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Finn helped her back onto the table. When she attempted to roll onto her stomach for the massage he propelled her onto her back while Bobby opened a hidden cupboard in the wall. Returning to them, he set several jars next to her legs and laid a warm, damp cloth over her mound. Mesmerized, she watched as he coated his hands with lotion. Slowly, he worked the emollient into her foot, then worked his way up to her calf.

Jessica sighed and laid her head on the rolled towel Finn placed beneath her neck.

Bobby had enchanting fingers. Her muscles seemed to melt as he kneaded them. Lulled by his touch, she jumped when Finn began kneading her breasts. He worked more 18

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quickly than Bobby while smoothing the lightly scented lotion onto her. His hands rubbed to her belly, down her arms, over her shoulders.

“Can I take you home?” she whispered, letting her mind drift as they worked her weary flesh.

“Sorry, not allowed,” Bobby answered.

Too soon the soothing touch receded and the cloth over her sex was taken away.

She shivered as the air cooled her warm flesh. Her lethargy persisted as she remained still for the men’s ministrations.

“This won’t do. It will need to be removed,” he said. She opened her eyes as he brushed his fingers over the trimmed thatch of curling brown hair hiding her folds.

She’d always wondered about what it would be like to have a bald pussy but she’d never been bold enough to try it.

“Okay,” she answered although she figured her opinion wouldn’t matter. It hadn’t so far.

While Finn retrieved supplies from the canvas bag, Bobby spread her thighs and draped her legs over the sides of the table. For the first time, she felt real trepidation.

She shifted to pull her legs back together but he held her still. “Relax.” Taking a bottle of cream from his partner, he lathered it over her sex. Jessica lay back determined to enjoy the delicious slide across her already slick folds. When she’d left home this morning, she’d never expected anything like this.

Thank you, Keera!

Finn resumed massaging her upper body while Bobby worked the shaving cream into her curls. She tried desperately to stay still as he began to slowly scrape the hair from her pussy. Meanwhile, Finn managed to brush and braid her long hair, binding it into a long plait.

Two strange men. Touching her. Delicious spirals of heat seeped through her.

Decadent.

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Her mind emptied. There were no projects, no to-do lists, no responsibilities. There was only the sensation of these delightful hands working over her body.

She sucked in a breath and fought to remain relaxed as Bobby parted her folds to complete his task. The blade scraped over her fleshy mound. Sweet heaven it was making her hot. Her cheeks heated. Could he see how excited he made her while he prepared her? Could he see the way her sheath flexed?

Maybe not. He didn’t comment—perhaps he was paid not to—and a warm cloth replaced his fingers and cleaned her smooth skin.

Together the men shifted her to her belly. Bobby’s hands became more aggressive, kneading her thighs and buttocks. With her head turned, she watched him unscrew the cap from a jar. He coated his fingers. Lifting her slightly, he slathered the emollient over her folds and rubbed it into her clit. Jessica whimpered as hot tingles enveloped her vagina. They grew stronger by the moment, radiating out to her thighs and up into her belly.

She tried to catch her breath as the strong sensations coiled through her. She tried to twist away. Finn held her down. “Relax,” he murmured. “Bobby won’t hurt you.” She couldn’t. The waves continued to assault her pussy. Bobby applied another coat of his devil-cream, stroking his fingers deep inside her sheath. Finn bent over her. His iron grip on her back held her prone for his partner’s work.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, Bobby smoothed more of the cream along the tender skin between her pussy and anus. His fingers continued between her ass cheeks.

“Please stop,” she whispered, trying again in vain to get away from Finn. No one was listening to her.

Bobby’s well-lubricated finger prodded her ass, slowly slipping inside bit by bit.

She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. She couldn’t help her hips’ movement as she worked against his hand, her body demanding more. Her mind grew dizzy from 20

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it. She surrendered to a haze of overwhelming sensation. The two men flipped her over again. Bobby wiped his fingers on a cloth, then continued his ministrations on her folds.

