bed.”
Audrey backed up, her gaze never leaving Jackson’s. When the backs of her thighs touched the mattress, she sat.
“Tie her to the posts.” Jackson pressed her back against the mattress, positioning her in the center of the bed. He held her wrists while Luke tied her to the posts on the headboard. Then he held her thighs while Mark tied her ankles to the footboard posts. As he waited for Mark to finish, Jackson’s fingers traced the inside length of her legs to where her pussy glistened, his groin tightening the closer he glided to the center.
Once her arms and legs were tied, Audrey lay spread-eagle on the mattress, wearing only the mask, nothing else. Every glorious inch of her was exposed for the men to see.
Audrey’s eyes widened. “You aren’t going to leave me here, are you?”
“Couldn’t even conceive of leaving you.” Jackson crawled up onto the end of the bed, slipping between her thighs. “I haven’t had my fill.”
“And if I have?” she challenged.
“All you have to do is say the word,” Jackson shot back at her. With his breath lodged in his chest, he hoped beyond hope she didn’t call it quits now. He’d held back, refusing to come until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
“I guess I could stay a little longer.” She tugged against the ropes around her wrists. “But this isn’t fair. What if I want to touch?”
“Who’s the master?”
Her pout deepened. “You are, damn it.”
“That wasn’t very nicely said.” Jackson extended his hand. “Mark, the whip.”
Mark handed him the whip. “Don’t hurt her.” He glared at his brother, his lips pressing into a stern line. “This could get out of hand really fast.”
“I know what I’m doing. Either shut up or leave.”
Mark’s mouth tightened, but he stayed, crossing his arms over his chest, taking up a position on one side of the bed.
Luke stood on the other side, his arms also crossed, both men looking like bouncers at the Ugly Stick Saloon.
Jackson fought to keep from laughing out loud, forcing his brows together for a stern look. “The lady needs punishing.”
“I do?”
“Yes.” He slapped the riding crop into his open palm, testing the impact. He had no intention of hurting her, but he knew she liked a little pain with her sex. With the crop balanced in his fingers, he ran it along the smooth skin of her calf and up the length of her outer thigh. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said in flagrant defiance of his earlier chastisement. Her tongue swept across her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the whip in his hand, her expression hungry, not scared.
Mark laughed. “She wants him to use the whip.”
Jackson popped her thigh with the tip of the crop. He trailed the end of the whip up over her flat belly to the swell of her breasts, circling each of her nipples one at a time. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said, her voice more breathy, labored.
He tapped the crop sharply across her right nipple.
Audrey’s eyes squeezed shut, her nipples beading into tight little buttons.
Mark and Luke both stepped forward, fists clenched.
Jackson held up a hand to stop them.
“Please,” Audrey said. “Do it again.” She opened eyes clouded with lust. “I’ve been so very bad.”
Jackson heaved a sigh at the same time as his brothers. Everything with Audrey was a new experience, a path uncharted. He dragged the whip across her breasts, nipple to nipple, and down to her bellybutton.
Her head lifted, her gaze following the crop. “Please, Master. Please.”
“Please what?” Jackson asked, the crop circling her bellybutton.
“Lower. Oh God, lower.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Mark leaped forward and grabbed for the whip. “Let me.”
Jackson held tight and growled, “Back off.”
For a moment the two glared at each other, then Mark stepped back, letting go of the riding crop.
Jackson looked up at Audrey. “Who do you want to guide the
Audrey backed up, her gaze never leaving Jackson’s. When the backs of her thighs touched the mattress, she sat.
“Tie her to the posts.” Jackson pressed her back against the mattress, positioning her in the center of the bed. He held her wrists while Luke tied her to the posts on the headboard. Then he held her thighs while Mark tied her ankles to the footboard posts. As he waited for Mark to finish, Jackson’s fingers traced the inside length of her legs to where her pussy glistened, his groin tightening the closer he glided to the center.
Once her arms and legs were tied, Audrey lay spread-eagle on the mattress, wearing only the mask, nothing else. Every glorious inch of her was exposed for the men to see.
Audrey’s eyes widened. “You aren’t going to leave me here, are you?”
“Couldn’t even conceive of leaving you.” Jackson crawled up onto the end of the bed, slipping between her thighs. “I haven’t had my fill.”
“And if I have?” she challenged.
“All you have to do is say the word,” Jackson shot back at her. With his breath lodged in his chest, he hoped beyond hope she didn’t call it quits now. He’d held back, refusing to come until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
“I guess I could stay a little longer.” She tugged against the ropes around her wrists. “But this isn’t fair. What if I want to touch?”
“Who’s the master?”
Her pout deepened. “You are, damn it.”
“That wasn’t very nicely said.” Jackson extended his hand. “Mark, the whip.”
Mark handed him the whip. “Don’t hurt her.” He glared at his brother, his lips pressing into a stern line. “This could get out of hand really fast.”
“I know what I’m doing. Either shut up or leave.”
Mark’s mouth tightened, but he stayed, crossing his arms over his chest, taking up a position on one side of the bed.
Luke stood on the other side, his arms also crossed, both men looking like bouncers at the Ugly Stick Saloon.
Jackson fought to keep from laughing out loud, forcing his brows together for a stern look. “The lady needs punishing.”
“I do?”
“Yes.” He slapped the riding crop into his open palm, testing the impact. He had no intention of hurting her, but he knew she liked a little pain with her sex. With the crop balanced in his fingers, he ran it along the smooth skin of her calf and up the length of her outer thigh. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said in flagrant defiance of his earlier chastisement. Her tongue swept across her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the whip in his hand, her expression hungry, not scared.
Mark laughed. “She wants him to use the whip.”
Jackson popped her thigh with the tip of the crop. He trailed the end of the whip up over her flat belly to the swell of her breasts, circling each of her nipples one at a time. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said, her voice more breathy, labored.
He tapped the crop sharply across her right nipple.
Audrey’s eyes squeezed shut, her nipples beading into tight little buttons.
Mark and Luke both stepped forward, fists clenched.
Jackson held up a hand to stop them.
“Please,” Audrey said. “Do it again.” She opened eyes clouded with lust. “I’ve been so very bad.”
Jackson heaved a sigh at the same time as his brothers. Everything with Audrey was a new experience, a path uncharted. He dragged the whip across her breasts, nipple to nipple, and down to her bellybutton.
Her head lifted, her gaze following the crop. “Please, Master. Please.”
“Please what?” Jackson asked, the crop circling her bellybutton.
“Lower. Oh God, lower.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Mark leaped forward and grabbed for the whip. “Let me.”
Jackson held tight and growled, “Back off.”
For a moment the two glared at each other, then Mark stepped back, letting go of the riding crop.
Jackson looked up at Audrey. “Who do you want to guide the
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