Page 60 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

I obey, stroking faster as my need claws deep.

My skin tingles and my toes curl. Watching them watch me, my arousal flares sharper, brighter.

Heat builds. My thighs tense, straining against my bindings, and my breath comes in short gasps.

Every muscle clenches as I strain toward my peak. I’m almost there…

Kai’s hand grips my wrist. “Stop.”

“No,” I wail, as he stops me just in time. I hump the air a couple of times, but it’s futile. I need friction to push me over the edge. “Please…” I beg.

“No.” Maddox’s chocolate brown eyes flash with dark emotion. “In this room, I own your orgasms. Each and every one of them. Do you understand, Avery?”

Stop. The word dangles at the tip of my tongue, but I hold it back. If I safeword, I can stroke myself, and I can come.

But I can touch myself anytime. I came to Club M for Maddox and Kai.

I exhale slowly, a tear leaking out of the corner of my eye. “I understand, Sir.”

Kai’s finger traces the tear track. “Should we stop?” he asks, his concern evident. “Am I pushing you too hard?”

Warmth fills my body at his worry. “No. I don’t know why my emotions have bubbled to the surface. I’m fine. I promise.”

Kai lets go of my wrist. “Put your hands back on your knees.”

I take a deep, shuddering breath and obey. My nipples are hard bullets under my corset. My pussy feels heavy, swollen. I’m so turned on that if they so much as breathe on my clit, I’m going to come.

Kai moves aside. Maddox’s brown eyes rest on me. “You looked up BDSM on the Internet?” he asks me.

I nod.

“Verbal answers, please.” His tone is light. Pleasant. Exactly the same voice he used when he told Caleb to go the hell away.

“Yes, Sir.”

He gives me a half-smile. “Other dominants might be big on form and protocol,” he says. “Not me. You can call me Sir if you’d like, if it’s easier for you to maintain boundaries that way. Or you can call me Maddox. I don’t care.”

I nod.

His voice cracks like a whip. “What I do care about,” he says, “Is that when I give you an order, you obey it. Verbal answers, Avery.”

Shit. Stupid, rookie mistake. “Yes, Maddox.”

“When you looked up BDSM, what scared you?”

“Blood.” I swallow hard. “Canes breaking skin. Needles.”

According to Fiona Clarke, Kai had given a fireplay demo here in the club, not too long ago. Am I too tame for them? Too boring?

Maddox’s expression gives nothing away. “What did you want to try?”

Oh God. I can’t be expected to tell them that, can I? It’s far too embarrassing. Then I look at the implacable expression on Maddox’s face and realize that yes, if I want this to continue, I’m definitely going to have to answer his question.

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from here at this point.

I can’t look at either of them. I lower my eyelashes, focusing on the dark-grained wooden floor. “I was turned on by the idea of being spanked,” I whisper.

“What else?”

I hesitate again. “Avery,” Kai says, a note of understanding in his voice. “If you don’t tell us what turns you on, how will we know?”

Damn it. That’s so reasonable. I’m a therapist. I know how important open, honest communication is.

And how difficult.

I clench my hands into fists. “I want to be tied down,” I murmur, my cheeks flaming. “And forced to suck your cock. All the way down my throat. Even if I cry or gag, I want you to keep going.”

Maddox is silent for a very long time. Long enough that I start to worry that I’ve freaked him out. Are my fantasies too extreme? Is he judging me?

“Fuck,” he says at last. He draws in a deep breath, and as he does, I see his very obvious erection pressing up against his trousers.

Their cocks are a privilege I need to earn.

“Do you like being on display? Like Nadya outside?”

I swallow hard. “The idea turns me on,” I confess. “But I think I’d prefer that to stay a fantasy.”

Maddox trails his fingertips on my inside thighs. “Good girl,” he says. “Do you want to come tonight, Avery?”

“Very much,” I respond instantly.

A smile ghosts over his face. “And you will,” he says. “Eventually.” His fingers are at my straps, unbuckling them. “Stand up.”

My muscles are stiff. I sway a little as I stand, and Maddox’s arm immediately circles my waist, holding me up. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “The high heels were an impulse purchase,” I say ruefully. “They look great, but they’re murder on my feet.”

His answering smile is warm. “They do look great,” he agrees. “Stay here for a second. Lean against the bench if you need.”

I wait. The two men confer quietly among themselves, their voices too low for me to catch their words. After a couple of minutes of quiet conversation, they turn back to me.

“Come.” Maddox extends his hand to me. I lace my fingers in his and let him lead me to the medical kink chair from hell.

I must look nervous because he squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Anytime you want this to stop,” he says. “It does. Okay?”

“What are you going to do?” There’s a distinct quaver in my voice.

“I’m going to start by taking off your corset.” He moves behind me. His fingertips brush against my back, and he moves my ponytail out of place before undoing the tightly laced garment. “It’s very sexy, but I much rather see you naked.”

As it falls away, Kai’s eyes rake my body, and he growls in his throat. “So beautiful. Come here, Avery.”

I take shaking footsteps toward Kai. He reaches out, and his big hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. I whimper as he squeezes the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them as he tugs. “Too hard?”

The pain melts into pleasure, and I want more. I need more. “No,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”

He bends his head and sucks a hot, swollen nipple into his mouth. Red-hot pleasure flashes through me. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Please.”

I think I could come like this. Just from the feel of his mouth on me, the way his teeth nip my tender flesh, the way his hand cups my ass, pulling me close to him. I throw my head back, clenching my eyes shut, my nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

Maddox chuckles, coming up behind me and disengaging me from Kai. “That’s quite enough of that,” he says. “Come on. Up on the chair with you.”

