Enraptured by Shoshanna Evers Page A

pussy.
    “I’m so wet.” Jessica said in surprise. How confusing, to be aroused by something painful. The spanking had been a little overwhelming, probably because there were two super-hot Doms watching her every move. She had felt their gazes burning into her skin as intensely as she felt Mistress Lauren’s hard hand.
    Or maybe it was just Roman’s eyes she felt. When Lauren had suggested she let Roman spank her, Jessica wanted it. Needed it. But her motormouth kept her from letting it happen. Sure, she’d been afraid, but she never should have let her one chance at making her naughty dream come true pass her by.
    It had happened mere moments ago, but she could already forget the heat of the spanking and wonder why she’d let it stop so soon after all.
    Jessica wiped her fingers discreetly on her bikini bottom and looked up to see Roman staring at her with . . . lust. Oh my God.
    His cock was hard. She could see the thick ridge of it pushing against his jeans.
    “I think we all enjoyed your spanking,” Roman said, and she turned her head. He’d caught her looking at his erection. But, he’d just watched her touch her wet pussy, so perhaps they were even.
    “Thank you, Mistress Lauren, for a very good first experience,” Jessica said. “And thank you, Marc, for allowing her to do that with me.”
    Roman raised his eyebrows, and she felt the urge to drop to her knees in front of him. She knew they all thought she was so innocent, but she was new to the world of kink, not men. If he’d let her, she’d love to help him out with his very fat, hard cock.
    “You’re licking your lips,” Roman said. “What’s on your mind?”
    “Nothing, sir.” Jessica smiled. “Oh, thank you, sir, for hosting us.”
    “You’re welcome. I’d love to have you over again sometime soon. I think you’d enjoy learning more about what you’re capable of under the experienced hands of Mistress Lauren, don’t you?”
    Did she? Yes. Definitely. “Okay.”
    “Say, yes, sir.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Roman smiled at her. “Come tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow works for me,” Lauren said, and Marc nodded, rubbing his shaved head, his muscled biceps bulging.
    “I . . . I can’t. I have to work.” Damn. It would be nice not be broke for once. The luxurious gourmet kitchen around her gleamed, in stark contrast to the microwave and mini-fridge in her own nonexistent kitchen.
    “Work? You mean at WhipperSnapper?” Marc asked, and waved his hand, as if to say it didn’t matter.
    “I need the paycheck,” she muttered.
    Was it just her, or did some sort of secret look pass between the two men? Mentioning her lack of money probably just set their “gold-digger” radar off. Not what she’d intended at all, especially after Marc’s comment in the car.
    “I want my Lauren to be happy,” Marc said. “And you, sweetheart, have made her very happy today.”
    “I’m sorry, sir, I want Mistress Lauren to be happy too—but I can’t afford to not go to work.”
    “How much do you need?” he asked.
    “What?” Was Marc Wilde actually asking her what her living expenses were? How personal. Then again, he was asking her to take off work so his fiancée could dominate her, and that was pretty personal too. In a good way.
    “Whatever you make in a month, I’ll pay it,” Marc said. “Then you won’t have to worry about your bills.”
    Her first instinct was to go for it. But . . . “I wish I could, I really do. But if I take off work for a month, they’ll replace me.”
    Marc shrugged and looked at Lauren. “Okay, we’ll consider this your engagement present, honey.” To Jessica, he said, “How about if I cover the rest of the year? Surely you can find another job that suits you in the new year.”
    Holy moly. “That’s like fifteen grand,” she said.
    She thought he’d laugh and tell her to forget it, but instead he looked relieved.
    “Oh that’s not bad!” he laughed. “I’m getting off easy. Fifteen grand it