that bed so fast I get carpet burn from the fucking sheet. She doesn’t have to help me out of my pants—they’re off before I get within a foot of her.
Trinity looks down at my dick and then back up at me with rosy cheeks. For all the world like the fact that she’s made me this hard is something she’s struggling to come to terms with. Then she pats me on the chest.
But I dart forward and kiss her instead. Because fuck the rules—I’ll go mad if I don’t taste her right this second. She responds with a moan that makes my dick throb, and then pushes me away.
“Wait,” she says through a laugh. “Just wait.”
“Fuck, woman,” I growl. “What do you think we’ve been doing the last six months?”
“Cass,” Rube says, voice low.
My skin prickles in warning, and I sit back on my haunches like the good little pet I am because that’s how desperate I am to ensure she’ll let me stay on the fucking bed.
I feel so fucking whipped right now.
And I couldn’t give a shit.
Is this what love is? Because, fuck, I’d never have thought it felt this good.
She calls Rube up next. The bed gives a little creak when he gets on, and I know I’m not the only one who flinches.
Come to think of it…if any one of us could break her, it would be him.
She tugs the towel from his hips, and then kisses each of his pecs while she stares up into his eyes. But when he reaches for her, she leans out of the way, shaking her head.
She takes Apollo’s hand and leads him to the middle of the bed. She positions Rube at her left, me on her right.
When she finally turns back to Zachary, he shifts a little like he’s wondering what’s going on in her pretty head.
And damn it, so am I.
Right now I wouldn’t rule out a circle jerk.
Then she turns around and offers Apollo her deliciously plump ass.
“Oh,” he says. “Fuck.”
I roll my eyes and start shuffling over to him. If he doesn’t know how to fuck our precious Trinity from behind, then I’m going to show him exactly how it’s—
A hand slams into my chest, halting me. I glare across Trinity’s back at Rube. “Man, come on.”
He shakes his head, and I swear he’s suppressing a smile. “Do you want to end up on the floor?” he asks.
Douche bag.
Meanwhile, Apollo’s murmuring, “Um,” and stroking Trinity’s ass like he’s never seen a woman in his life before.
I feel physical pain right now. And that’s because my cock is rock hard and I have nothing to stick it into.
Trinity reaches around and hands Zachary’s belt to Apollo.
I shiver. Hard.
I’d been staring so hard at her perky little tits, I hadn’t even noticed when she took Zach’s belt off his pants.
Which, I’m guessing, was her plan all along. Because judging from the groan Zachary lets out, Apollo’s suddenly stiff body, and an inhale that gives Rube even bigger pecs, none of them noticed either.
“Oh, Trin, no…” Apollo protests weakly.
So she slaps him with the belt. Not hard—I mean, he barely even flinches—but it’s enough to make him reconsider his position on BDSM.
He pats her with the belt.
Christ. I can’t even.
“She’s supposed to feel it, jack ass,” I tell him.
Apollo looks up at me, cringes a little, and whacks her again. This time at least hard enough to leave a faint mark.
She lets out a little sigh, and promptly lays her head on Zach’s thigh, an inch away from his dick.
Which isn’t so flaccid anymore.
“Do you want him to hit me harder?” she whispers, looking up at Zachary.
All he does is groan, and then shift like he wants to get off the bed.
Rube and I move in unison. We each grab one of Zach’s shoulders and slam him back into the headboard hard enough to rattle it against the wall.
He sends us both an angry scowl, but settles down when Trinity moves a little closer, nestling between his legs like a sleepy cat.
From the way her head’s positioned, I’m sure Zach can feel every breath on his dick.
God, and here I thought she was torturing us? Zach’s got the best fucking view in the house, but he can’t touch her, can’t move…and worst of all, he’s not the one holding the belt.
A powerless sadist.
I fucking love it.
And maybe that means I have a touch of sadism in me too, because I’m getting hard from the tortured look on