Page 3 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Reagan

I went to my knees fast enough I knew they’d bruise from hitting the floor too hard. I sat back on my heels and looked up. The three of them looked like giant sequoia trees standing over me, creating a protective shield with their bodies which kept me away from prying eyes that weren’t their own.

“Eyes down, angel.” M’s voice was dark and deep, a promise of the man behind it. “Unless you want to start out the night over my knee.”

I tucked my chin and locked my gaze on his shoes. Boots. Rough ones, like they’d seen more than a little work. I’d heard the number the cowboys bid for me. If I wasn’t so overwhelmed by the sheer force of the three men over me, I would’ve been freaking out about the money.

They weren’t dressed in perfectly tailored suits like the other men in the club. They were in jeans and flannels with their sleeves rolled up. They looked good, better than any of the other men if you asked me, but they didn’t look like the type to visit Club Devil. Then again, neither did I.

I’d been reminded of that more than once while staring at the flat abs of more than one of the women who were bid on before me.

I’d been terrified no one would bid on me and I’d have to crawl out of the club like the loser I was.

Instead…I was on my knees, waiting for three very gorgeous cowboys to take me away and tie me up.

I was going to kill Harley. Or thank her. I wasn’t sure which.

“Welcome to the club, gentlemen.” Another man had joined them.

I felt his eyes on me for just a moment before he moved on.

“I wasn’t sure you’d stick around but I’m glad you did.

Your prize looks as if she needs a special touch for the night.

Master Vic is a trusted dom but he’s not for a fresh treat like the one you have here. ”

I wanted to scowl at the man. I wasn’t a fresh treat. I was a grown ass woman who just so happened to have a best friend who got herself into something she couldn’t handle. Also, Master Vic? No way was I calling any of the men around me Master. I’d bite my own tongue off before I did.

T’s hand stroked over my head like he was petting a kitten. Soft, reassuring, almost comforting. “We appreciate you extending the invitation through the guys. Tonight would’ve been a whole lot less interesting if we’d just stayed home.”

They continued to speak over me but I lost myself in the feeling of T’s hand.

I’d been so comforted by the way he stroked my hair I hadn’t realized he was tangling it around his fingers until he gripped it tight and tugged my head back.

I let out a sharp gasp at the sensation and found him staring down at me with a hungry look on his face.

He was so damn handsome I missed what he was saying for a moment.

“I asked if you were thirsty, kitten.” He squatted next to me and ran his fingers down the front of my throat.

“I could get you a little bowl to lap out of. I think I’d like the sight of that.

That beautiful ass swaying for me as you happily curled that tongue around whatever cream I gave you… You do like cream, don’t you, kitten?”

With him at my level I could see more of the club. I could see another man standing beside the three cowboys, watching me with razor sharp eyes. I was one of the most covered women in the club but I suddenly felt naked. “I…”

T tutted at me. “Don’t be a naughty kitten. You answer me when I ask you something. What do you think, M? Do you think our naughty kitten deserves a punishment?”

I couldn’t help myself. “You shouldn’t punish kittens.”

M smiled and clapped the outsider on the shoulder. “Seems we’re going to have our hands full.”

“The stage is open. I know I would love a demonstration of your work, Seeing as how you’re new here. And you’ve got the perfect pet to work on.”

I really didn’t like the other man. I scowled at him, forgetting where I was. At least I managed to keep my mouth shut. It was too late, though. He’d seen it and, worse, M had seen it.

“I think that sounds appropriate. What do you think T? W?” M glanced at his brothers, at least I was assuming they had to be his brothers, and a silent conversation happened between the three of them. When M’s lips curved into a dark smirk, I was afraid I wouldn’t like their conversation.

“Any chance you’ve got a spare spanking horse prepped and ready?” T stood up and released my hair with one last pat to the top of my head. “I think this kitten could use a little breaking in.”

W sighed as he bent low and stroked my cheek. “I thought I was going to get my snack but you’ve managed to earn the ire of the twins. If you’re good for them, maybe I’ll get to devour your sweet pussy for a while before we show you what nine thick inches feel like.”

My face flared as he pressed his hand between my thighs and raised an eyebrow.

The silent command was clear; spread my legs.

I did as he wanted and he cupped my sex tight, the lace panties doing nothing to keep me from feeling the burning heat of his hand.

I’d been with a few men in my life and none of them managed to find my clit as fast as W.

He tugged my panties to the side with one finger and stroked his middle finger over my clit like he’d been given a detailed map and had studied it. Hard.

His mouth lifted in a smile at the way my lips popped open. “You’re soaked for us already. Such a good girl. Do something for me. Reach down and stroke yourself. Get two of your fingers nice and coated for me.”

I bit my lip hard but I found myself wanting to do what he said.

I also hoped that if I pleased them, they’d forget about the public punishment.

My fingers bumped into his as I followed his command and I shuddered at the feeling.

When I brought my hand up, I was ashamed to see just how wet my fingers were. They glistened in the dim lighting.

W stroked my clit while pulling my hand closer and holding my gaze as he sucked my fingers into his mouth.

I’d never seen a man look as starved as he did in that moment.

His eyes burned as he let my fingers pop free and he quickly pulled his other hand away from me, making me whimper.

He stood up and turned away but I heard the words he growled at M. “Tastes like fucking heaven.”

T pulled me to my feet and reached down to straighten my panties, which involved a lot more touching than it probably needed to. He pressed into my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Look up there.”

Oh, god. On the stage, dead center, was a contraption that looked like it belonged in a contractor’s shed. It looked like a workhorse with extra pieces along the sides. Padded in thick leather, it was matte black with straps spaced out, as if… Oh, hell.

I took a step back, fear gripping me. They wanted to strap me into that thing? In front of everyone in the club? Were they fucking nuts? I knew better than to ask that but my gaze must’ve given it away.

M stepped in front of me and held my gaze as he gently and methodically pulled my straps back into place. “Be glad we’re going to put you over it fully covered.”

My feet felt magnetized to the floor as they walked me to the stage.

I thought my humiliation on stage had ended once they’d won me but apparently not.

I could hear a murmur of curiosity from the crowd as M gripped my upper arm and helped me up the steps.

My breathing was too fast as we stopped at the side of the contraption.

“I’m going to give you a choice, angel. You can be put over it either way, depending on what direction you want your ass pointed.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Away from the room. Please. Sir.”

His wicked smile made me feel like I’d chosen wrong.

“You want to watch the crowd, huh? Okay.”