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He’d surrendered right at that moment, determined to be the best she’d ever had,
to belong to her
as she’d said. He wanted that more than anything.

So he took Craig’s cock, despite the fact he knew his buddies were watching and he’d never hear an end to their teasing, and he took the dildo shoving up his ass faster and faster.

His only complaint, if his mouth hadn’t been too full to utter it, was that his dick felt ready to burst, so full of blood and heat the skin felt ready to split if he didn’t come soon. His entire body shuddered and quivered.

Then he felt it—her motions eased. She reached beneath him. With one flick of her finger, she freed him from constriction. Relief trembled through him. He gave a muffled shout, moving his hips inside the hand encircling him, fucking through it, ready to blow. But she hadn’t said he could, and he wouldn’t—not until she said so. He’d come too far, sacrificed too much, to spoil her moment.

“It’s okay, Gus,” she said, her whisper strained. “It’s okay. Come for me. Do it now, baby.”

Tears filled his eyes. Thanking God for the blindfold that hid his distress, he clamped hard around Craig, sucking him in deeper until he felt the first spurt of hot come jetting down his throat. Gus rammed his hips against the sawhorse, forward and back to meet her steady strokes, and finally came in a tense, furious flurry.

The strength of his orgasm caught him by surprise. His breath held, his body hardened—back arched, buttocks clenched. A deep, throaty moan vibrated around the cock stuffed in his mouth. His balls, so tight and hard, exploded, sending thick, scalding spurts bubbling from his cockhead to soak the hand gliding urgently up and down his shaft.

When at last he stopped moving, Gus lay draped over the sawhorse, completely spent, only the chains keeping him from folding toward the floor. Craig withdrew his softening cock.

Freed to breathe through his mouth, Gus hung there, arms stretched, his body shaking head to toe.

The dildo withdrew and hands were suddenly everywhere, lifting him upright, a strong shoulder coming under his own. The manacles were unlocked, freeing his wrists. The blindfold loosened and fell away.

The first thing he saw was Aislinn’s face just beneath his. She slid her arms around him and hugged him, the dildo she’d had to have worn no longer attached to the harness encircling her thighs and naked crotch. He had the urge to tell her to get some clothes on, but then he was naked, and so was she, so his next thought was how much he wanted her under him, his cock, soft or not, resting inside her, comforted by her warmth.

“Are you okay?” she asked, leaning back to look into his face.

He gave her a crooked smile. “My ass and my dignity are feelin’ a little bruised, but yeah, I’m okay.” Then he straightened, letting his arm slip from Craig’s shoulder and reaching to the side to give him a brotherly shove. “Not a damn word.”

Craig grinned. “Should I mention how awesomely good you are at blow jobs, bro?”

Gus aimed a killing glare his way, but Craig laughed, looking down as he rolled up his sweatpants to conceal his limp cock. “Sucked the chrome right off.”

Then, ignoring smiles and applause as he stepped off the stage, Gus grabbed for Aislinn’s hand. “You owe me.”

Her smile was comically shy, given what she was and wasn’t wearing. “You earned it.”

Gus squeezed her hand. “Get changed,” he said, done with submitting. She was on his time now. “We’re headin’ out.”

She walked away, her pretty little ass swaying, her shoulders and back held straight and proud.

“Have to say you surprised me.”

Gus turned to find Mondo behind him, his always watchful gaze studying his face.

“What did she promise you?”

“That I could have her any way I wanted.”

Mondo snorted. “Have you thought about what that is?”

“Don’t go gettin’ in my head. I want straight-up sex. Boring vanilla. Me on her, in her, every way I’ve imagined.” Gus blew out a deep breath. “Am I wrong to think she wants that too?”

Mondo shook his head, his mouth curving into a slow smile. “Don’t go easy on her. She feels guilty for pushing you. Punish her a little so she doesn’t feel like the giving is one-sided. Let her give back…to you.”

Gus grimaced, realizing his cock was beginning to fill again. He cupped a hand over his burgeoning erection. “This has nothin’ to do with you.”

Laughter rolled from Mondo. “Better get dressed or Craig will think you’re missing him.”

“Helluva Friday night,” Gus muttered. He glanced toward the changing room door where she’d disappeared. Straight-up vanilla might be what he wanted, but he wondered whether something else might be what they both needed right about now.

“Look, Mondo, I may need a little help.”

When he’d surrendered everything to her, he’d felt that indefinable moment of what Mondo often referred to as the power exchange. He’d given control to her, but felt no less a man. He’d given her what she needed and wanted.
 
Now it was his time to take a little back, to test her limits and see whether she trusted him as much.

Smiling to himself, he thought that if part of what she returned was a little of her starchy pride, then that seemed more than fair.

Chapter Seven

Aislinn sat cuddled against Gus in the cab of his pickup, nearly dozing. She’d left her car at the club, eager to be alone with him, and although it seemed they’d driven aimlessly for a really long time, she didn’t mind. The quiet was restful, something she sorely needed.

Streetlights interrupted the darkness as his big truck ate up the pavement. Country music played softly on the radio.

She yawned and sank her cheek against the side of his upper arm. “I wouldn’t care if he did ‘lie like a Persian rug’, I still wouldn’t throw a diamond ring in a river.” His snort of laughter buffeted her cheek, and she grinned. “I’m a little more practical. Just sayin’.”

Gus snorted. “Maybe she should have chained him up and fucked his ass instead.”

She snickered softly. “Think he might have liked that a little too much?”

His head shook, teeth gleaming in the darkness. “Sweetheart, she wasn’t you.”

She liked that he wanted to reassure her, but she still wondered. “You okay with…everything?”

He shot her a quick glance. “Are you happy?”

“More than I can say.”

