Page 79 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

Kai shakes his head. “Let’s give her a chance to obey.

” He pinches one of my nipples, and I bite my tongue to keep myself from yelping.

“Here are the rules. You can tell us if you don’t want to do something.

You can tell us to stop. Otherwise, all I want to hear from you are moans of pleasure. Got it, sweetheart?”

Every time his tone turns dominant, my pussy gushes. Every. Single. Time.

“Yes.”

I watch with wide eyes as Kai opens the bag and pulls out a butt plug. “Glass,” Kai smirks. “As promised.” He lubes it up and gives me a questioning look. “You okay?”

“Very.”

We hadn’t done anal, but a couple of times during sex, Kai and Maddox had stuck a finger in my ass. It had been the hottest, dirtiest thing my nineteen-year-old mind could imagine.

I’m twenty-nine now. I want more than a finger in my ass. I want their fat cocks thrusting into me, one in my pussy, one in my ass. I want to be filled completely by them.

Like I told them on Monday, I want everything.

“Good girl.” Kai’s approval settles like a warm blanket over my skin. “Remember, keep your voice down.”

I can hear the dim murmur of voices in the background. Kai’s neighbors are still in their backyard. My face heats at the idea of being overheard, and I squirm restlessly.

“Such a little exhibitionist,” Maddox accuses me, his eyes glittering with lust. “You’re turned on at the thought of them hearing you, aren’t you, Avery? But you’re going to obey us.”

“Yes,” I pant. “I’ll be quiet.”

Maddox leans forward, his hands on my thighs, holding them open. Kai trickles some lube on my anus, and pushes a finger into my tight hole, wriggling it around to loosen my muscles. Then he replaces his finger with the plug. “Push out,” he orders. “Don’t clench.”

I do as he says. I’m not nervous. There are a lot of things I’m afraid of, but this is not one of them. I know Kai and Maddox will never hurt me.

They could shatter your heart.

I push that sobering thought aside. Kai pushes the plug into me, slow and steady. Finally, with a pop, my tight ring yields and the buttplug is seated in place, my muscles closing around the neck.

“Good girl,” Kai says again. “How does it feel?”

“Heavy.” My pussy is swollen with desire. The weight of the plug makes me incredibly aware of its presence. “I think I love it.”

Kai’s fingers brush a strand of hair away from my face. “You’re being very good,” he says. “I think it’s time for a reward.”

“Pick a number between one and five,” Maddox says.

I remember Saturday. I picked three, and they’d edged me three excruciating times. “One,” I reply, thinking I’m being smarter this time.

Kai chuckles. “Just one orgasm tonight, Avery?”

He lowers his face onto my pussy, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over me, tapping the base of the plug at the same time. I inhale sharply as its weight shifts within me. “Please…” I whimper.

Maddox shifts forward and kisses me, his touch unexpectedly tender. Then his gaze turns wicked again, and he reaches for his beer bottle, grazing it over my nipple.

I arch my back, gasping as my nipple pebbles in response to the cold. “Maddox.”

“Yes, Avery?”

Oh God, what are they doing to me? Kai’s tongue dances over my folds, teasing my clit.

I clench my hands into fists, my head rolling to one side, my entire body flooding with pleasure.

Maddox rolls the cold glass over my nipples, and sucks my swollen nubs into his mouth, warming them up.

He alternates sensation, cold and hot, sweet and hard.

My breasts go heavy with desire, and I squirm and tremble under their onslaught.

Kai pushes a finger into me. “You’re dripping wet, Avery.” He taps at the plug again, while adding another finger. He sucks my clitoris between his lips, and I almost jump off the table. “Keep still.”

I try to obey, but it’s impossibly difficult. Kai licks me, his strokes long and steady, tapping at the base of the buttplug as he pulls pleasure out of me. Maddox feasts on my breasts, nibbling, nipping and pinching. My nipples throb, my thighs tremble. My muscles clench.

My climax rushes toward me. I struggle to hold it back. I have to ask for permission. “Please can I come?” I beg. “Please…” My voice trails off in a sigh as Kai’s tongue circles my clit.

Maddox’s brown eyes hold mine. “What’d you think, Kai? Should we let her come?”

Kai chuckles, the sound vibrating against my too-sensitive pussy. “She remembered to ask,” he says, lifting his head and looking at my face, damp with sweat, flushed with arousal. “That deserves a reward. Anytime you want, Avery.”

