“Maybe I’ll take one of you in the ass.”
Zane seems vaguely disgusted, and Saint looks like he couldn’t care either way, but I see a hint of warmth hit Lex’s cheeks. I file that away for possible use later.
“Where do you want me? Oh, mighty masters?”
Zane reaches me within a few steps. He hauls me over his shoulder, his big hand coming down on my ass in three smart strikes.
“Ouch,” I cry out.
Throwing me on the bed, he grabs my wrist and fastens me to the cuffs now attached to the d-rings on the bedframe. I twist and try to undo them, but I don’t have the chance because Zane is fast. He has my other wrist secured extra quickly, too.
Then he does the same to my legs, until I’m star-fished on the bed as he grins down at me.
Lex chuckles. “Teach you to be bratty.”
Zane appears in my line of vision again, holding a pair of scissors, and I almost scream. What the hell? Oh, no, he is not going to cut my thong off me. I like this thong.
But he does worse than that. He takes the scissors and cuts a jagged slash right over my clit and hole.
I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, but he rubs his finger over my clit. I drop my head back as a sigh of pleasure rushes out of me.
Zane keeps working my clit, and Lex picks up the scissors and does the same to my bra that Zane did to my thong. He cuts carefully around my nipples, exposing them to the cool air.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You put lipstick on them.”
I lift my head a little. “I did. Just for you boys.”
“You know…” Lex looks at me, considering. He turns to the other two men, as if I’m not there. “Like this with her clit exposed and her nipples exposed, it seems a shame to only pump up her nipples. Why don’t we do the same to her clit and then make her keep this underwear on all night and walk around Paris with her clit all swollen and throbbing.”
“Fuck,” Saint hisses as he presses his hand to his pants.
I can tell he’s already hellishly turned on, and it makes me feel powerful.
He grabs the suction pumps for my nipples and walks to me, a dark grin splitting his handsome face.
CHAPTER 7
Saint
I tweakVani’s pink nipples. They stiffen under my fingers, and I lick my lips. I take my time, pinching her nipples until they’re hard. Making sure to use some of the ointment on them, which the instructions said to apply first, I massage both until they’re oily, deep pink, and pointed. Then I attach the pump.
Having had no idea what was in the drawers here, I’d almost laughed when I’d seen these. It was as if the owner had read my deepest desires. Once the glass is in place, I use the small, rose gold pump to start to increase the suction.
“Oh, God,” Vani whines. “That’s kind of intense.”
“Good intense, or bad?” Lex asks,
It’s irrelevant because I’m not stopping now.
“Good,” she says. “But also, kind of weird.”
Zane has the other pump for her clit in his hand, and he makes himself at home between her legs, where he starts to lick and suck at her nub.
I’m half-tempted to gag Vani, but I do love the noises she makes when she’s all needy and desperate, so I decide to save that for the next round.
As I work the pump, I flick my gaze between her tits, and Zane working her spread open pussy through the cut in herthong. He pushes his thick tongue all the way between the material and spears it inside her, making her cry out.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Zane.”
