This… This could be addictive.
Jas spoke, the words hot against her skin but not for her ears. “How much longer?”
“Another couple minutes.” Ace chuckled. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, princess? I can’t tell what you like more, the leather or the needles.”
Both and neither, because only one thing tied them all together. “Jasper. I like Jasper more.”
“No whining,” he murmured, then licked the corner of her mouth. “Barely even a whimper. You deserve your reward, honey.”
“What’d you promise her, brother?”
“Your tongue, for starters.” The back of Jas’s hand brushed her nipple through her shirt. “I figured you’d be down with that.”
She squirmed as Ace laughed, the sound dark and low. “Better tell me where I can and can’t put it. Fingers too.”
“Both, wherever it gets her off the hardest.” A thread of steel wound through Jas’s voice. “But keep your dick in your pants. This is about Noelle.”
About her. All about her, and she was already melting at the thought of it. She twisted her head and tried to catch Jasper’s mouth, but he held her back and licked her lips again. “When Ace has you fixed up, honey. Then I’m going to kiss you while he fucks you with his tongue.”
She had to pant to get enough air to speak. “That’s so dirty.”
“Mmm.” Jas reached down to grip her leg, his fingers curving along her sensitive inner thigh. “You can tell him not to touch you.”
Did he want her to? Was this a test of loyalty? Tension started to curl around her, until she realized her answer was the same either way. “He can if you want him to.”
Ace clucked his tongue. “If you’d ever had my face between your legs before, you’d sound more excited.”
Noelle ignored him and stared into Jasper’s eyes as the world floated around her. “Anything, if you think it’ll make me feel good. I want to feel good.”
Jas’s fingernails dug into her skin, just a little. “You can’t separate them, can you? Whatever I want will get you off.” He bent low, spoke directly into her ear. “I want you to have other people, find out what you like. Get and give pleasure before you settle on me.”
There was a message under the words, one she’d have to think hard about. Later. For now, she could only nod and ease her knees apart. “I like this.” If he slid his hand up a few inches, under her skirt, he’d see how much.
Instead, his hand retreated. “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed without hesitation.
He studied her, his gaze roving over her parted lips. Finally, he eased his thumb between them. “Suck.”
It was like one of her dark fantasies come to life. Jasper, looming over her bound, helpless body, rasping dirty commands. Orders that absolved her of any complicity in her own defilement. Shuddering, she sealed her lips tight and sucked, and she’d almost forgotten about Ace until he hissed out a breath. “Fucking hell, Jasper.”
“I know.” He glided the pad of his thumb over her tongue. “She’s beautiful.”
Drunk on the look in his eyes, on the buzz trembling through her body, Noelle scraped her teeth over his thumb.
He pulled free of her mouth with a pop and smiled approvingly. “That’s good, honey.” The smile lingered as he tugged lightly at her silky shirt. “Is this Lex’s too?”
“Yes. I didn’t buy much yesterday.” Mostly just the corset, the one he’d liked so much.
He drew something from his pocket, but she didn’t get a good look at it until it clicked and light glinted off the blade. A knife. He teased the tip under the already-plunging neckline and slit the fabric clean away from her skin.
Her breasts spilled free, unbound and heavy. She twisted so hard that Ace grabbed her forearm with a warning noise, but she couldn’t sit still. Her pulse pounded in her ears and between her legs. She was painfully aware of her clitoris, of the way it seemed as hard and hungry as her nipples.
If he cut off her skirt, she might come from that alone.
But he folded the knife and put it away. “Stay still, honey. The longer it takes, the longer you wait.”
“Jasper—”
Before he could say anything, Ace tweaked her nipple, pinching hard enough to force her breath out in a moan. “Jesus, she’s hot for it,” he murmured as he went back to the tattoo. “One more line, honey, and then we’ll play with you.”
“She’ll want the cuffs too.” Jas sounded certain.
“That so?” Ace drawled.
As if there was any question. Noelle felt as if every day stripped away a layer of numbness, a layer of respectability. The girl who’d stumbled out of Eden might have bowed beneath the hard work and endless rules of the commune.
The girl she wanted to become could only live here, in the darkness of the sector slums. “Yes. I want cuffs.”
Ace hummed. “What do you say, Jasper? How much more can she take without someone working her off?”
He stroked the same nipple Ace had tweaked, a gentle touch instead of a rough one. “Not long. Finish blacking out the bar, and we’ll give her a break, make her come. Then you can start on the rest.”
Noelle groaned and rocked on the seat, so hungry she didn’t care if she looked shameless. “Have you two done this a lot? Tied a girl up and made her listen to you talk dirty about what you were going to do to her?”
“Oh, she’s cute, Jas. She thinks we’ve been talking dirty.”
“Ace isn’t dirty,” Jas observed conversationally as his hand drifted down, over the waistband of her skirt. “He’s obscene.”
Lower. Lower. If she thought it hard enough, maybe he’d slide his fingers over her wet panties and realize how close she was to shaking to pieces. “What’s the difference?”
Ace finished the final line with a flourish and reached out to catch her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Dirty’s saying I’m going to make you come. Obscene’s saying I’m going to spread your pretty pink pussy lips open and spank your clit until you come all over my face.”
Oh God.
Jas chuckled softly. “Obscene makes for quite a show, doesn’t it, Noelle?”
Obscene made her clench tight in anticipation. Not even embarrassment could banish the entrancing image, though her imagination put Jasper between her knees. His hand opening her, his fingers delivering punishment and pleasure.
She wet her lips and closed her eyes. “I like it.”
The hem of her skirt inched higher on her thighs. “How much?” Jas asked.
Saying it shouldn’t be any worse than enjoying it, but she had to force the words out in a raspy, self-conscious whisper. “Enough to beg you to—to touch my pussy. Either of you. Both of you.”
“Enough to trust us to take care of you, no matter what?”
“Yes. Yes.” And it wasn’t a lie. Even Ace’s irritating princesses and crude flirting didn’t bother her when Jasper so obviously ruled over his friend. And she trusted Jasper. With everything.
Jas’s hand slid higher under her skirt, almost distracting her from the stab of discomfort as Ace smoothed some sort of gel over the inside of her wrist.
She felt like the surface of the family’s garden fountain before the workers turned on the water in the morning. Still and dark, a smooth mirror that would erupt in endless waves with a single touch.
One touch. She could have arched her body off the chair and found his fingers. Instead, she let her eyes drift open and stared up at Jasper. Waiting. Needing.