Kyle had a plate of food which he set on his lap as he took a spot to her right, in one of the chairs he’d pulled closer. Trent did the same to her left, and Dan—the bastard—sat on the bottom edge of the table, meaning he was placed between her spread thighs.
“So, pet.” Trent stroked his fingers over her cheek, drawing her focus there. “Do you know why you’re in trouble?”
Of course.She shook her head.
He tsk’d softly. “Lying isn’t going to make this any better for you. In fact, the gag was my idea so you didn’t get yourself in trouble anymore. Do you recall rule one?”
Alison will discuss any concerns or worries with one of the alphas.Of course she recalled it. She nodded once, a quick jerk of her head.
“Very good. You’ve been storming around and slamming things and making it clear you have something to discuss with us, but you haven’t. We gave you all day and evening to fess up, to tell us what you were worried about. Instead of doing that, you decidedto be rude, to break other rules like the dress code, and be generally unpleasant.”
Because you are a bunch of assholes who talked me into sleeping with you instead of focusing on what’s important.If only her look could accurately portray that all.
“She sure has a lot of fire,” Kyle said, taking a bite of fruit from his plate. The melon made his fingers glisten. He reached out with that hand and hooked the edge of her bikini top cup with his pinky. A tug exposed her breast, and he stroked the fruit-juice-covered fingers over her nipple. “There’s only two ways to deal with fire like that. You can let it burn out or try to douse it.” He leaned forward and dragged his tongue across her nipple, licking off the juice he’d left. “I actually like your fire, so I don’t want to douse it. Still, it needs to be dealt with. I figure we’ll have some fun helping it burn until it’s out.”
The cool air breezed across her hardened nipple, and she gasped. It wasn’t just the touch, but all of it. It was the intense stares, the restraint, the way Kyle spoke. They didn’t talk as if they cared for her input. Instead, they simply informed her of what would happen.
As much as she liked that, a flutter of unease ran through her.
Trent moved her bikini, then cupped that breast with his large, warm hand.
“If you need to safe word or stop, tap the table, pet.”
Thathelped, that he’d known her fear without ever having to have her say it.
It let her pull in a breath, but that only pressed her nipple more firmly into Kyle’s rough palm.
“Now, we discussed a few ways to deal with this,” Kyle continued, though with the two of them toying with her breasts, it was hard to focus on what he said. “Trent wanted a stern word, Daniel wanted to turn your ass red—”
How quickly she moaned from that terrified her. What the hell? She was an adult woman, one to be feared and respected. She wasnotsome silly child who would get spanked.
And yet she couldn’t shake the way it turned her on, the way she pictured the sting from Daniel’s hand against her ass.
What the hell is wrong with me?It had to be them, something they did to her, because she hadneverbeen this person.
Daniel let out a groan, low as he stroked his hand up her thigh. “Your reaction says it wouldn’t have been a great punishment, but rest assured, sweet, we’ll get there.” He ran his fingers up her leg and brushed her slit through the suit.
And right then, she really wanted to beg him to go farther. She wanted to feel his thick fingers pressing into her, preparing her for his cock.
“So, why don’t you just relax while we talk, since you don’t seem to want to offer any input?”
The words made her eyebrows furrow. She’d expected them to talk to her, to force her to answer, to listen to them. What sort of lesson was ignoring her?
Daniel slid his fingers beneath her suit and stroked up to her clit, rubbing with such direct attention that she shifted as if to get away.
Unfortunately, it only reminded her that her wrists were bound to her thighs and a spreader bar kept her knees open.
“Next week I thought we’d rent a couple movies,” Kyle said.
The conversation made her give him a look as though to ask him what the fuck he was doing, talking about movies as if she wasn’t spread out and almost naked before them.
Kyle didn’t even look her way, rolling her nipple between his fingers, as he discussed new movies.
Trent responded, toying with the breast on his side, and when he wasn’t speaking, he offered teasing kisses to her chest, her side, and took her hardened nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
Daniel was the worst. He untied the strings at the side of her bikini so the bottom fell off, then he really went to work. He used both hands, pressing two fingers deep into her while his other teased her clit. He was rough and focused, and despite trying to pay attention to their conversation, Alison couldn’t keep track.
It floated away, stolen by the stroke of their fingers, their lips. They acted as though she wasn’t there, using her body, driving her hard toward a release with impersonal and impassionate touches.
