Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,42

of contentment to my ragged breaths.

“Take her shirt and panties off,” came the harsh order.

Jandro obeyed, pulling my top over my head to discard in a corner of the room. I brought my legs together briefly so he could hook his fingers in my underwear, dragging them down to my knees. I shimmied them down the rest of the way and kicked them off when they reached my ankles.

Once naked, I straddled Jandro again and looked up at Reaper, still fully dressed and sitting next to the bed.

“Come here.” I reached for him again, my lips parted and already longing to taste him.

“No.” His expression was aloof, smug, even cruel.

My hand lowered slowly, the shock slicing through me with a sharp pain. He didn’t want me?

I willed my lip not to tremble. “Why not?”

“Because that’s your real punishment, sugar.” He cupped my chin with just his thumb and forefinger, not allowing any more touch. “You can’t have me until you come back.”

“What?” I cried. “I’m not gonna see you for two, maybe three, days!”

He shrugged. “Should’ve thought about that before being so eager to go.”

“Reaper, please!” I looked down at the man under me, then Gunner standing on the opposite side of the bed, hiding something behind his back. “Guys, come on!”

“Sorry, baby girl.” Gunner walked slowly around the bed until he stood behind me. He was shirtless, jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. “We follow our president. In the bedroom, he’s your first man and sets the rules for the rest of us.”

Traitor. I glared at him. After all the time he spent resisting our whole dynamic, now he decided to just fall in line?

“Don’t worry, though.” Gunner’s playful grin returned, his arms giving nothing away to what hid behind his back. “We have a surprise for you.”

“What—ow! Hm!”

Jandro pulled me down with a fist in my hair, silencing me with a rough kiss. His hips moved underneath me, his length, hot and thick, rubbing through his boxers against my lower belly.

I jumped with a shriek when something cold touched my pussy, and whipped my head around at the sound of Gunner’s amused chuckle.

“Relax, baby girl.” He sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing the cold thing against my soaked core, and pressed a kiss to my lower back. “It is a punishment, but you’ll still enjoy this.”

“What is it?”

I breathed out a soft gasp as he pushed it inside me. It felt heavy and quickly warmed up with my body temperature. Gunner’s eyes heated, breaths coming out in soft puffs as he gently fucked me with the toy. Then he pulled it out and showed me with a triumphant grin.

A silver, metallic butt plug.

Crack!

“Ah!”

Reaper’s punishing spank came out of nowhere, but neither of the guys seemed surprised. They must have planned this, in some way or another.

“Give that to me and play with her, but do not let her come until I say so.”

Gunner handed Reaper the plug without another word. My eyes locked onto those predatory green eyes as Reaper stuck it in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked my juices off the metal toy like it was an ice cream cone. Our stares remained locked, even as Jandro moved me up and down over his length, and Gunner’s thumb massaged circles around my ass.

My pussy closed around nothing and it bordered on painful. It felt completely unfair that he got to taste me, without even touching me himself, and I wouldn’t feel any part of him for days.

And it hurt the worst, knowing that was the whole point of this.

Reaper pulled the toy from his mouth, the metallic surface now shiny with his saliva. He reached with it, circling the pointed end slowly around my nipple.

“If you were any other woman,” he said softly, dragging the wet, heated metal across my breast. “If you were just some club bitch that didn’t matter to me, do you know what I’d do to you for undermining me?”

The heat and wetness from the toy on my skin didn’t hurt, but the lack of touch from him was painful. He brought it back to his mouth, wetted it again, and continued his torturous path to my other nipple. It could almost feel like a tongue, but wasn’t soft enough, wasn’t him enough.

“I bet you’d actually fuck me,” I ground out at him. “If I was just some whore that mouthed off.”

He laughed lightly, dragging the plug along my sternum now. “No. I’d use my