The door opens. “Time’s up.”
Harper
I blink up at Eli as Jack pulls out of me. That fullness in my ass stays. He didn’t play with the plug, but I definitely felt it when he was fucking me.
I’m not sure how this game will work. Seven minutes isn’t that long. I almost feel like a fast-food place. Get in, get off, get out.
I raise up on my elbows as Jack grabs the towel from Eli.
“Give us a minute to clean up?” Jack gives me a cocky grin before saying over his shoulder, “It’s not like you won’t see what we’re doing.”
“Make it quick, Jack.” Eli closes the door.
Jack grins. “That’s my specialty.”
“I wouldn’t advertise that.” I run my hands through his hair, trying to tame the curls back into some order.
“Why not? It works for you.”
I laugh as he helps me sit up. He cleans us both up and kisses me sweetly.
When I sit in the chair, he brushes his thumb over my jaw before grabbing the blindfold. “If you need a break, just let us know, sweetheart.”
His blue eyes search mine. This kind of attention coulddefinitely make me fall, but I know better than to fall for any of them. They’re not mine. Not really. Just temporarily.
Even so, I like Jack.
“I will.” I cover his hand with mine.
He puts the blindfold back on and gives me a soft kiss. “I might be right back.”
I smile. “I’ll expect something new next time.”
“Damn, you want me to be creative?” He chuckles.
I like that Jack lets me lead sometimes. To take the time to figure out what I like.
The door opens and closes. My hands are on my thighs as I wait for the next guy to come in. The anticipation is almost too much. The fact they can watch me sit here, waiting for someone to fuck me makes me wetter. I squirm on the chair.
The door opens, and for a second my breath hangs in the air, waiting to see what’s going to happen. Not being able to see makes me turn my head, as if that will let me hear better.
The door shuts.
The smack of the leather paddle against a hand fills the space. I straighten, and my fingers tighten on my thighs. The scents of a forest and leather fill the space.
“Eli.”
The leather drags across the back of my shoulders, and shivers race down my spine.
“We don’t have a lot of time, kitten. I just want to gauge how you take it.”
“How I take it?” The leather slides over my shoulder and down over my breast. I suck in a breath.
“Pain, kitten. You get off on it. It arouses you.” The leather glides down my stomach, but I don’t draw my knees together, wondering what he’ll do.
My breath shudders in and out of me.
“I want to see what happens when you’ve had too much.”
