Page 110 of Twisted Play

He absolutely would.

I bit my lip, and Tristan rewarded my acquiescence with a second finger inside me. Oh, fuck, that felt good.

“Yes, please,” I moaned, losing myself in the pleasure.

Tristan’s dark chuckle pulled me back to the present.

“Belt, asshole,” Cole snarled.

Tristan pulled his fingers out of me with a wet squelch, and a moment later, leather snapped through the air. I stiffened, as though I stood a chance of protecting myself from the cruel pain.

“Just two, sweetheart,” Cole murmured. “One because I can, because you are so fucking gorgeous laid out there for me like a present to unwrap, and another because next time I fucking tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Can you count for me?”

He wanted me toparticipatein this travesty?

I shook my head, and he just hummed.Thwap!I shrieked as the belt hit my warmed skin, agony slicing deepinside me. Then the pain morphed into transcendent pleasure, and I whined as I ground my clit against the bed, seeking release.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured. “Just one more.”

The pain of the second crack of the belt jolted a sob out of me, only for fingers to slip through my folds again, drawing me higher and higher, rather than allowing me to sink into the pain.

Cole and Tristan released my ankles then yanked down my panties. One of them settled between my legs. “Fuck yes,” Tristan said, his five o’clock shadow scraping the sensitive skin of the insides of my thighs.

And then, I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but accept the endless pleasure as he ate me out like I was his last meal. Fingers dug into the stripes the belt left on my ass, making me scream as pain and pleasure intermingled.

Cold metal scraped up my back, along with thesnick, snickof scissors. “What the fuck? I need those!”

“We’re going shopping tomorrow,” Cole murmured.

“What am I going to wear to the—?” A hot tongue teasing at my entrance cut off my protest, licking in and out of me until I couldn’t hold on to a single fucking thought.

“Less arguing, more letting us play with our toy,” Cole purred before tugging my t-shirt off, then cutting through the straps of my bra and tugging that off too.

Oh my god. I was naked and tied up, Tristan’s arms wrapped around my hips, with Cole still stroking his hands over my ass. Tristan continued to lick at me, sending sparks of pleasure through me, an inferno of desire I loved and hated in equal measure.

“Flip her over,” Cole ordered.

Tristan pulled away, and I followed him with my hips, to his laughing amusement. He smacked my ass once then swore softly. “I could watch that all day.”

“We could take turns spanking her all night, just to watch that luscious ass jiggle and turn red.”

“No, please,” I whined as they maneuvered me to lie on my back, their strong arms lifting and turning me, not once hesitating or shaking with weakness. When was the last time a partner made me feel so fucking safe in their arms? Never.

The burn on my ass ached as I pressed into the blanket, but it felt good, like every tiny agony was only adding to the impatient pressure building inside me.

Tristan gently pushed my thighs apart and knelt between them. He stared at my pussy, wet and swollen and needy, wonder in his eyes. “Get out of your head, kitten.”

Cole slapped the inside of my thigh. “The only thing you should be thinking about is how to please us.”

I tugged on my wrists. “Hard to do when I’m tied up.”

Tristan lapped at my slit, then looked up. “Naw. This gorgeous cunt, all pink and pretty, open and soaked for us, pleases me immensely.”

Cole leaned over to lie beside me, idly playing with my breasts. He traced his fingers over my sides and up my curves.

“I love that these spill out of my hands,” he said, leaning in to worry my nipple with his teeth. The sharp sting set off a shower of sparks from his mouth straight to my clit, where Tristan was teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

Cole kneaded my breasts, alternating between sucking and pinching them, his hands squeezing the flesh in a way that made me want to hide my face in embarrassment. Other men had found my large breasts embarrassing,something to hide, but these men—he sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and then sucking it until I cried out from the hurt. “Please!”