The heat of Theo’s body against her back disappeared. He circled around to study the picture she made and nodded to himself. “Part the robe a bit more. I want to see her.”
Galen obeyed, untangling the tie at her waist and pushing the robe until it was only the angle of her bondage that kept it on her shoulders. He moved away without touching her further, crawling to the edge of the bed and sitting there as Theo came to stand between his big thighs. He seemed to consider something and nodded to himself. “Jeans off, Galen. Lay on the bed with your head at the foot.”
She watched helplessly as Galen obeyed, stripping with a casual grace that had heat licking at her skin. They were so fucking beautiful it took her breath away. Handsome on their own, but together they somehow becomemore. Theo’s refined control played off Galen’s rough and tumble meanness. Galen looked like some ancient gladiator who’d charged into their midst, big and brutal and scarred. Theo would have been at home in any aristocracy in Europe, almost pretty and playing at games she could only guess at.
And yet it worked.Theyworked.
Galen climbed back onto the bed and took the position Theo had indicated, his head inches from where Meg stood. The mattress was tall enough that they were even with her hips and she shivered at the sight of Galen laid out like the best kind of feast. His cock was already hard, laying thick and heavy against his stomach, and he watched her with dark eyes that promised things she could only guess at.
Theo tossed his towel to the side and joined Galen on the bed. He pushed the bigger man’s legs wide and knelt between them. Theo gripped Galen’s thighs and held perfectly still, his gaze dragging over the man before him and up to where Meg stood. He was a king surveying his kingdom of two, and she had no doubt in her mind that he’d just planned out the remainder of the night down to the finest detail.
“Are you ready for your punishment, princess?”
“Yes.” The word burst out of her as if summoned, an agreement to something she needed more than she needed air. Her very own deal with the devil, though he didn’t want her soul—he wanted her body.
He gave her a smile with a hint of cruelty. “Good. Be very quiet, and very still, and you’ll get your reward at the end.” He leaned down and took Galen’s cock into his mouth.
Holy shit.
The truth sank into her. She’d been prepared for spankings, a punishment interwoven with pain. She hadn’t been prepared forthis.
Galen reached over his head to grip the edge of the mattress as Theo sucked his cock, both of them watchingher. If she arched her hips, she might—might—be able to brush against his fingers, but Meg knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d remove his touch if she tried.
They wanted her strung up like some kind of decoration at the end of the bed, still and silent, while she watched them fuck.
Theo couldn’t have devised a more ingenious punishment. She was going to kill him… as soon as he uncuffed her.
Galen cursed long and hard, and half sat up. Theo met him there, claiming Galen’s mouth the same way he’d claimed his cock. Once upon a time, she’d compared them to two opposing forces of nature, and that was never more true than in that moment. They clashed, their big bodies moving together in a dance older than time. Galen gripped Theo’s hair and wrenched his head back, kissing his way down his neck. There was nothing cold and calculated in this. They’d stopped concentrating on putting on a show for her the second they kissed.
They touched each other like they’d forgotten she was there.
Meg watched, so mesmerized, she forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. Galen fisted Theo’s cock, earning a low curse as he pumped, slowing their pace. Theo nipped his bottom lip and then tongued the spot as if soothing the pain away.
God,they were beautiful and catastrophic and she would never recover.
Theo twisted Galen to face her and moved to kneel behind him, his legs on either side of Galen’s. He paused as if checking her view, and gave her that dangerous grin. “We’re forgetting about our Meg’s punishment.”’
“Can’t have that,” Galen murmured, his eyes gone so dark they were almost black.
In this current position, she realized Theo was actually taller than Galen, though Galen was wider through the shoulders and chest. Theo reached around and stroked Galen’s cock. “Look how hard he is, princess. You remember how good it feels to have his cock inside you.”
Galen leaned back against Theo and gave her a look that was pure challenge. Demanding she… What? She didn’t even know what she was supposed to do. Meg could barely breathe, let alone pull her thoughts together into some semblance of sanity. She was need, boiled down to her animal urges, her body aching under their attention. Her breasts felt unnaturally heavy and her pussy was so fucking wet, it was a wonder they couldn’t see it.
Maybe they could.
Theo gave Galen’s cock another stroke. “Do you remember what we talked about when I was eating your pussy in the kitchen last week?”
She swayed forward, making her chains clink. Oh yeah, she remembered. Meg licked her lips, trying to focus. “You said you pictured Galen fucking me while you fucked him.” She shivered and pressed her thighs together. It did nothing to help the way her clit throbbed as if begging for them to touch her.
Beg.
Now the challenge in Galen’s gaze made sense. This wasn’t just about giving her a show she had no way to take part in. This was about humiliation and desire and leaving it all on the table. She’d been holding back from day one, and they knew it.
Fuck that, I’m not begging.
Theo must have seen her decision on her face. He nodded as if to himself and released Galen. “On your back, my friend.” While Galen obeyed, he grabbed lube from the nightstand and squirted some into his hand. He stroked his cock, coveringhimself slowly, making a show of it, and Meg couldn’t help jerking on the chains again.
This time, neither of them looked at her.
