fuck you at once, don’t you?”
“It hurts,” I said in a small voice, feeling very naughty because it didn’t really
hurt that much. It just felt thick and full and deliciously depraved. My imagination
ran amok with forbidden possibilities.
“Get used to it,” he ordered. “We’re going to do this to you, and unless we hear a
safe word, neither of us will stop.”
My mind sank like a stone tossed into deep water, and safe-wording was never an option,
even when he thrust deeper and harder. Instead, I came violently, shuddering and shouting
into the sheet, twisting against the cuffs.
Before I’d recovered my wits, he pulled out and yanked my hips up. Shoving a pillow
under them, he clamped my thighs together with his. Then he braced himself over my
back and fucked me feverishly, moaning and panting like he was about to break apart,
dripping sweat, and possibly saliva, all over my spine.
Though his utter abandon thrilled me, it hurt my stretched, stinging anus and made
me ache deep inside. And yet even the pain was an insane turn-on. Every hard thrust
nudged the dildo into places that stripped away my restraint, too, and I screamed
when the wicked rush of sensation pounded through me again.
Sucked away into nirvana, I was only vaguely aware of Colin’s shouts as he bucked
and emptied inside me.
“God, I love your ass,” he gasped in my ear, sprawled out on top of me, still shuddering
and jerking inside me. “I’m going to fuck it every single day, Rachel. Some days more
than once.”
I blinked and wheezed, and he finally rolled off.
“Won’t Julian have something to say about that?” I asked as he yanked open one of
the cuffs.
“We have a deal.”
Relieved to be free, I pulled my arms down and undid the other cuff, tossing it on
the floor. “Oh yeah? What kind of deal?”
I plucked out the dildo still lodged inside me and looked around self-consciously.
Before I could decide what to do with the thing, Colin shot me a wicked look and took
it. I couldn’t hold back a groan of shocked arousal when he took the head into his
mouth and made brazen love to it with his lips and tongue.
“Jesus, Colin,” I breathed, imagining it was Julian he was doing that to. “That’s…unbelievably
hot.”
Smiling, he withdrew it with a noisy suck goodbye and dropped it on the sheet between
us, propping his head on his fist. “Your ass is mine.”
Lost in a fog of lust, I blinked at him. “What?”
“That’s the deal. Your ass is mine, at least to fuck, anyway.” He reached out to tweak
my breast. “I’m sure Julian will do plenty of other nasty things to it when the mood
takes him.”
I scowled. “What is the deal with guys and butts?”
“Not butts, Rachel. Your butt. And your resistance makes it all the more appealing, so just keep fussing.
We’ll never leave it alone.”
“Now there’s a catch-22,” I said breathlessly as the wonderful sinking feeling washed
over me again.
“Welcome to our world, Rachel McBride.”
Chapter Eight
We went our separate ways to shower quickly and then Colin escorted me to breakfast
in Julian’s sitting area, which was served promptly at eight. Once again, Julian was
in jeans and a sweater, this one pearl gray, but this time he kissed me lightly on
the lips before pulling my chair out for me. Colin got the same treatment.
Julian immediately delivered the promised quiz and I passed with flying colors, which
wasn’t surprising. Once read, the details of my personal conduct agreement were pretty
hard to forget.
Then he asked to see my lines.
Wincing, I paused with my grapefruit juice halfway to my mouth. “Oops. I didn’t really
have time last night.”
“You would have had time if you’d stayed in your room as ordered,” he pointed out
severely.
“Well, yes, but then I wouldn’t have gone to the dungeon, would I?” The sight of his
eyebrow going up imperiously made
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