Page 174 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

Be logical, Dix. I don’t need the vibrator—their cocks are far more enticing. I don’t need to be tied down—they’re both strong enough to hold me in place if that’s what I want. They don’t even need to do that—if they just order me to stay still, I’ll obey.

“Dixie,” Hunter growls. “Pick.”

I hand him the package that I think holds the anal plugs. I start to reach for my blindfold so I can check, and Eric’s voice stops me. “What are you doing?” he asks almost pleasantly. “Were you given permission to remove the blindfold?”

Oh dear. I’m in trouble. “No,” I whisper. “Sorry.”

I feel Eric circling me. “How does this dress come off?”

“Just lift it over my head.” I lift up my arms to make it easier, and he yanks it over me, stripping me down to my underwear, baring me to Hunter’s hungry eyes.

They both audibly suck in breaths. “God, you’re beautiful,” Hunter growls.

“That is a very sexy bra,” Eric agrees, his voice a little hoarse. “Unfortunately, it has to go.” His fingers work the clasp, and he frees my breasts.

Last week, Eric had been the voyeur. This week, Hunter and Eric seem to have switched roles. Eric is undressing me while Hunter watches. I’m blindfolded. I can’t see the expression in his eyes. I can only imagine his reaction, and somehow, that’s even hotter.

“Should I take off my panties too?” My voice is breathy and aroused.

“Not yet.” Eric’s fingers trail a pathway down my spine, from the back of my neck to the small of my back. “Keep them on for now.”

He moves his hands to my waist, and he sits down on the couch, pulling me down with him. I’m seated on his lap, my thighs on the outsides of his, my back pressed against his chest.

I’m on display. Eric is displaying me to Hunter.

A shiver runs through me as Eric spreads my legs open. His fingers caress the sides of my breasts. His voice is a hot whisper in my ear. “I’m so fucking hard,” he growls. “Put your hands behind your back, Dixie. Feel what you do to me.”

I run my fingers over Eric’s thick erection, feeling his hard length through the fabric. Licking my lips, I rub his shaft, trying to encircle it with my fingers, and failing. “Your clothes are in the way.”

“I can fix that.” He leans me forward, undoes his belt, and frees his cock. I stroke his hard length, fisting my hand up and down his velvet coated steel shaft. I can’t see at all, and it heightens my other senses.

Then Hunter’s lips crash into mine.

He kisses me as if he’s burning up with passion, as if he can’t get enough of me. This isn’t a controlled kiss. This is savage and wild and primal. I moan and open my mouth, and his tongue slides inside, exploring, plundering, taking…

“He couldn’t watch you any longer,” Eric whispers in my ear. “He couldn’t stay away. That’s what you do to us, Dixie. You strip us of control. We’re going out of our minds with lust. Because of you.”

Hunter squeezes my breasts, still kissing me.

Eric’s hands are on my inner thighs, his fingers less than an inch away from my pussy.

I whimper into Hunter’s mouth and wriggle on Eric’s lap.

They left me hanging last night, needy and aroused, and I can’t take it any longer.

I want him to touch my clit. I need him to make me come.

Hunter pulls away. I bite back my whimper of protest. I can’t see what he’s doing—the blindfold is very effective—and all I can do is wait.

Something soft and warm caresses my nipples.

It takes me a second to place it. It’s not Hunter’s fingers. It’s the flogger. Oh God, it’s the flogger, and he’s going to use it on my breasts.

The tails of the flogger glide over my aching nipples, over my sensitive, swollen breasts.

Goosebumps rise on my skin in their wake.

“You should have a safe word,” Hunter says, his voice quiet in the darkness.

“Most people start out by using the traffic light system. Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to keep going.”

A safe word. This is all too real. This should be the part where I whip the blindfold off my face and run away.

I stay exactly where I am, on Eric’s lap, my fingers wrapped around his thick cock. “I’m green.”

“This is not a heavy-duty flogger,” he assures me. “This will only hurt a little, and the pain should dissipate almost immediately.”

Nerves war with anticipation. I wet my lips. “Okay.”

He slicks the flogger over my breasts.

A thousand pinpricks of pain explode on my skin. But the pain fades instantly, almost before I have time to notice, and it's replaced by warmth and heightened sensation. Oh, that is nice.

“Do you like that?” Hunter asks.

“Very much.”

Eric chuckles softly. He’s gone back to holding my wrists hostage. That reminds me—I’m neglecting my task. I move my hand again, stroking his cock, steady and insistent, loving the way it feels in my grip. Smooth and rock-hard, warm, and throbbing, and intensely male.