“Please,” she pleaded. She tried to control her need and push aside the overwhelming desire but she couldn’t. Whatever gel he’d used seeped into her, warming a clawing path into her womb. Even with her most skilled lover—who hadn’t been all that skilled—she’d never become such a shivering heap of arousal.

Her sheath clamped and released as it searched for something to fill it. What were the chances those men had a dildo in that nifty bag of theirs? Anything. She needed relief.

Finn roughly rubbed her breasts, applying some of the same emollient to her nipples. Ruthlessly, he pulled them to erect points.

She needed sex and she needed it now.

She barely registered being dressed in the most transparent pink baby doll top she’d ever seen. Three tiny ties held the front closed between her breasts. Her belly was totally bare. Coupled with a miniscule thong that tied on the sides, she was hardly clothed. The fabric chafed her clit and she tried to push it away.

Finn pulled her hands away and lifted her from the table. He guided her toward the secret door. “Come with me,” he instructed.

“No. I can’t. I need—”

“Your needs will soon be filled,” he assured her.

Leaving Bobby in the room, he took her down a flight of stone steps that lead to a long dimly lit hallway. They passed several iron-studded doors before Finn stopped in front of one near the end of the hallway. Moans punctuated the cool air around them.

Lucky people.

She had to join a party. No sex for her. Could she just peek in, say hi and dash home to her vibrator? She frowned, knowing she should be more concerned about joining the party dressed in a transparent scrap of lace and drenched panties.

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Finn opened the door, revealing a deserted torch-lit chamber. She turned frantically as he shoved her inside.
Now her freaking common sense decided to return?
Chains, cuffs and various whips lined the upper half of one wall, along with several other items she was hesitant to identify. The lower half was a bank of drawers. Hastily sizing up her situation she scanned the rest of the room. An odd bench stood to one side of the room near another iron-studded door. A set of manacles dangled on a thick chain from the center of the ceiling.

Her knees buckled.

A dungeon!

“Wait! There’s been a mistake!” she protested.

“It’s no mistake, miss.” He pulled her toward the chain. She was no match for his strength as he fastened each cuff around her slim wrists. She yanked on them trying to get free. The increased movement served only to amplify the ache throbbing in her cleft and breasts.

“Let me go!”

“You can voice your complaints to the dungeon master.” The
who?

“What! Let me go!” she demanded. Finn shook his head, wishing her a good night and strolled from the room. The heavy door closed with an echoing thud behind him.

What had she walked right into? She closed her eyes as horrible, scary as hell images filled her head.

Madam Zelda had better be right about that happily-ever-after part or I’m hunting her
down.
Somehow, Jessica couldn’t imagine her happy new future beginning in a dungeon.

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Ryan almost lost himself—
again
—when he entered the dungeon. Damn he was getting soft. Surveying his woman, he was anything but soft. His cock throbbed against the thick leather pants containing it.

Jessica, unattainable Jessica, whom he’d wanted for months, stood in the middle of the room, her hands bound above her head. Her thighs flexed as she pressed and released them, fighting her arousal.

He frowned. Damn it! Finn and Bobby weren’t supposed to use the X-T gel on her.

That was the single thing that would have her practically writhing like this. This would be difficult enough for her to accept without being ashamed for her mindless need.

Once it was applied, only release would relieve the sensations. No amount of fighting, ignoring or waiting it out would help. The effect from the gel just got worse and worse.

She turned when she heard the door shut, her sparkling green eyes narrowed with anger. “You must be the
dungeon master,
” she spat out derisively.

Yes, this would be difficult.

“Let me go, you prick! I swear if you don’t release me, I’m suing all your asses off.

This place will be toast.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.”

Her anger sent strength through him. Disciplining her would be a pleasure. He crossed his arms over his chest, knowing the muscle beneath the tribal tattoo banding his right biceps would bulge making it more prominent. She wouldn’t know the mark was a symbol of his power.

“Try me.”

He smiled at the phrase she’d picked up from him. “I intend to.” She yanked on the cuffs, impotent anger making her shake. Well, anger and the arousal.

