enjoyed the games associated with BDSM, he didn’t take the roles as seriously as Ned. Justin liked issuing dirty demands, tying a woman up, taking her to the limit and beyond, but there was a difference between being dominant and being a Dominant.
For Ned, the need to be in charge ran much deeper. It wasn’t role-playing for him. It was who he was.
“Careful, Bella-love,” Ned warned. “We’re indulging fantasies. Mine is that you’ll be my submissive. That you’ll do everything I ask. Without question or comment.”
Bella’s brow creased, but her pussy muscles contracted strongly around Justin’s fingers at the thought. Oh yeah, she was more than willing to bend to their commands.
Justin realized as she shook her head that she was about to deny what she wanted. Her body betrayed her next words as an outright lie. “I didn’t agree to that.”
Ned smiled, his cocky expression unconcerned. He looked at Justin. “Her words say no, but I suspect her pussy is telling you the truth. Does she want it?”
Justin nodded. “Badly.”
Ned tugged her head back slightly and again, Bella’s body responded as more moisture flowed. “You’re ours, Bella.”
She struggled to argue, but Justin added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy as he ran his thumb over her clit. In the back of his mind, he tried to tell himself to slow down. Then Bella trembled when he thrust them deeper. She lifted her hips to meet him, to add even more power to the thrusts. “God, yes.”
“You can’t deny you love this,” Justin murmured. “Your pussy is burning my fingers, clamping down with every warning Ned issues. You want this, Bells. Admit it.”
Justin didn’t relax his motions, pushing her higher as Ned continued to hold her head still with tight fingers in her hair. Then Ned used his free hand to cup one of her breasts.
Bella tried to fight their hold, to resist their unrelenting demands. Justin could see it in the pained expression on her face. She was waging an inner battle—trying to maintain that good-girl façade, trying to hold on to that ideal that told her women didn’t let men fondle them to orgasm in public, that succumbing to their commands would make her weak.
None of it was true, but a lifetime of ingrained beliefs was difficult to break. Bella was giving it a valiant effort, but in the end, primal, basic desires beat out years of suppressing what she really wanted.
Ned squeezed her breast, building the pressure as Justin stroked her clit faster.
“Come,” Ned whispered.
She splintered in their arms, her climax causing her to jerk roughly. However, she managed to retain a slight grip on her control, remaining almost silent—except for one harsh exhalation of breath.
Justin resented that quietness. He wanted her cries, her screams.
Soon.
The next time she came, he’d make damn sure Bella released all the restraints. That she gave them everything.
Then they’d ask for more.
Chapter Six
“Should we move this party to somewhere more private?” Ned suggested.
Bella knew they were members of this club. And given the way they’d just brought her to climax in a room full of people, she’d guess their experiences in this realm were vast.
Which made the fact they wanted her even more incredible, heady, exciting. Ned and Justin had come here tonight to seduce and share her. That idea terrified and thrilled her at the same time. While she’d never considered herself the type to submit to anyone, she was finding it incredibly difficult to resist.
Suddenly she understood that odd need she’d felt to kneel before Ned. Something about him right now made her want to obey, to give herself to him completely. To put herself in their very capable hands and claim every bit of pleasure she could ring from this night.
“Where should we go?” she asked.
“I’ve reserved a private room for us here in the club.”
Justin’s response confirmed her suspicions that everything happening
For Ned, the need to be in charge ran much deeper. It wasn’t role-playing for him. It was who he was.
“Careful, Bella-love,” Ned warned. “We’re indulging fantasies. Mine is that you’ll be my submissive. That you’ll do everything I ask. Without question or comment.”
Bella’s brow creased, but her pussy muscles contracted strongly around Justin’s fingers at the thought. Oh yeah, she was more than willing to bend to their commands.
Justin realized as she shook her head that she was about to deny what she wanted. Her body betrayed her next words as an outright lie. “I didn’t agree to that.”
Ned smiled, his cocky expression unconcerned. He looked at Justin. “Her words say no, but I suspect her pussy is telling you the truth. Does she want it?”
Justin nodded. “Badly.”
Ned tugged her head back slightly and again, Bella’s body responded as more moisture flowed. “You’re ours, Bella.”
She struggled to argue, but Justin added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy as he ran his thumb over her clit. In the back of his mind, he tried to tell himself to slow down. Then Bella trembled when he thrust them deeper. She lifted her hips to meet him, to add even more power to the thrusts. “God, yes.”
“You can’t deny you love this,” Justin murmured. “Your pussy is burning my fingers, clamping down with every warning Ned issues. You want this, Bells. Admit it.”
Justin didn’t relax his motions, pushing her higher as Ned continued to hold her head still with tight fingers in her hair. Then Ned used his free hand to cup one of her breasts.
Bella tried to fight their hold, to resist their unrelenting demands. Justin could see it in the pained expression on her face. She was waging an inner battle—trying to maintain that good-girl façade, trying to hold on to that ideal that told her women didn’t let men fondle them to orgasm in public, that succumbing to their commands would make her weak.
None of it was true, but a lifetime of ingrained beliefs was difficult to break. Bella was giving it a valiant effort, but in the end, primal, basic desires beat out years of suppressing what she really wanted.
Ned squeezed her breast, building the pressure as Justin stroked her clit faster.
“Come,” Ned whispered.
She splintered in their arms, her climax causing her to jerk roughly. However, she managed to retain a slight grip on her control, remaining almost silent—except for one harsh exhalation of breath.
Justin resented that quietness. He wanted her cries, her screams.
Soon.
The next time she came, he’d make damn sure Bella released all the restraints. That she gave them everything.
Then they’d ask for more.
Chapter Six
“Should we move this party to somewhere more private?” Ned suggested.
Bella knew they were members of this club. And given the way they’d just brought her to climax in a room full of people, she’d guess their experiences in this realm were vast.
Which made the fact they wanted her even more incredible, heady, exciting. Ned and Justin had come here tonight to seduce and share her. That idea terrified and thrilled her at the same time. While she’d never considered herself the type to submit to anyone, she was finding it incredibly difficult to resist.
Suddenly she understood that odd need she’d felt to kneel before Ned. Something about him right now made her want to obey, to give herself to him completely. To put herself in their very capable hands and claim every bit of pleasure she could ring from this night.
“Where should we go?” she asked.
“I’ve reserved a private room for us here in the club.”
Justin’s response confirmed her suspicions that everything happening
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