FrankenDom by Robin L. Rotham

bet?”
    “Last night. Julian said you were paying some kind of forfeit because you’d lost a
     bet.”
    “Oh, that bet. Before you arrived, I bet that you’d read your contracts word for word
     before signing them and knew what you were getting into. He bet you hadn’t.” He cupped
     my face, stroking my lips with his thumb as he eyed me with a rueful grin. “You picked
     a hell of a time to start breaking the rules, Rachel McBride.”
    “I’m sorry. And the forfeit?”
    “He got to fuck you first, and I got to come down my leg when all I wanted was to
     come in you.”
    Wow, I’d never been the stakes in a bet before—at least not that I knew of. “What
     if you won?”
    “He’d have fucked you first and I wouldn’t have had to come down my leg before I came
     in you.”
    “So Julian wouldn’t have had to pay any kind of forfeit?”
    Colin smiled. “Nope. Besides, he hoped he was wrong, so either way he’d come out the
     winner.”
    “That hardly seems fair.”
    “He’s the Dom, Rachel.”
    The words thrilled me, especially knowing Julian was the Dom of both of us.
    “Let me make it up to you.” Pushed him to his back, I threw back the covers, intent
     on relearning all the intimate things I’d once known about his body. I started licking
     and sucking at his earlobes and worked my way down his neck to his cute little nipples.
    By the time I reached his eager cock, he was already groaning so I grasped the root
     and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it sensuously.
    He hissed with pleasure. “God, yes! I’ve missed that.”
    Almost teary-eyed, I pulled off him and whispered, “Me, too.”
    I started to go back down and paused, tipping my head to the side. It looked like
     he had a tattoo around his cock, just under the head. Like a tiny armband, only a… cockband ? Two solid lines of black ink enclosed block letters, and I maneuvered him around
     until I could read them all.
    PROPERTY OF RACHEL, it declared.
    I looked up with wide eyes to find him smirking at me. “If you want to know about
     that, you’ll have to ask Julian.”
    Then he pounced, rolling me to my stomach and sitting on my hips. He took my hands
     and wrapped them around the corner bedpost. “Stay. I mean it. Don’t move or I’ll punish
     you.”
    “Okay,” I breathed into the sheet, my heartbeat picking up speed in my throat.
    He got off me and climbed down off the bed, then I heard a sliding noise, a grunt
     and a big thump. “What the hell have you got in there, a set of encyclopedias?”
    Ah, my luggage. “Two years’ worth of clothes.”
    “Like you’ll be needing those,” he murmured. Was he digging in my cedar chest? I hadn’t
     even thought to open it, assuming it contained blankets and pillows like most cedar
     chests.
    Colin appeared beside the bed with a set of neoprene cuffs, which was what I got for
     assuming. He looped it around the bedpost and wrapped my wrists. Then he dug in the
     bottom drawer of the nightstand and came up with a realistic-looking dildo of average
     proportions.
    “What are you going to do with that?” I asked warily as he drizzled it with lube from
     the top drawer.
    He grinned. “I’ll give you two guesses.”
    Over my half-hearted protests, he climbed between my legs and slid it into my vagina,
     which was still slick from last night’s activities. When he lubed up his rigid cock,
     nudged my knees wider and pushed himself into my butt, I squealed with something close
     to pain…but not quite. He stretched out on my back with a satisfied groan, squashing
     me into the mattress.
    “Oh, Rachel, that’s so fucking good,” he groaned.
    Sliding both hands under me, he forced the dildo deeper with one while the other fingered
     my clit. The whole time, his hips maintained a slow, even pumping, sliding his cock
     into my rectum without apology.
    “You are such a dirty girl, Rachel McBride,” he breathed without pausing. “You like
     having two cocks