I look through the drawers until I find what I’m looking for and round the front of the cross.
The moment her eyes lock on what I’m carrying, they flare with a mix of trepidation and excitement, forcing a rough chuckle from my throat. Why am I not surprised that the idea of a wand being held against her pretty little cunt while she gets paddled excites her?
I make quick work of plugging it into the outlet and turn it on to the speed and setting that will drive her wild before closing the distance between us.
“Where are you at, Hannah?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I praise, brushing my fingers along her cheek as she leans into my touch. There’s something about having her trust in my hands that makes my own anxieties push to the surface. There are very few things I’m afraid of, but I’m fucking terrified of losing Hannah. I haven’t spent the last five years watching her every move to allow her to slip through my fingers.
Rowan positions himself behind her and brushes his hand down her back, silently letting her know he’s getting ready to start. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A groan escapes his throat as the word falls from her lips like a quiet prayer.
The first slap of leather against skin makes her jolt, but it’s quickly followed by a soft moan as I press the wand to her aching clit.
“Oh god,” Hannah murmurs as the second strike hits her perfect ass.
“Believe me, sweetheart, God’s not here.” Rowan chuckles, and I can’t help but smirk. She doesn’t realize she’s found herself surrounded by two of the most dangerous men in the city.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROWAN
The pink that blooms across Hannah’s ass and thighs is almost as beautiful as the woman herself.
I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, it’s surreal that we’re finally here. I think back to the first time I ever saw her, the brightness in her green eyes, and the way she smiled at me. I’ll never fucking forget the feeling of that first smile.
It was the moment I knew I had to have her. That I realized every shitty thing I’d done in my life, that Asher and I had both done, had led us to that point, to our reason.
She’s going to be pissed when I remove this mask, but it won’t change anything. She’s mine.Ours. And there’s nothing we won’t do to keep her, even if that means kidnapping her and keeping her at my estate until she comes to her senses.
The slap of leather against her skin makes my cock throb painfully behind my zipper, but I resist the urge to squeeze it. I’m too on edge, too close to losing control to fuck this entire plan up with my need to shove myself so deep inside her she’ll be feeling me for the rest of her life.
The idea has merit, but Asher and I agreed on how tonight is going to go, and I’m not going to deviate from the plan.
The buzzing of the wand Asher holds to her cunt distracts me for a moment, and I stare at the place between her legs from behind, willing myself to remain in place rather than throw this ridiculous fucking mask to the ground and bury my face in her perfect little pussy the way I crave.
Hannah’s moans drag me back to the moment, and I meet Asher’s stare over her shoulder. He raises a brow expectantly, and I deliver a few more hard slaps of the paddle, lapping up every cry and moan as she takes her punishment like a good girl.
Her body tenses, and I watch as she tries desperately to hold her orgasm at bay, but Asher pulls the wand away at the last second, stealing her release just the same way we did in the bar.
“If you think you’re coming anywhere other than on one of our cocks, you’re going to be sorely disappointed,” Asher tells her with a wicked smile, and she lets out a frustrated moan.
He shakes his head disapprovingly, and I watch with keen interest. It’s strange seeing him in a role like this, but it suits him. Perhaps I should have known that he could slip into any position as long as he’s with her. “None of that, Little Doe, or we won’t let you come at all. We’ll bring you to the edge over and over again, just to stop short each time. We’ll take our fingers, cocks, tongues, whatever it is bringing you pleasure off your pussy before you even get the chance to think about your release.”
Hannah shakes her head, and I can imagine her eyes are wide as she stares at him. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
Asher’s smile softens as he closes the distance between them and brings his hand up to cup her jaw. “I know you will, because you’re always a good girl for me.”
A shiver racks through her body and leaves goose bumps in its wake.
Our girl has quite the praise kink. Noted.
“How about we get you down and you can show our friend here what you can do with that pretty little mouth?”