“Let. Me.
Go!
” she repeated.

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He simply watched her without speaking, knowing it would unnerve her quicker than anything he could say. A good master always communicated with his sub but sometimes silence spoke loudest.

She was trying to be so strong, but he could still hear the shudder in her words. Her chest flushed pink, a background to the dark, beaded nipples visible through the sheer lingerie he’d chosen for her.

The muscles in her stomach trembled.

His body tightened at the sight of her deep in the throes of desire. Each shallow breath lifted her full breasts. He’d bet if he touched her cleft she’d be soaked from her need.

“I’ll go away,” she begged. “I won’t say anything. Just please let me leave and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Like hell.
He wanted to hear from her as often as possible.

He stepped closer, smoothing his hand over her firm ass. “I don’t intend to harm you. And I won’t rape you.”

“Like I’d stop you right now, you bastard.”

His jaw clenched. He’d punish her for that later. “When I take you, you won’t be under the control of the gel Bobby and Finn put on you. You’ll be fully cognizant of the fact you want me deep in your cunt, fucking you until you scream.” He saw excitement flare in her eyes, before she shifted her gaze away from him. As soon as she was fully his, he’d teach her not to hide from him—even her emotions. He wanted to be inside that pretty head, her thoughts open to him.

She shook her head. “Never.”

“We’ll see. First you need to come or we’ll never get to that.” He reached for her and she shied from his hands. She tried to swing away. The cuffs limited her progress while she yanked fruitlessly at them. He cupped her chin and 24

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turned her to look at him. “I
will
touch you. Whenever I want to touch you. You can’t control that.”

She sucked in a harsh breath. Though she didn’t speak, rebellion blazed in her stare.

Still holding her so she was forced to watch him, he reached between them to demonstrate his point. He cupped her mound nearly groaning at the drenched inferno that met him. His fingers pressed in, hampered by the thin strip of fabric.

“Do you want me to ease this?”

He felt her jaw tighten and her eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he barked in his most commanding Dom voice.

Her eyes snapped open but she wasn’t cowed enough by his sharp tone to keep from glaring at him.

His fingers stroked her heated flesh. “Do you want me to help this?” he asked.

“Answer me.”

“You said you wouldn’t.”

He chuckled, the sound a thin rattle against the dungeon walls. He’d never been so aroused. Neither had he held himself by such a taut, fraying thread. He’d been a Dom for too long to have so little control. In all that time though, he’d always had subs who’d been broken in and well into the scene. Quite frankly, they’d been more into the scene than he was. Some in the D/s community looked down on him for that. His women had never complained.

“There are ways to bring you to release without using my body,” he explained, his mouth a breath from hers. He wouldn’t kiss her. His kiss would betray everything he felt for her.

Her breath fluttered across his lips. “How?”

“Trust me.”

She tried to shake her head but he still held her chin. He knew she wanted to look away. She always looked away to hide what she was thinking.

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“I trusted the people upstairs and look where it got me.”

“Right where you need to be. You should be thankful.” She made a disgusted sound. “Right.”

Jessica stared at the man who looked like the fucking Dread Pirate Roberts from the
Princess Bride
, only hotter. What was up with the mask and head covering? She should be terrified. Instead, she was pissed. That didn’t stop her from noticing his wide shoulders and slim hips. Nor did she miss the black swirling tattoos over his belly button and around his arm. And oh, sweet heaven, the way his ass and thighs filled out those leather pants… If she weren’t chained up in such an intolerable situation, she might not be able to keep her hands off him, nor would she be able to keep her mouth off the sharp curve that sloped into his pants at either side of his pelvis.
Man, I could take
a bite out of that.

That aside, she had to admit she was a freaking lunatic. By now, she should be screaming herself hoarse. But no, she was sucked in by his deep commanding voice and those mesmerizing eyes. In the dim light, she couldn’t tell the exact color. They were beautiful nonetheless, especially when he stared at her as if he had complete power over the universe.