Hunter snaps the flogger over my breasts again. “You were very bad yesterday, Dixie,” he says, his voice almost meditative. “You touched yourself without permission, you forget to do your homework, and then you lied about it. I think you’ll get three strokes of the flogger as punishment.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I want you to count them out for me,” he says. “Of course, the strokes so far don’t count.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re right. What a pity.” He doesn't sound the slightest bit sympathetic. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before you lie to us. Remember, count them out.”

He slaps my breasts again with the flogger. This time, one of the tips catches my engorged nipple, and I bite back my yelp. “Too much?” Hunter asks.

Oh God, I can feel it so keenly. My nipple is throbbing in a way that makes my toes curl and my insides clench. I shake my head. “One.”

Eric slides his hand under my panties and finds my clit with unerring precision. “You're being such a good girl,” he breathes into my ear. “You’re taking your punishment without complaint.” His teeth nip my earlobe. “Good girls get rewarded.” His fingers circle my clit. “Good girls get to come.”

The flogger cracks across my breasts again, just as Eric presses down on my tender nub. “Two,” I shout. Both my nipples are stinging now. I am so aware of them. They feel so sensitive. They ache in such a good way.

“Poor Dixie.” Hunter sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, soothing the sting. “That’s enough punishment for now. We’ll do the last stroke later. The night is young, and we have so much to do.”

His talented tongue swirls over my peaks, one after the other. Eric rolls my clit between his fingers, once, twice, a third time. Then, as if some unspoken signal passes between the two of them, both of them pull away.

Less than a minute, and I would have come. This is so unfair.

“Stand up,” Hunter tells me.

I’m so shaky I’m not sure my legs will hold me up. I get to my feet. Eric stands up too, pressing his cock into my ass.

They lead me across the room. I still have the blindfold on, and I can't see where I'm going.

This reminds me of the trust exercises that well-meaning HR people make you do at retreats.

Close your eyes and let yourself fall. We never did that at my last workplace—nobody was under any illusions about their coworkers.

My fellow lawyers would have happily stabbed me in the back if it helped them get ahead.

Eric finally removes my blindfold. I blink, my eyes getting accustomed to the sudden light. I’m standing next to the dining table, and Hunter is holding up a round anal plug. “These are fun,” he says, anticipation coating his voice.

“Fun, you say.” It’s going to happen. They’re going to stick that plug in my ass.

“Mmm. This plug is made of glass. It’s heavy. You’re not going to forget you have it in you.”

“I doubt that'll be much of a problem,” I retort.

He chuckles, and so does Eric. “Bend over the table, Dixie,” he invites.

He doesn’t wait for me to obey. He pushes me down.

My aching nipples are crushed into the wooden surface, and I welcome the accompanying jolt of pain.

Eric gently kicks my legs wide open, and a fresh surge of anticipation grips me.

Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is actually happening.

Hunter pushes my panties down to my knees and trickles lube between my cheeks, the way I’d fantasized about last night. It’s cold, and I wriggle a little, and a hand at the small of my back pushes me down again. “Stay still,” Eric says, sounding stern. “This will be easier if you relax. Push out.”

Relax, he says. I grit my teeth and do my best to obey.

Hunter slicks a liberal amount of lube into my tight hole, and then the plug follows.

He pushes it slowly and steadily. It doesn’t so much hurt as it just feels weird.

I stand up on tiptoe and bite my lip. Eric strokes the small of my back, his touch warm and reassuring.

My muscles stretch to accommodate the widest part, and then, with a pop, it’s seated in place.

“Perfect.” Eric sounds hoarse again. “Stand up. What do you think?”

I straighten and take an experimental step. “It’s less uncomfortable than I thought it would be.” I’m feeling quite proud of myself. “Was that the small? I think I’ll be able to handle the medium.”

“Will you?” Hunter grins wickedly. “Do me a favor, will you?” He nods in the direction of the coffee table. “Eric seems to have left his wine glass in the other room. Can you get it for him?”

“Umm…”

“I will be very disappointed if the plug falls out,” he adds. “Oh, and Dixie, your panties aren’t allowed to touch the ground either. If they fall to the floor, I’ll have to punish you.”

More strokes from the flogger? Another full-body shudder runs through me. I turn in the direction of the living room. The panties are clenched between my knees. My ass is clenched—I don’t want the plug to slide out.