Sinful Pleasures by Ashley Shay Page A

at the seam, leaving her pussy and ass readily accessible.
    Too bad there was no one around to take advantage of it, Jude thought.
    She ran her hands across her breasts, drawing in her breath as her fingers skimmed over the sensitive nubs of her nipples.
    She felt positively energized, not to mention horny as hell and playful.
    Time for the toy room, she decided, padding brazenly into the room dressed only in the sexy one-piece outfit.
    She found that simply walking around in the silky fabric made her feel empowered. Why hadn’t she tried this before? There was a certain delicious eroticism about dressing in seductive clothes and fantasizing about which toy might feel the most like a lover’s tool. Not that she thought for one minute any of the toys could compare to either of the men.
    Standing in front of the wall displaying the toys, Jude wondered what item she should select. Which personal pleasure device would suit her needs the best, and what would she be brave enough to try on her own?
    A flicker on the security screen caught her eye, and Jude froze in shock. Oh, my God, Dallas and Morgan had just come through the door. Did she forget to lock it? There was no way out of the room to get back to her clothes without them seeing her.
    Shit!
    “Jude?”
    She didn’t answer. Like that would help her, she thought, but she didn’t know what to say. She could hear their boots coming up the steps. Panic washed over her like a teenager getting caught breaking into the liquor cabinet.
    “Fuck!”
Dallas
stood in the doorway looking her up and down. “Oh, baby, you take my breath away. Why didn’t you lock the door? Do you know how dangerous it is to be in here with the door unlocked? Especially with you dressed like that.”
    “Of course,” Jude managed to stammer. “I just needed some time alone, and I must have forgotten to lock the door.”
    “You don’t forget things like that, Jude,” Morgan said. He took a long, leisurely look at her before he spoke again. “Maybe a spanking will make you remember next time.”
    Jude swallowed hard, licking her dry lips. “I won’t forget again.”
    “You said you never played with the merchandise.”
Dallas
focused on her nipples peeking out through the black lace. “Did you lie to us, Jude?”
    Jude couldn’t find her voice this time, so she shook her head negatively, watching both men advance on her.
    “Answer me.”
Dallas
’s eyes glittered as he watched her face.
    “No. This is the first time.”
    Dallas
glanced at Morgan with a skeptical grin. “Do you believe her?”
    Morgan shrugged. “Doesn’t seem likely we’d catch her on the only day she ever played with the products. Especially with the door open so we could find her. Maybe she wanted to be caught. Is that it, Jude?”
    “Come on, guys.”
    Dallas
reached around her to pull the paddle down from the wall. “How long has it been since you’ve been spanked, Jude?”
    Jude looked into his eyes and nearly whimpered aloud. Why was she responding? This was her store, and she could do whatever the hell she pleased. Except, from somewhere down deep inside her, a little spark of excitement leapt to life at the threat of a spanking.
    “Give that to me.” She reached out to yank the ridiculous pink paddle out of his hand. He was fast. Her fingers came away with nothing except a few feathers that had been glued around the outer edge.
    Before she could think about her mistake,
Dallas
yanked her over to the desk. He placed her palms on the top of the table, so she had to bend over. Without giving her a chance to stand up, he gave her a hard smack with the paddle. Even with the padding covering the wood, her ass stung from the blow.
    He let her stay in that position long enough to feel the full effect of the burn. Then he rubbed her ass with his hand and leaned over her back until his mouth tickled her ear.
    “That’s for lying to us, Jude Wheeler.”
    She started to stand up, but a warning hand on her back kept