Page 55 of Double Down

“Whatever I want,” he says. “First, we need to do something about your attitude.” Surrounded by the two of them, I feel like my world has shrunk to just this room. This moment.

One hand trails down along my torso, raising goosebumps in the air conditioned room, and when his hands go to my waist I feel the breath leave my lungs in anticipation of what’s coming.

But he stops. “What do you think, Con?”

Con nods. “Yeah. Her attitude definitely needs an adjustment.”

Mav wraps an arm around my waist, pulling my back to his front. His lips press against the side of my throat while one hand cups my breast and the other spreads me, his middle finger tapping my clit.

I watch Con watching us until my eyes slide shut, and I let myself feel everything Mav is giving.

“You were a good girl today,” he growls in my ear. “I saw you swallow his cock like a thirsty little slut. Made me harder than I thought possible, watching you take everything he gave you.”

A thread of pleasure shivers through me.

“Was she as good as she looked?” he asks Con.

“Mostly. She made noise twice and sank her little claws into my thighs. So three punishments from me—then she can be rewarded.”

Mav pinches my nipple hard, then bites the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Okay, so you were a bad girl. You also asked me if I got their numbers. You acted like you doubted my intention. That’s one punishment from me.” His fingers slide farther between my thighs; he circles my entrance. “What are we going to do with you, Firebird?”

A quip is on my tongue, but he thrusts his fingers inside and the sound melts into a moan.

“I think we should give her the gift first,” Con says.

Mav pulls a small black box with a silver ribbon out from his pocket. When he places it into my hand, my fingers clench almost on their own to keep it from slipping to the ground.

I pull the ribbon; it slips free. Mav palms it, tucking it in his pocket.

Inside is a pink…thing.

U-shaped, one end rounded and bulbous, the other flat with a silver panel.

“What is it?” I ask, lifting the soft silicone.

“Bend over the desk for your first punishment, and I’ll tell you.” Con smiles and steps aside.

Spanking is more Atticus’s thing, so I don’t know what to expect. Both Con and Mav like control, but pain isn’t how they usually play.

“Brace yourself,” Mav warns as I bend over the desk. Heat flashes up my neck; cool air kisses my wet skin.

“Don’t let her come,” Con adds. “That’s what you said, right?”

Someone moves behind me, and I brace for an impact that doesn’t come. Instead, someone kneels. Breath ghosts over my most sensitive skin; large, fever-hot hands cup my ass.

“Mav, what are you?—”

My words dissolve into a moan as the point of his tongue circles my clit, teases, then slides to my entrance and farther back to my puckered ass.

I gasp as goosebumps ripple across my skin again. Electricity surges through my veins as pleasure starts building immediately. “Oh, God.”

“I think she likes it,” Con laughs.

Mav doesn’t answer. He keeps teasing my back door with his mouth, and then the toy nudges inside my pussy. He pulls it out and pushes it back—small, not stretching or hurting, butheavy, giving me a sense of fullness.

My eyelids flutter as Mav keeps tasting me and slides the toy deeper. When it’s as far as it will go, he twists, setting the thinner arm of the pink toy flush against my clit.