Heat spreads across my cheeks, the memory of his cock twitching against my pussy all too fresh. If I’m honest, it was one of the hottest moments of my life.
“Careful, Hannah. I think that pretty ass of yours needs a spanking for making me lose control.”
A shiver of need vibrates through me, the plug only heightening the ache.
How the fuck am I meant to stand my ground when my body is already so addicted to their pretty promises?
Before I can do something stupid like allow him to make good on that threat, I turn on my heel and head back to the room they put me in last night.
But as soon as I step through the doorway, I remember that I dropped my bag when Rowan caught me trying to leave.
Shit.
I press my eyes closed and drag in a steadying breath.
How the hell did I get here? A few months ago, I was content in my own little world, not letting anyone get too close, not allowing people into my heart because I knew better.
Now here I am in a clusterfuck I don’t know how to escape.
I groan, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling. I’ll need to find my phone so I can figure out where the hell I am, and then I can make a plan.
All I know is that I can’t stay here.
Walking down the steps with a plug in my ass is an experience I’d rather not repeat any time soon.
I should have removed the damn thing, but the submissive part of me knows better than to do that without permission.
It’s not until I reach the bottom step that I notice my bag on the couch, definitely not where I dropped it, but that was probably by design.
I won’t try to leave without it, and I won’t be able to grab it without being noticed.
Asher moves around the kitchen with ease, his tattooed chest bare and on display. He may have retired from professional sports almost a year ago, but I’d still argue he’d beat the shit out of anyone he got in a ring with even now.
“See something you like, Hannah?” Asher’s amused voice startles me out of my thoughts, and when I meet his gaze, I find him smirking over his shoulder at me.
Asshole.
“You know you’re hot. You don’t need me to stroke your ego.” I roll my eyes and move toward my bag on the couch. Maybe I can slip out while he’s distracted with breakfast.
With a plug in your ass and no pants on?I ask myself.
Okay, maybe I won’t be doing that.
“You and I both know that’s not what I want you to stroke, Little Doe.”
I open my mouth to respond, but quickly snap it shut again. It’s unfair how often he renders me speechless.
He glances down at whatever he has cooking on the stove before stalking toward me. His long strides eat up the distance before I can consider backing away, and the next thing I know, I’m crushed against his hard chest.
Fuck. I never knew something as simple as a hug could feel like this until Asher and I started dating. It’s like he’s siphoning the stress with nothing more than his arms around me and his chin resting on the top of my head.
One of his hands strays to my ass, and my body clenches involuntarily.
“None of that, Hannah,” he murmurs as his fingers brush over the plug before a pleased sound escapes his throat. “Such a good girl.”
A shiver of desire spreads through my body despite the orgasm I had twenty minutes ago. Something tells me if I were able to stay with Rowan and Asher, I would spend all my time horny and desperate.
He tugs at the plug, dragging my mind back to the present and a strangled groan from my throat. “You’re going to wear this for a few hours.”
