaning of Reed’s words wasn’t hard to miss. “Let’s shave her.”

“I’ll get the warm water and straight-edge razor,” Sawyer said eagerly.

“Going to flip you over now, pet.” Reed did just that with such ease. She’d never felt so light, so airy before in her whole life.

She looked up into his blue eyes flecked with gold and saw forever there.

“Are you nervous?” he asked as Sawyer came back to the bench loaded with a bucket, towels, and the sharpest, scariest razor she’d ever seen.

She nodded, chewing on her lower lip.

“That’s good. From now on, I want your pussy smooth and bare.” Reed cradled her chin, making her feel more adored than she had in her life. His eyes held hers completely. “After we shave you, baby, your pussy will be extremely sensitive so whenever we touch you, it will drive you crazy with want.”

“Do you trust us?” Sawyer’s green eyes had never looked so warm, so possessive, so hungry.

“Yes, Sir. I trust you both,” she answered honestly.