men. Sam jumped up and crouched before them, sandwiching her between them.
It was heaven.
*****
“We’ll go pick some of your stuff up then go out for dinner.”
Sam looked up over at Ava as Roarke made that statement. Part of him still expected her to tell them where to go. That this was all too much for her. The spankings. Two men. BDSM.
But she merely glanced over at Roarke with a thoughtful look on her face. Roarke stared back calmly as though daring her to argue.
After her spanking, they’d all cleared up the kitchen then snuggled up on the couch to watch some television. Ava nibbled her bottom lip nervously. He wondered which part of that statement had her worried most. The getting her stuff or going out for dinner. Sam felt worried about how much—well, how little—she ate.
“Why do we need to get some of my stuff?” she asked.
Roarke leaned back in his chair, he’d moved away from the couch and the movie they’d been watching to read the newspaper. He put it down now and folded his arms across his chest.
“I thought you might like to stay here for a bit. Get to know us.”
Reaching over, Sam pulled her poor lip free from her abuse, tapping her mouth as she glared at him.
“Poor little lip. It never did anything to you.”
She pretended to bite his finger and he chuckled. Then she sighed and turned back to Roarke. “You don’t think that’s moving a bit fast?
“I’m not suggesting anything beyond us getting to know each other. You can have your own bedroom. Stay the weekend with us.”
Sam wanted her to stay forever, but he knew better than to push. Patience wasn’t one of his strongest virtues, but he wasn’t about to shove her away by moving too fast.
Ava seemed to think about that then nodded. “Okay. I can’t exactly go out in this, though, can I?” She glanced down at herself. She was dressed in one of Roarke’s shirts. Sam’s cock hardened at the thought of what was beneath that dress shirt. Watching her get spanked was one of the hottest things he’d seen. Oh, he didn’t like seeing her in pain or crying, he wasn’t a sadist. In fact, it had taken everything he had not to interfere, to get Roarke to stop so he could soothe her.
Roarke had sent him a few hard looks, meaning Sam would have been in a hell of a lot of trouble if he’d tried.
But that hot, round, little bottom, so pale before Roarke had applied his hand to it, had made Sam salivate within seconds, his dick so hard it had been painful. Still was.
Sam would love nothing more than to drag that shirt from her body and worship her breasts with his hands while licking her sweet pussy until oblivion overcame her.
He shifted uncomfortably and Roarke sent him a rueful look.
“You don’t have to work tonight?” she asked. They spent some nights in the dungeon, monitoring play. Well, Roarke did. As a submissive, Sam couldn’t act as a monitor, but he knew how to mix drinks pretty well.
Roarke shook his head. “We’ve taken the next few weekends off. We’ll do some weekday shifts instead.”
She nodded. “Okay, then. I would like to stay.” She smiled nervously. “Will you play tonight? In your playroom, I mean.”
Sam stiffened, even Roarke looked surprised. “No, baby, we want to spend time with you.”
“Oh, well, I mean...” She lowered her gaze. Sam reached over and placed his finger under her chin, raising her face so she looked over at him.
“Talk to us.”
Her skin blushing, she made a valiant effort to hold his gaze. “I was thinking I might watch.”
Roarke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know that you’re ready for that, little one.”
She turned to look at him, her chin rising. “I think I know what I’m ready for.”
Roarke raised a brow. “That so? All right, then, you can watch. I’m sure Sam won’t object to some play tonight, will you, pet?” he crooned.
Sam swallowed and shook his head, trying desperately to find some control. If
It was heaven.
*****
“We’ll go pick some of your stuff up then go out for dinner.”
Sam looked up over at Ava as Roarke made that statement. Part of him still expected her to tell them where to go. That this was all too much for her. The spankings. Two men. BDSM.
But she merely glanced over at Roarke with a thoughtful look on her face. Roarke stared back calmly as though daring her to argue.
After her spanking, they’d all cleared up the kitchen then snuggled up on the couch to watch some television. Ava nibbled her bottom lip nervously. He wondered which part of that statement had her worried most. The getting her stuff or going out for dinner. Sam felt worried about how much—well, how little—she ate.
“Why do we need to get some of my stuff?” she asked.
Roarke leaned back in his chair, he’d moved away from the couch and the movie they’d been watching to read the newspaper. He put it down now and folded his arms across his chest.
“I thought you might like to stay here for a bit. Get to know us.”
Reaching over, Sam pulled her poor lip free from her abuse, tapping her mouth as she glared at him.
“Poor little lip. It never did anything to you.”
She pretended to bite his finger and he chuckled. Then she sighed and turned back to Roarke. “You don’t think that’s moving a bit fast?
“I’m not suggesting anything beyond us getting to know each other. You can have your own bedroom. Stay the weekend with us.”
Sam wanted her to stay forever, but he knew better than to push. Patience wasn’t one of his strongest virtues, but he wasn’t about to shove her away by moving too fast.
Ava seemed to think about that then nodded. “Okay. I can’t exactly go out in this, though, can I?” She glanced down at herself. She was dressed in one of Roarke’s shirts. Sam’s cock hardened at the thought of what was beneath that dress shirt. Watching her get spanked was one of the hottest things he’d seen. Oh, he didn’t like seeing her in pain or crying, he wasn’t a sadist. In fact, it had taken everything he had not to interfere, to get Roarke to stop so he could soothe her.
Roarke had sent him a few hard looks, meaning Sam would have been in a hell of a lot of trouble if he’d tried.
But that hot, round, little bottom, so pale before Roarke had applied his hand to it, had made Sam salivate within seconds, his dick so hard it had been painful. Still was.
Sam would love nothing more than to drag that shirt from her body and worship her breasts with his hands while licking her sweet pussy until oblivion overcame her.
He shifted uncomfortably and Roarke sent him a rueful look.
“You don’t have to work tonight?” she asked. They spent some nights in the dungeon, monitoring play. Well, Roarke did. As a submissive, Sam couldn’t act as a monitor, but he knew how to mix drinks pretty well.
Roarke shook his head. “We’ve taken the next few weekends off. We’ll do some weekday shifts instead.”
She nodded. “Okay, then. I would like to stay.” She smiled nervously. “Will you play tonight? In your playroom, I mean.”
Sam stiffened, even Roarke looked surprised. “No, baby, we want to spend time with you.”
“Oh, well, I mean...” She lowered her gaze. Sam reached over and placed his finger under her chin, raising her face so she looked over at him.
“Talk to us.”
Her skin blushing, she made a valiant effort to hold his gaze. “I was thinking I might watch.”
Roarke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know that you’re ready for that, little one.”
She turned to look at him, her chin rising. “I think I know what I’m ready for.”
Roarke raised a brow. “That so? All right, then, you can watch. I’m sure Sam won’t object to some play tonight, will you, pet?” he crooned.
Sam swallowed and shook his head, trying desperately to find some control. If
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