She wouldn’t mind the spanking, but in this case, she’d been a very good girl. And despite the fact that it had made her uncomfortable, she’d only put on the clothes Wolf had given her. And he hadn’t given her a pair of underwear.
He kept one arm wrapped around her waist, and the other found her knee. He forced it to open further. She could feel the cool air on her flesh. A little thrill went through her. She’d never done anything like this, but she’d dreamed of it. In her darker fantasies, she’d been placed on display and touched and admired. Bryce had told her she was a freak when she’d mentioned her desires to him.
But she didn’t want to think about Bryce. She wanted to think about Wolf’s hand on her thigh.
“Tell me something, sweetheart.” Wolf’s voice was thick and dark, his lips tickling her ear. “Are you thinking about what happened now?”
So this was Wolf’s version of therapy. She had to admit, she preferred Wolf’s hands on her to sitting in Leo’s office. “Not anymore.”
And she was calmer. Oh, her heart was racing, but her mind wasn’t now. Her mind was on one thing—the hand that was doing a slow slide up her leg. He’d started at her knee, his fingers skimming the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
“Good. I don’t want you to worry about it. If you’re still scared, I’ll sleep on your couch or I’ll talk to Julian and get you a room here for the night.”
“I’m fine, Wolf.” She sighed as his hand reached the top of her thigh, pushing back the little skirt, leaving her pussy on full display. From Wolf’s vantage point, he couldn’t see it, but other people could. “He just took my laptop. He was an asshole criminal. I was due a new laptop anyway.”
And now, with Wolf’s fingers starting to tease their way toward her pussy, it didn’t seem so ominous. Not everything was about Bryce Hughes and his crimes. Some bad crap just happened because it happened. She’d done what she needed to do. She’d called the police and filed the proper reports. Worrying about it now would do nothing but bring her misery.
And she had better things to do.
“Do you want me to stop?” Wolf asked, his voice low and teasing as though he knew what her answer would be.
“No.” She shifted her legs open. That damn skirt was in the way.
He taunted her, brushing his fingers against her pussy. Soft, tantalizing, tormenting. He made small circles with his fingers. “I’m glad. One of the fantasies you indicated on your contract was public exhibition.”
“I just said I was curious.” And now she was pretty sure she was deeply curious.
“Someone’s watching.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She felt eyes on her. She lifted her face and saw who was watching her.
Leo.
Leo stood at the edge of the crowd, his back to the stage. Julian was working Finn over. No one else was paying a bit of attention to her, but Leo seemed laser focused in.
“Don’t stop.” If Leo wanted to watch her, then she would let him. He’d proven he could compartmentalize. So could she. In the dim light of the dungeon, she could still see the way his eyes latched on to her.
“Tell me something, love,” Wolf said, his fingers finally moving into her labia. “In all those weeks we talked, did you ever touch yourself while you were thinking about me?”
She sighed and relaxed in Wolf’s arms, her eyes never leaving Leo’s. She felt like there was an odd connection to him in that moment, like an invisible rope crossed the space between them. “Yes. Wolf, you know my past. I’ve had two lovers in my life. My high school boyfriend and my husband. And I hadn’t slept with Bryce in over a year before he died. I’m afraid I touch myself a lot.” She frowned. “Well, I did until some bossy man told me I couldn’t anymore.”
He chuckled behind her, and she gasped when he stroked her clit. His fingers moved easily against the flesh of her pussy. She was so wet. She had gotten soft and moist as she stood there watching Finn Taylor take his Master’s whip.
“Well, now you don’t have to touch yourself. I’ll do it for you.” Wolf slipped a single finger into her pussy, rotating and stretching her.
Her eyes met with Leo’s. There was no way to mistake the erection he was sporting. Leo’s leathers had tented, but he didn’t make a single move to cover himself up. He merely watched, his gorgeous face stony.
“So you never slept with my brother?”
The question brought her out of the sensual haze Wolf was weaving. “No. I never slept with Leo.”
Just that one perfect kiss when she almost forgot all of her pure reasons for walking away from him. When Leo had kissed her, she’d nearly sunken into him as though she could bind their flesh together. One perfect kiss and then it was all over.
“Because the way he’s looking at you makes me think he wants you badly.” Wolf’s voice had turned serious, but he never let up on the slow slide of his fingers.
It was getting harder and harder to think. Leo was watching while his brother finger-fucked her. God, Leo could see her pussy. What was she doing? Why was she doing it?
“Do you want to come?” Wolf asked.
How long had it been since she’d come? Had she ever really? Her sexual life had consisted of a “too green to know what to do” boyfriend and her husband, who didn’t really care whether she’d enjoyed the experience or not. For the longest time, she’d decided that sex was a lie perpetrated by men. It was severely overrated, and then Leo had kissed her.
And she’d wanted. Really wanted. She’d felt like a hormonally crazed teenager—the way she had before life and all its little miseries had beaten her down. She’d wanted, and she’d known that she just might get what she’d wanted.
Wolf was offering her that. Weeks of talking to him had given her a sense of intimacy. The contract they’d signed gave her both peace that everything was out in the open and confidence that Wolf wanted this, too.
“Make me come,” she said. She wanted. She wanted to want.
There was a hard pinch to her clit, and she nearly screamed at the sensation. It wasn’t pain exactly. It sparked from her pussy and sizzled out across her flesh.
“Do you talk to your Dom that way?” The question was whispered into her ear, but there was no way the volume of his voice softened the words. They were harsh, a nasty, dirty, sexy threat.
Oh, yeah, she was beginning to understand just how much of a freak she was, and the crazy thing was, she was perfectly fine with it. For the first time in years, it felt like her eyes were open wide and the world was hers for the taking.
“No.”
He slapped her pussy, an open-handed smack that had her yelping even as her pussy became drenched with juice. “What do you call me? You’re going to have to learn some manners, love. What do you call me when my fingers are in your cunt? What do you call me when my hand is smacking your ass? What are you going to call me when my cock is halfway up that pretty asshole you have?”
“Sir.” She couldn’t get the word out fast enough. “Sir. I call you Sir. Please forgive me.”
As much as she’d like the spanking, she wanted to come. She wanted those big fingers deep inside her, fucking her cunt.
And she wanted Leo to watch. God, his eyes on her were making her crazy. She looked up.
Wolf chuckled. “Yes, love, he’s still watching. If he doesn’t come in his leathers, I’ll let you spank me.”
She laughed a little at the thought of big, strong Wolf taking his pants down and offering up his ass.
Wolf’s hand pulled the skirt up roughly, forcing it around her waist. No question now. She was on display. Her current Dom was displaying her to the man she’d loved. Wolf was showing off her pussy, his fingers gliding in and out, wet with her cream. Leo was watching unabashedly, his cock straining against his leathers. And she was writhing in pleasure, her legs spread, giving Wolf access and Leo a better view. It was decadent. It was perverted. It was the single most erotic experience of her life.