Dominated (The Enforcers 2)

The saddle indention meant to cradle a person’s stomach was leather, thick and soft. There were metal hoops at the bottoms of the front and back legs of the apparatus, and she puzzled over what they could be used for.

Manuel was extremely solicitous of her as he helped her to her feet and unfastened the bonds around her wrists. He held her a moment until he was certain she was steady, but his arm remained around her, stroking, caressing, only heightening her pleasure. For men as rough and dominant as Manuel and Drake, they were exceedingly gentle with her, treating her like spun glass that would break if handled too harshly. It puzzled her because these were men who took unapologetically, who didn’t ask. They simply possessed.

He cupped one full breast with one palm, rubbing his thumb over her nipple until she was nearly gasping at the exquisite sensation. But then he slid his other hand down her abdomen, lower, and plunged his fingers into her sensitive folds, stroking and petting her feminine flesh.

He circled her clit, rolling it between his fingers, careful not to exert too much pressure and hurt her. Then he slid his middle finger downward and plunged inside her opening, caressing the walls of her vagina.

She went up on tiptoe, her face a wreath of tortured pleasure. She was already so close to orgasm and he’d barely touched her! He slid deeper, pressing carefully against her G-spot, and she nearly came right then. Her legs trembled, her knees shook and buckled and if he hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed.

“Easy, little one,” he said. “We have the entire night ahead of us. No need to rush, is there?”

He pulled both hands away and she groaned in dismay. He laughed softly and then guided her toward the spanking stool Drake had positioned in the middle of the living room. Where on earth did he keep this anyway? She’d never seen it. What else did he have hidden in his vast apartment that she didn’t know about?

Drake’s eyes were smoldering as his gaze raked over her naked body and Manuel’s hands resting possessively on it. Approval, lust and desire were reflected in those dark orbs and it gave her a heady thrill. She felt confident. Sexy. Desirable even.

Her eyes met his and she smiled a mysterious sultry smile that promised the world, and it was a message he didn’t miss.

He nodded to Manuel and then she found herself positioned belly down over the luxurious leather cutout of the bench. Manuel spread her legs while Drake took her arms and spread them. They tied her ankles and wrists to the mysterious loops she’d wondered about. Now she realized their purpose and her pulse accelerated with excitement because she was utterly helpless to take whatever they chose to do to her.

She couldn’t wait.

Manuel rubbed lightly over her ass, petting and caressing, spreading the cheeks, allowing cooler air to blow over the now-exposed intimate areas.

“I want that pussy first,” he purred. “Then I’m going to fuck that sweet ass. And while I’m fucking you—and, Evangeline? I’m going to fuck you hard—you’re going to suck Drake’s dick. You don’t get to come until you get us both off. If you disobey my command, I’ll forget all about my decision not to mark your beautiful skin and I’ll make it so you can’t sit for a week.”

She sagged, her muscles turning to jelly. She closed her eyes at the provocative image and swallowed hard. She didn’t want mercy. She wanted it all. Hard. Rough. She wanted the edgy pain that transformed to the most exquisite pleasure.

She stirred restlessly, soft sighs escaping her lips, impatient for them to begin.

A hand delved into her hair and at first she wasn’t sure if it was Drake’s or Manuel’s but no, it was Manuel, pulling almost painfully so that she faced an enormous, very erect penis jutting toward her lips.

Drake.

She moaned softly and licked her lips in anticipation.

Drake’s answering groan drowned hers out. “You’re killing me, Angel.”

“Open,” Manuel ordered, his voice cracking like a whip.

All signs of the gentle, tender lover had disappeared, leaving in its place a fierce, dominant male, bristling with authority.

Obediently she parted her lips and Drake surged inside, filling her with his familiar taste. She licked, swirling her tongue around the head, along the length as he pushed deeper. Her cheeks puffed out to accommodate him and the hand in her hair tightened.

“That’s it,” Manuel rumbled. “Take it. Swallow him whole. Just as you’re about to do me.”

Again, there was no warning, no preamble or workup. He entered her in one brutal thrust and she emitted a cry around Drake’s girth. God, it hurt. The delicious, decadent kind that no woman alive minded. She was impossibly stretched, not yet fully prepared for his entry, which made it all the more tight.