Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,7

rapturous high.

He growled again, grinding the hard length of his cock against my back.

A sense of urgency seemed to grip us both. Spun around, I was lifted and my back pressed against the cool shower wall as his cock head slipped into the entrance of my pussy.

Legs squeezing around his waist, I groaned softly and wriggled until I got more.

Then I frowned. Something didn’t feel quite right. “Where has it gone?”

Looking down at me, a smirk lit his face, along with the worst fake innocent expression. “Gone, babe?”

“You’ve taken it out.” He only took the piercing out for one reason. Nervous anticipation bloomed. It might be several weeks before I was due to go into heat, but that terrible feeling that the two of them were scheming resurfaced.

I could feel his amusement through the bond this time. “I’m just—”

“Don’t fuck her!” Ethan growled from beyond the door.

We both groaned—my pussy clenching over nothing. “Oh god, please,” I whispered. “He won’t know.”

We both froze. Damn.

I was dropped to my feet a heartbeat later, and spun to face the wall as he landed three firm slaps against my wet ass. The sluicing water seemed to make the impact twice as sharp, and I squealed.

“That’s very naughty, babe.” His big body pinned mine against cool tiles. I shivered, my entire body coming alive with heat that was so wrong and yet right. “You know he’s in charge. I’ll need to tell him about this.”

God help me, every word spilling from his lips only drove my need higher.

“He didn’t say anything about you sucking my cock, though.” A big hand slipped between my body and the tiles, skimming down until he cupped my pussy, teasing me by rimming the entrance with a thick finger. “Perhaps if you could get on your knees and suck me off like a good girl, I could be persuaded to overlook the matter.”

“Yes, yes, but please, make me come first.” Thoroughly trapped and helpless to his whim, I thought I might be a little delirious how much I wanted him to press that finger inside.

“He’s going to use his belt,” he said as he pressed oh-so-slowly inside.

“Oh god!” I tried to wriggle…to get more.

“Such a little deviant,” Ryker said. “Getting off on the thought of Ethan using his belt. I think you’re going to like what we have planned for tonight.”

Planned? I knew I would, but I was having trouble seeing past my immediate needs.

He began to pump in and out slowly. My forehead pressed against the cool tile, eyes closing as the blissful pleasure began to rise. I was so controlled. Loved every wicked thing they did to me. I belonged to them, to both of them, they could, and did, use me however they saw fit—knew my needs better than I knew myself.

He shifted, and his other hand cupped my ass… before he forced his fingertip into my tight little back hole.

I jerked, utterly helpless as he played in my pussy and teased the back.

“Just getting you ready, baby.” The sensation of his fingers sliding in and out—the image of them taking me together consumed all my mental bandwidth. “Tonight is going to be rough on you, but we know you can take it.”

They weren’t going to… they couldn’t… not again.

“Please, Ryker, I need to come.” My clit throbbed, begging for attention. The slightest touch would send me spinning, and I willed his hand to move, to give me what I needed.

Not to be persuaded, he continued the light, erratic torment.

“I know you still struggle when it’s both of us, so I’m going to spank you first. Not the gentle kind of spanking. The firm kind.” His voice dipped. “The kind that makes you flush. After, Ethan is going to take his belt to you while I hold you over a new bench I bought. Ethan wasn’t up for it at first, but I talked him around.” A swirling mass of dark erotic thoughts leaked through the pair-bond. “Let’s just say, it’s going to be a stretch. Your poor pussy and ass are going to feel like they’re being abused, but it will take your mind off the belt. But that’s only the beginning.”

“I’m going to—”

His fingers disappeared, and I yelped as he stepped back and landed a firm swat on my ass.

I glared at him over my shoulder.

He winked. “On your knees and open up. If you suck me off like a good girl, I’ll consider giving you a reward.”

A derogatory scoffing noise erupted from my