Page 175 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

I take tiny, mincing steps. I feel the weight of the plug inside me, shifting around as I walk.

It’s impossible to ignore the sensation.

It’s so unexpectedly hot. I’m soaking wet by the time I get back to Hunter and Eric.

I’m afraid to look down—I’m half-expecting my juices to be dripping down my thighs.

I hand Eric his drink. “Thank you, Dixie,” he says. He takes a sip of the wine and sets the glass down on the sideboard. “What should we do with her next, Hunter?”

Hunter’s expression is hungry. Predatory. “I know exactly what I want to do.”

Eric picks me up and sets me down on the table. I squeal—I wasn’t expecting it. Hunter yanks my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. “I’m hungry,” he growls. “In fact, I think I’m starving.”

His mouth collides with my pussy.

Oh. My. God.

His tongue… oh God, his tongue. He swipes through my folds, lapping my juices. I whimper and part my legs, wanting more. He seems to read my unspoken desires, because he slides two fingers into my pussy, twisting them around and jostling the plug inside my ass.

Eric takes hold of my wrist and wraps a leather cuff over it. Desire shocks up my spine. He’s tying me up. He’s tying me to the table, spread wide open, as if I’m the centerpiece at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’s spreading me open for his friend.

I almost come right there.

Hunter’s beard tickles my inner thighs. He licks me, lavishing my clit with attention.

His fingers twist and curl inside me, homing in on my g-spot and pressing down on it.

I squirm and wriggle as pleasure assaults me.

The plug, his mouth, the sensation of the fur-lined cuffs on my wrists and ankles…

Heat bursts through me; fire blazes in my core.

I’m alight with desire. It’s all too much.

“Can I come?” I gasp. “Please, I need to?—”

Hunter pulls away. I’m about to sob out loud when I see him rolling a condom on his cock. Thank the universe, he’s finally done teasing me.

Eric grabs some strings of rope. He ties one end to my cuff and the other to the leg of the table. He walks around, his expression blazing with heat, tying me in place. I can’t move. I can’t wriggle away. I’m trapped and I love it.

Hunter impales me with his cock.

The air leaves my lungs. I’m faint with pleasure.

I want to reach for him, and I can’t. With each thrust, his cock rubs the wall between my pussy and my anal passage, and the glass plug jostles and shifts.

His fingers find my clit as he pounds me.

His eyes are hot and demanding, and I can’t look away from him. I can’t bite back my moans any longer.

Eric’s still moving—what is he doing? I want to take him in my mouth, but he’s not within reach. Then I feel his lips at my nipples. Sucking one and then the other into his mouth, nipping them with his teeth, painting sensation all over the engorged nubs…

He slides a clamp over my nipple and tightens it, trapping the heat and the sting and the ache. “Too much?”

I can’t form sentences. I shake my head wordlessly.

He repeats the process with my other nipple, and then he runs his thumbs over my clamped buds.

Just then, Hunter presses down on my clit and thrusts deep with a low growl, and the dam bursts.

I can’t hold back, not any longer. I throw my head back and scream my pleasure into the night.

Hunter empties himself into me with a groan, and I shatter into a million pieces.

I take off the plug and wash up, and we’re back at it again in less than thirty minutes. I’m still ready to try the medium-sized plug, and so I tell them that. This time, Eric spears me, and he plays with the plug, moving it in rhythm to his thrusts.

Hunter removes the clamps and that’s more sensation, though this time, it’s not as fun, at least, not until he wraps his lips around my nipples and soothes the sting.

Then they position me back on the table, this time with the blindfold on. One of them teases me by running a feather all over my body, while the other comes in my mouth. I think it’s Eric, but I’m not a hundred-percent sure, and that adds a whole new layer of wickedness to what I’m doing.

It’s after two in the morning when we’re finally done. I’m so tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. Hunter surveys me through bleary eyes. “There’s a bed,” he says. “Want to crash here?”

Oh, that sounds lovely. I have to push back the temptation. I can’t do this. I have to leave. Eric and Hunter are making my fantasies come true, but they’re also inspiring new, more dangerous fantasies. Fantasies like them sticking around. Fantasies like them needing me for more than sex.

Fantasies that I cannot let myself want.

I shift my weight from one leg to the other. “Is it okay if we head back?” I mutter, my eyes avoiding his. “I have a lot to do tomorrow and I want to get an early start.”

He’s quiet for a moment; they both are. Then Eric gets his feet and grabs his pants. “Of course, Dixie. Give me a moment to get dressed, and I’ll drive you home.”