He picks me up as if I weigh next to nothing—I don’t—and sets me on the chair, positioning my calves on the leg rests. He pushes a lever on the side, and the back drops.

I’m lying on my back, my legs spread wide and in the air.

I’m still wearing my skirt, but underneath, my pussy is bare.

My breasts are exposed, my nipples engorged.

“I’m not going to tie you down,” Maddox says to me as Kai moves between my legs, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Put your hands behind your head, Avery. Don’t move them. ”

I start to nod and then remember I need to acknowledge their instructions verbally. “Yes, Maddox.”

“Good girl.” He brushes a kiss over my forehead. I go still. Ten years ago, Maddox and Kai were generous with their affection, kissing me openly and often. The brief gesture from Maddox causes my heart to clench painfully.

Stay in the moment, Avery. You can analyze this later.

Maddox pulls back from me, his expression unreadable. He moves away for a second and returns with the flogger. I inhale sharply as he trails the tails over my breasts. “How does it feel?”

“It tickles.”

He laughs and flicks his wrist. The tails fall on me, and I mewl anxiously, but my pussy clenches.

“Did that hurt?” Maddox asks conversationally.

I think about it. The sting is fading. I’m hot everywhere, restless and squirmy and needy.

Lying back like this, my hands tucked behind my head because Maddox told me to, my legs spread wide, lewd, on display, just because it pleases them…

Arousal gnaws inside, twisting as if it were alive, seeking out pleasure, aching for more.

“No.”

I’m so caught up by the flogger that I barely notice Kai. Until his fingers trace a slow, languid path up my slit. “So wet,” he says, as Maddox draws his wrist back for another stroke.

The flogger lands on my breasts again, sharp and tight and hot. I shudder as a tremor runs through me, my body reacting to the pleasurable sting. More. I want more.

“Tell me why you’re wet, Avery.” Kai slowly pushes a finger inside me. His fingers are maddeningly slow, and I groan, small waves of lust curling around my body.

I meet his gaze. He’s angry with me, they both are. They have every right to be. Among other things, I came here to apologize. To explain everything to them. I’m not nineteen anymore. It’s time for me to own up to my mistakes.

But this chemistry. This crazy, insane, explosive, combustible chemistry. It leaves no room for thought in my mind. No room for anything else other than twisted, clenched desire.

I cannot pretend I’m not attracted to them. They’re not blind. And I don’t want to pretend. “I’m wet for you,” I say boldly.

Kai’s eyes turn dark. “Pick a number between one and five,” he says, his fingers twisting inside me to find my g-spot.

I can’t think. “Three.”

Maddox chuckles. “Roughly halfway,” he says. “That’s safe.”

Kai grins. “No problem, Avery. I’ll be happy to edge you three times.”

“No,” I wail. I can’t. My need is a caged animal, clawing at my skin, desperate to break free. My skin is damp with sweat. As the flogger swings down on me, I thrust my chest toward it, welcoming the heat on my skin.

“You can.” Kai plants a wet, open mouth kiss on my pussy. His fingers thrust into me as his tongue circles my clitoris, soft and sure and steady.

Three times, as promised, he gets me right to the edge before backing off. I beg and curse, whimper and moan, but I don’t do the one thing that will end this beautiful, glorious torture. I don’t stay ‘stop.’

The flogging gets harder. The strokes are falling more swiftly now, harder, my body rising to meet each one in feverish need.

Maddox’s hands caress my breasts between strokes. He sucks my swollen nipples into his mouth, soothing them gently before grazing his teeth against the sensitive nubs.

The intensity grows, like a symphony reaching its crescendo. Desire has me firmly in its grasp. Tightening, clawing, twisting need overtakes my body.

Then Maddox snaps the flogger on my nipples in one searing stroke. Kai sucks my clit between his lips, and I can’t hold back. I arch off the chair, my long-denied orgasm hurtling through me like a herd of wild horses. I convulse around Kai’s fingers, sweet, shattering release claiming me.

They carry me over to the couch; I barely notice. Kai wraps a blanket around me—where did that come from?—while Maddox opens a cabinet and returns with a bottle of Gatorade in his hands. “Drink,” he says.

I lean against Kai’s chest and slowly sip the cold beverage. My throat is tight, and tears fill my eyes and start rolling down my cheeks. Kai’s arm around me tightens. “I’ve got you, Avery,” he says. “Let it out.”

If only that were true.

I can’t stop crying. Maddox sits next to me. He slips the shoes from hell off my feet, and massages my aching soles, soft and gentle. Kai strokes my back, his body radiating comfort.

I could have had this.

The tears roll down my cheeks unchecked. They should have whipped me hard. They should have made me hate the pain. But they did something worse. They made it addictively good.

And it’s a one-time thing.

“You okay, Avery?” Kai’s voice is gentle. This is aftercare, I realize. It’s part of being a responsible dominant. Once my roiling emotions have settled, they’re going to look at me with hate. Or worse, indifference.

There’s a thin strand of hope left. They’re angry about Victor, about the way I left them abruptly without explaining why. But if I tell them the truth, about my father’s loans to the mob, about how I had no other choice, maybe they’ll be able to understand.

I take a shaky breath. “I’m fine.” I force a smile on my face and wipe away my tears on the back of my hand. “I just need to be alone for a few minutes. I’ll meet you out there?”

They get to their feet. Neither of them looks at me, and my throat closes up. Now that the aftercare is done, they’re acting like they want nothing to do with me.

My hope fizzles and fades. When I’m alone, I sob out loud. I did my duty to my parents, and I paid a steep price.