“Well, hold that thought…”

She hadn’t a clue where they were going until Gus pulled into a subdivision. She straightened in her seat, looking around at the small, neat yards and modest homes illuminated by streetlamps. “This where you live?”

“Yes. Bought the house a year ago. It’s fixer-upper. Not much to look at just yet. I work on it when I get time.”

The house was single-story bungalow, large windows on either side of the polished wood door, a dingy white stucco exterior with a dark metal roof. The yard was large, but other than trees in the front and back yard, bare. It looked in sore need of a woman’s touch. “I won’t be disappointed with anything you show me,” she assured him.

He shot another glance her way and heat banked in his hazel gaze. She didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that he was holding on to his control by a single, frayed thread.

The moment the door closed behind them, he gripped her waist and hauled her up his body. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her, turning with her this way and that as though glancing around her to find his way. Moving to the center of the room, he stopped, kissing her silly.

The lights went on. Her head jerked back, eyes widening. “Talent. I didn’t hear a clap.”

“Not talent,” he murmured. “Friends. Take a look around.”

Aislinn peered over his shoulder. Her heart grew still as she realized they were very far from alone. Mondo, Craig and one other guy she’d seen around the club were standing near the far wall.

By their expressions, which were closed, she knew something was definitely up. She glanced back up at the man whose grip on her ass suddenly tightened.

“Gus?”

“You said any way I wanted,” he said, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble. “Trust me?”

She eyed him, trying to read into his expression, but his face was closed. “What’s going on?”

He shook his head. “They’re all here for you because I asked them to be.”

The glint in his eyes was her only clue. “This because I made you suck a man’s cock?” At his raised brow, she added, “And fucked your ass?”

“Give the girl a gold star,” he said, raising a single dark brow.

“This a little payback?” She narrowed her eyes. “What if I like it a little too much?”

“I’ll at least have the satisfaction of pushing you completely past
your
comfort zone, sweetheart.”

“Like I did you… Uh huh.” She paused, realizing at last that he was completely serious. “Then I guess…I’ll trust you to see to my pleasure. And keep me safe.”

His mouth formed a thin, cruel smile. If she hadn’t noted a hint of humor gleaming in his eyes, she’d have been a little frightened.

“A little humiliation can go a long way,” he said, his tone flat. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She jutted her chin, pretending she possessed more courage than she really felt right this moment. Unclasping her legs from around his waist, she let him slowly lower her to the floor. Once there, he turned her and snuggled her against his side.

The three men in front of them began to strip.

Now, she’d seen more than a normal woman’s share of buck-naked men, but watching his friends shed their clothes, baring bodies only a loving god could have molded, took her breath away. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as they undressed, all the while noting the differences among them.

Mondo’s body she knew all too well. He stood in all his caramel-colored glory, chest and groin completely shaved, his thick cock relaxed. Reaching back, he stripped a rubber band from his hair and shook his head. Long, black-as-sin hair fell to his shoulders. His mouth curved into a sly smile.

Her mouth dried in an instant.

Craig, with his pretty-boy blond good looks and shameless grin made her wet. He didn’t have nearly the control over the excitement raging through his body. His long, straight cock was reddened, swollen and completely erect. He clamped his fingers around himself and gave his shaft long, teasing strokes until she glanced up to find him smirking.

Her gaze swung to the third nude male.

“Name’s Beau, ma’am.”

“Hi, Beau,” she said, nervously licking her lips. His body was smooth and a dark creamy coffee. By the slant of his eyes, he was mix of Asian and African American. His body was cut, lean. He had large hands and feet—and a very impressive fat cock, thickly veined, the tip a deep purple.

Her gaze snapped back up to find his lush mouth curving into a satisfied smile.

The three stepped toward her, and it took everything inside her not to duck behind Gus. Not because she was afraid of them, but because she knew where this was going, and her whole body was quivering with so much excitement she felt ready to jump out of her skin.

Instead, she held still as they all three surrounded her and Gus stepped away.

She wasn’t sure where Gus was, but couldn’t be concerned, because his friends were opening her blouse, unzipping her jeans, lifting her feet one at a time to remove her shoes.

Inside two minutes, she was every bit as naked as they were.

Beau lifted her hand, closed his fingers around it and pulled her toward the sofa.

“There’s things you should know about our friend, Gus,” Beau said as he took a seat then pulled her down, arranging her thighs to straddle his lap. His large hands cupped her breasts, thumbs and forefingers gently pinching the tips. “You willin’ to learn?”

She nearly blurted a bratty “depends”, but held it back. Gus wanted this. She wasn’t sure why, but since he appeared to be okay with his buddies having a little fun with her, she wasn’t going to complain. In fact, she was curious about what Gus intended. Somehow, she’d missed reading any hints he was the kind of man who would willingly share his woman. And she had no doubts she was his woman—not after he’d allowed himself to be humiliated for her pleasure. “Is all this meant to be some kind of lesson?”

“This is a little bit about payback, but it’s also about how far Gus’ll go to make you happy. Gus is a traditional kind of guy in his heart—even if he likes gettin’ his ass spanked by a pretty girl.”

He flashed a quick smile. Where his expression had been inscrutable before, his dark eyes now gleamed with devilment.

“And he thinks this will make me…happy?”

“Not exactly. He’s showing you the sky’s the limit. He’ll do and be whatever it takes.”

Before she had a chance to ask more, a condom hit the center of his dark chest.

She looked back to find that Gus had stripped as well. His expression was neutral, but the heat banked in his eyes betrayed his jealousy…and his lust. Challenged by his hot glare, Aislinn picked up the wrapper, tore it open, then went to work rolling it down Beau’s thick cock.

The sounds of latex snapping came from all around the living room, and she stifled a groan. He’d planned an orgy.
What the hell?