Page 18 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

“Hmm.” He doesn’t tell me how he’s going to punish me, or even if he is. I guess I’ll have to live with the suspense.

Brody’s in charge. A feeling of calm washes over me as that realization sinks in. No decisions to make. No hidden emotions to try to read. All I have to do is submit.

I’m still sitting in my chair. I feel like I should be kneeling or standing, but I stay where I am, waiting. If they want me to move, they’ll tell me.

“Set your drink on the table.”

My hand trembles as I follow the order. Adrian’s eyes follow me, taking in every quiver, but he says nothing.

I’m not scared, I want to assure him. Well, I am, a little bit, but it’s a good scared.

It’s an excited scared. Like the way you feel when the roller-coaster is climbing up the slope, and your skin crawls with fearful yet eager anticipation of the ride to come.

“Very good, Fiona,” Brody says approvingly. “Unbutton your shirt, please.”

“You can’t make too much noise,” Adrian adds with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Jerry and Stuart are downstairs.”

“Yes, Mr. Lockhart.”

I undo one button at a time, slowly, methodically. Both men’s eyes are on me, their gazes hungry. Their erections are clearly visible under their trousers, and the sizes of the bulges are both impressive and intimidating. Especially when I think about both of them in me at the same time.

When all the buttons are undone, I start to slip out of the shirt, but Brody’s voice, sharp as a whip, stops me. “Did I ask you to take off your shirt, Fiona?” he asks me, his voice deepening, his tone stern.

“No, Mr. Payne.”

“Do you need a spanking to remind you to follow instructions, Ms. Clarke?”

Oh God. I nearly groan at the idea of a spanking. Of being dragged over Brody’s lap, panties around my ankles, and being punished for my disobedience. “Yes please,” I say hopefully.

Both Brody and Adrian chuckle. “If you want a spanking, Fiona,” Brody says, the corners of his lips turning up, “you’ll have to be very good.”

“Yes, Mr. Payne.”

“Stand up.”

I do as he tells me.

It’s a large office, but there’s not much room between the chair and the coffee table. Adrian’s only an arms-length away. If I stumble sideways, I’ll fall into his lap. My pussy clenches at the thought. How could I have forgotten how much I craved this? All day, I’ve been waiting for this moment.

Brody moves toward me, predator seeking prey. Never in the history of the animal planet has the prey been more willing, more ready, and he knows it. He stops in the open space between the desk and the seating area. “Come here,” he says, crooking two fingers at me.

For a split-second, I hesitate. The drapes are open, and it’s still daylight outside. I don’t think I can be seen from the street, but I’m not sure.

The essence of submission is surrendering control.

I need to trust them. “Yes, Mr. Payne,” I whisper, moving to the spot he’s indicated.

“Good girl.” Adrian’s voice is approving. “The windows are tinted,” he adds. “No one can see inside.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.” The explanation reassures me as much as his decision to offer it. I appreciate Adrian’s awareness of my discomfort.

Brody moves behind me, his hands sliding up the curve of my ass to the small of my back. He undoes the button at my waistband and pulls the zipper down slowly. I inhale deeply, and the garment falls to the floor in a swish of fabric. “Step out of it.”

Suppressing my urge to lean back against his broad chest, I step forward, lifting one leg out of the skirt and then another. “Pick it up, Fiona.”

I bend at my waist and reach for the discarded skirt on the floor, and Brody runs his palms over the globes of my ass. I brace myself for a spank, but one doesn’t come. With slight disappointment, I straighten, and Brody kicks my legs open. “Wider,” he orders. “Hands behind your back.”

The volley of orders takes me by surprise.

I widen my stance and lace my fingers together behind my back.

My lace-covered breasts thrust out, my nipples pebbled with need.

Brody turns me so I’m facing Adrian, and the other man smiles with warm appreciation as his eyes run over my half-naked, half-undressed body.

“Do you like this?” Brody whispers. He wraps his arms around me, and his fingers play with my breasts.

He pulls my shirt down my shoulders, and I unlace my fingers so that Brody can tug it free.

He tosses it carelessly on the chair I was sitting in.

The bra follows, and then he returns his attention to my breasts, kneading them with his big hands.

I throw my head back, gasping with pleasure at the rough caress. This. This is what I’ve missed. Brody’s touch isn’t gentle or sweet. He’s claiming me. Owning me.

“You’re going to walk over to Adrian,” he growls into my ear. “You’re going to sit on his lap, your legs spread wide. And you’re going to make yourself come.”

My insides quiver with excitement as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “But first,” he says, “I’m going to give you that spanking you’ve earned.”

My heart starts to race.

“Fiona?” Brody prompts, his eyes on my face. “Is everything okay?”

You’re having fun, I remind myself. You can do this.

“Yes, Mr. Payne.”