“Hmm,” he rumbles, running a soothing hand over the globe of my ass. “Who would have thought Victoria Russo would turn to putty in my hands with a little discipline?” I’m not sure how I didn’t notice, but he’s removed both of my boots and my pants, and I’m on all fours with only my panties, shirt, and bra on. Where the fuck did my leather jacket go? I didn’t even notice that come off in the struggle.
“Now, we are going to be honest with one another, and you will be rewarded. If you continue to distract and lie to me, then you will need to be punished.”
“I went downstairs for a drink. I couldn’t sleep,” I mutter defiantly.
I can almost hear the smug satisfaction in his voice as he replies. “Oh, Tori, I was hoping you were going to choose the hard way.”
He circles around in front of me and places a finger under my chin, lifting it so I can see him. His eyes shine with excitement and something a little darker that I can’t name. The room feels charged with tension, and the scent of his cologne and my arousal is thick in the air.
“Such a little liar,” he murmurs, and I hear the hint of warning in his voice. A shiver runs down my spine, but I stay where I am. “Do you think a drink explains the hint of fire I can smell on your clothes, or the other familiar musky scent that hints of someone who is no longer with us?”
Before I can respond, he tugs me up so I’m kneeling before peeling off my holster and top almost in one go. “A drink of water that required you to be armed? I think not.” He reaches around and flicks the clasp on my bra before it falls down my arms, and he tosses it off to the side. It’s like I’m frozen on the spot, the intensity of his gaze keeping me locked in place. He reaches up and pinches one of my nipples, and I stiffen, a groan leaving my mouth despite my intentions not to give him any reaction.
His smirk turns into a smug grin as he shuffles behind me, pressing a hand firmly to my back, bowing me forward, before using the same hand to tear my panties from my body, exposing my ass and the slick, dripping heat between my thighs. I try unsuccessfully to stifle the yelp that escapes my mouth, but it quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he runs a finger through the mess and murmurs approvingly.
“Tell me the truth, pet, and you will be rewarded. Lie again, and I will punish you before I fuck the information out of you.” His voice is sinfully husky, and he delivers another spank, making my skin burn when I don’t respond fast enough.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to furiously come up with anything but the truth, but my brain is scrambled from theintense interaction. His fingers slide between my folds, dipping into my wetness, and I know I’m completely screwed.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” I say, my voice trembling and core throbbing. “Needed to clear my head.”
His other hand comes down on my ass again, harder this time, twice in a row. “Stop lying,” he roars, plunging two fingers deep into my pussy without warning. I cry out, rocking back onto his hand as he curls them, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. “Air, huh? This pussy’s dripping like you were recently railed. Who was it?”
“No one, I swear,” I plead, knowing I can’t tell him the truth yet, if ever.
His thumb circles my clit, and he pumps his fingers faster as he punishes me with two more sharp slaps to either cheek with his free hand. I cry out, the combination of pleasure and pain such a sweet sensation I can no longer hold in. My walls clench around him, sucking him in deeper. He’s relentless, scissoring inside me, stretching me open while his other hand fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“Answer me! Was it my boyfriend again, the one who can’t keep his cock out of trouble? Did he get another taste of this pussy before I did?” he demands, his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my thigh through the thin material of his boxer briefs.
“No! Fuck, Xavier, please...” I gasp, grinding my hips against his hand, chasing the building pressure. Lies spill out, but my body’s honest, gushing over his hand as he finger fucks me harder. “There was no one. I’ve just been playing what I heard from Tristan’s bedroom on repeat in my head.”
It’s technically not a lie. Since I got into the bedroom, all I can think about being pinned between them, having Tristan in my mouth while Xavier punishes me.
He pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty and needy. I gasp for breath, my chest so tight I can’t get my lungs to fill properly. My body shakes with the denial of release, and I hiss at him.
He stands up and moves away from me, snarling, “Don’t move, or I will make you suffer,” in his wake. My head hangs down in shame and guilt. What the fuck is wrong with me? I swore I’d never let anyone have power over me again, but here I am, practically purring at his feet and panting like a bitch in heat for more.
My heart is beating so fast, I can hear it pounding in my ears. Beyond that, I hear Xavier murmur something, but before I can make out what, he’s quiet again. I lift my head to look around the room, but the sound of rustling behind me and the snap of leather has me flinching. Before I can react in any way, he bends down, capturing my hands behind my back. I tilt forward, unable to stop myself, but he catches me before I fall.
“Don’t want you bruising that pretty face of yours,” he mutters darkly as he wraps a belt around my wrists, tying them together behind my back and hauling me to my feet. I stumble slightly, dizzy from the movement, but I blink a couple of times and recover slowly. When my focus comes back, I see the door to my room open and another body slide inside. Before I can process what’s happening, Xavier tugs me over to the bed and shoves me toward it. This time, I do fall forward, face first, unable to stop myself with my hands. I grunt as I hit the soft coverings, unable to do anything.
“I warned you that if you didn’t tell me the truth, you’d be punished, and I’ve brought someone in to help me,” he whispers into my ear before moving away again.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight?” I hear Tristan’s voice, and when I turn my head, I find him looking down at me with the same kind of dark glint in his eye that Xavier has. He’s mostlynaked too, with only a pair of boxers on. “Was your wife being naughty, my love?”
Xavier moves toward Tristan, his gaze never leaving mine for long, and a dark promise lingers there. Circling Tristan’s neck with possessive fingers, Xavier pulls him in close. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that’s all teeth and dominance as their tongues battle for control. I watch, wide-eyed, my core throbbing harder at the raw display. Xavier’s free hand slides down Tristan’s back, gripping his ass through the thin fabric, while Tristan moans into the kiss. I always knew the two of them together would be a sight, but even my wildest fantasies never made it quite this hot.
“Apparently my wife isn’t just a liar, she likes to listen at doors to private moments between others.” Xavier pulls away from Tristan, leaving their lips glistening and swollen from the punishing kiss, then he gestures to the bed. “If she can’t tell me the truth, then I guess she has no need to be able to talk. Get on the bed, Tristan, in front of her.” He waves at the head of the bed.
Tristan smiles wickedly and removes his briefs, allowing his thick length to spring free before he climbs onto the bed with feline grace. He trails a finger over my heated skin as he passes before settling against the headboard. I turn my head so I can watch him, his hand pumping up and down his cock in long, languid strokes. A bead of precum appears at the tip, making my mouth water for a taste of it.
“On your knees.” Xavier grabs the belt pinning my wrists together and helps me onto my knees, shuffling me up toward Tristan, then he pushes my head down toward Tristan’s dick. “I want you to get him nice and wet, pet.”
I open wide, lapping at the underside before he thrusts in, hitting the back of my throat. Saliva builds quickly, dripping down my chin as I suck, hollowing my cheeks. My eyes burn with tears as he forces himself deeper, and I drag air in through mynose. One of Xavier’s hands circles my throat as I feel him draw his finger through my dripping folds with the other.
“I want to feel his cock in your throat, princess.” His voice is a gravelly rasp that tells me he is not unaffected by what we are doing. “How does she feel, my love?”
Tristan groans as I bob up and down, sucking and using my tongue, taking him deeper with each downward stroke. “Like fucking heaven.”