That’s all I need. Kai thrusts two fingers deep inside me, and that, combined with the weight of the plug and the steady thrum of his tongue against my clit is impossible to resist. My control snaps and I explode, writhing and flailing, pinpricks of color bursting behind my clenched eyelids.

I ride the storm, feeling the desperate, keening ache in my core, thrusting my hips into Kai’s mouth and rubbing against his lips, shameless in my need.

It goes on and on, my climax, one wave riding into the next. I try to flail away from the overwhelming sensation, but Kai’s grip on my hips tightens, and he holds me until the pleasure dies down to little shivery shocks.

“It’s a good thing I said one,” I murmur, drained. “I don’t think I can take another one.”

Maddox chuckles. “Those are fighting words. Trade places with me, Kai.”

Kai gets up. As I watch, he strips out of his clothes, quickly and efficiently. His cock is hard, erect. “I believe I was promised a birthday present.”

I lick my lips. “Yes.”

I don’t think I can come again, but Maddox proves me wrong. He starts licking me, sweet and slow, and I sigh in pleasure, moaning around Kai’s cock, wrapping my hand around the base and taking him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck,” Kai groans. “Happy birthday to me.” He laces his fingers in my hair, but lets me set the pace, while Maddox’s tongue lavishes my clitoris with achingly soft attention.

It doesn’t take long for my desire to flare up again, for the sparks to grow into an inferno.

Maddox starts to play with the plug. Unlike Kai, who just tapped the base with his fingertips, Maddox twists the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in. “Tomorrow,” he growls, “we’re going to fill your pussy and your ass, Avery.”

I moan into Kai’s cock, bobbing faster, sucking hard, loving his low groans of pleasure. I’m seconds from losing control again, and, from the way Kai’s hands grip my hair, so is he.

Then Kai comes deep in my throat. I swallow every drop, and over the pounding in my head, I hear Maddox’s voice, giving me permission to come. That’s all it takes. I come again, biting my lip so I don’t scream, thrashing on the coffee table, surrendering to the sweet, primal urge once again.

“I should go.”

I’ve removed the buttplug and cleaned myself up in Kai’s bathroom. It’s almost eight. It’s not late, but I have an early morning client, and a week’s worth of paperwork to get through before I leave for the club tomorrow.

“You can spend the night if you’d like.”

I shake my head. I can hear the note of hesitation in Kai’s voice, and it makes me want to cry.

I’m probably PMSing, but I need to leave before I start bawling.

My feelings are too complicated at the moment, and I need to be alone if I’m to have any hope of sorting them out. “I’ll just call an Uber.”

“We’ll ride with you,” Maddox says.

“You don’t need to do that,” I argue.

“I’m not asking, Avery,” he replies, his voice hard. “I’m telling.”

They kiss me in the cab, both of them, unmindful of the driver’s curious gaze in the rearview mirror. “You like that he’s watching, don’t you?” Maddox whispers in my ear. “Bad girl. I’m looking forward to punishing you tomorrow.”

“I’m looking forward to being punished,” I say meekly.

They walk me to my door and wait for me to get into my condo before leaving.

Once they’re gone, I sink onto my couch and stare into the distance.

I’ve barely thought about my mother all afternoon.

I haven’t worried even once that she hasn’t called me.

I haven’t even stressed about my stupid engagement ring, still being held by the police.

I’ve been so immersed in Kai and Maddox that the cares and concerns of my real life have melted away.

You’ve fallen in love with them.

That realization hits me like a bolt of lightning, and I groan out loud, burying my head in my hands. How the hell could I be so stupid? How the hell could I allow this to happen, and so quickly? It’s been less than seven days, damn it.

Ten years and seven days, a small voice reminds me.

Even so. What a dumb thing to do.

I get up to brush my teeth and change into my sleep t-shirt, and notice that my voicemail light is blinking.

It’s a message from the detective who interrogated me on Monday. Garrett Breyman.

Mr. Victor Lowell is claiming ownership of the ring, the message says.

He wants us to pursue charges against you.

Frankly, this is a domestic matter and a waste of my department’s time, but the pink diamond is valued at over half a million dollars, and Lowell’s pulling some strings.

Call me on Monday so we can discuss what to do next.