side. “Keep your knees the same, but put your hands on the floor and lean down until your forehead rests against the rug with your hands stretched out in front of you.”
Stephanie inched forward. She sort of crawled her fingers against the soft rug. Deep breaths.
Dane set a hand on her back. “That’s far enough. Now lean your head down.”
OhGodohGodohGod. Her heart pounded. She positioned her face so her forehead touched the floor. All she was aware of was her ass in the air, higher than her body, and the fact that her skirt rode up too high.
No one touched her. No one said a word. Both men circled her. She trembled. She couldn’t stop shaking as though she were cold.
What she wanted more than anything in the world was for someone to please touch her.
“Good.” Aiden finally spoke, his voice barely audible. “Perfect. You’re a natural.”
“Yes,” Dane added. “Always make sure your nipples touch the ground when in this position. You should feel vulnerable and exposed with your ass in the air and open like that, but also you should be aware of your tits grazing the carpet, pebbling them to stiff peaks. Are your nipples hard, Steph?”
Fuck. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t pull her lips apart. Was she even breathing? Yes, she was heaving through her nose.
“Stephanie, you have to answer us immediately when we ask you a question.” Aiden kneeled down beside her and laid a palm on her back. The heat of his hand reached through her blouse and burned its imprint on her shoulder blade. “Are you still okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered. “And, yes…Sir.”
“Stop us if it gets to be too much.” Aiden stood once more.
Silence. Dane walked away. Aiden paced around her. She couldn’t see much because the pile of the rug was high and plush.
A few moments later, Dane returned. She heard the clank of glass and decided he must have brought drinks and set them on the end table.
“Come back to the kneel position, Steph,” Dane said.
She did as he said, dragging herself back onto her knees. Every synapse was firing inside her. Her skin felt super sensitive. The slightest touch, even of the soft rug, brought awareness to every inch of her body. Even the tips of her fingers tingled as she brought them back behind her.
“How do you feel?” Aiden sat down in front of her on the couch. The sound of the leather settling under him pierced the room.
Stephanie stared at his spread thighs. She licked her lips, still dry. “I could use a drink…Sir.”
Ice clinked behind her. Dane stepped to her side. “Water or wine, babe?”
“Water, please…Sir.” Oh God, this was hard. So difficult and yet so arousing. They’d used such harsh language…tits…nipples… And every word aroused her more.
A glass appeared in front of her mouth. Dane wrapped one hand around her neck and tipped her head back. Cold water flowed into her mouth as she sipped, the icy liquid in sharp contrast to her heated skin. A few drips escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin and neck. She shivered when the water hit her blouse.
Dane removed the glass and swiped the stream from her chin. “Your skin is so hot. Are you sure you’re okay?” He reached into the glass and fished out an ice cube right in front of her face. She kept her gaze low.
The intentional tease made her suck in a breath. As he fingered the cube an inch from her mouth, her eyes grew wide.
Dane flipped the square piece of ice around his fingers like a magic act with a quarter. The melting water dripped onto her chest. She held still.
Finally, he brought the cube to her lips and ran it through the slit from side to side. She stuck out her tongue on instinct to lick at the ice.
“Ah ah ah. Stay still. I didn’t tell you to let that greedy little tongue out.” Dane turned to Aiden. “Did you know our sub liked to lick?”
Stephanie felt new wetness run down her chest. Dane deliberately held the ice right at the open V of her blouse as he spoke to
Stephanie inched forward. She sort of crawled her fingers against the soft rug. Deep breaths.
Dane set a hand on her back. “That’s far enough. Now lean your head down.”
OhGodohGodohGod. Her heart pounded. She positioned her face so her forehead touched the floor. All she was aware of was her ass in the air, higher than her body, and the fact that her skirt rode up too high.
No one touched her. No one said a word. Both men circled her. She trembled. She couldn’t stop shaking as though she were cold.
What she wanted more than anything in the world was for someone to please touch her.
“Good.” Aiden finally spoke, his voice barely audible. “Perfect. You’re a natural.”
“Yes,” Dane added. “Always make sure your nipples touch the ground when in this position. You should feel vulnerable and exposed with your ass in the air and open like that, but also you should be aware of your tits grazing the carpet, pebbling them to stiff peaks. Are your nipples hard, Steph?”
Fuck. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t pull her lips apart. Was she even breathing? Yes, she was heaving through her nose.
“Stephanie, you have to answer us immediately when we ask you a question.” Aiden kneeled down beside her and laid a palm on her back. The heat of his hand reached through her blouse and burned its imprint on her shoulder blade. “Are you still okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered. “And, yes…Sir.”
“Stop us if it gets to be too much.” Aiden stood once more.
Silence. Dane walked away. Aiden paced around her. She couldn’t see much because the pile of the rug was high and plush.
A few moments later, Dane returned. She heard the clank of glass and decided he must have brought drinks and set them on the end table.
“Come back to the kneel position, Steph,” Dane said.
She did as he said, dragging herself back onto her knees. Every synapse was firing inside her. Her skin felt super sensitive. The slightest touch, even of the soft rug, brought awareness to every inch of her body. Even the tips of her fingers tingled as she brought them back behind her.
“How do you feel?” Aiden sat down in front of her on the couch. The sound of the leather settling under him pierced the room.
Stephanie stared at his spread thighs. She licked her lips, still dry. “I could use a drink…Sir.”
Ice clinked behind her. Dane stepped to her side. “Water or wine, babe?”
“Water, please…Sir.” Oh God, this was hard. So difficult and yet so arousing. They’d used such harsh language…tits…nipples… And every word aroused her more.
A glass appeared in front of her mouth. Dane wrapped one hand around her neck and tipped her head back. Cold water flowed into her mouth as she sipped, the icy liquid in sharp contrast to her heated skin. A few drips escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin and neck. She shivered when the water hit her blouse.
Dane removed the glass and swiped the stream from her chin. “Your skin is so hot. Are you sure you’re okay?” He reached into the glass and fished out an ice cube right in front of her face. She kept her gaze low.
The intentional tease made her suck in a breath. As he fingered the cube an inch from her mouth, her eyes grew wide.
Dane flipped the square piece of ice around his fingers like a magic act with a quarter. The melting water dripped onto her chest. She held still.
Finally, he brought the cube to her lips and ran it through the slit from side to side. She stuck out her tongue on instinct to lick at the ice.
“Ah ah ah. Stay still. I didn’t tell you to let that greedy little tongue out.” Dane turned to Aiden. “Did you know our sub liked to lick?”
Stephanie felt new wetness run down her chest. Dane deliberately held the ice right at the open V of her blouse as he spoke to
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