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  But too soon, he tore his mouth from hers and stepped away, already walking behind her. “You are just being cruel,” she accused over her shoulder.

  “Pain is pleasure,” he reminded her, his hands on the jacket that held her captive. “Would you like to leave now?”

  “No, damn you. I do not want to leave, and you know it,” she ground out. “I want you to stop teasing me.”

  “We have barely gotten started,” he replied. “I’m going to untie you, but you will keep your hands at your back. If you do not, our play ends here and now. Understood?”

  “You’re killing me.” He wasn’t touching her. She really wanted him to touch her again.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she yelled. “Yes, I understand.”

  The jacket came off her hands, offering her blessed freedom that she contemplated using to push him to the ground, mount him, and slide his cock right inside her. It had been so long since she’d felt him inside her. But it was a short-lived fantasy, staved off by another more insistent pleasure.

  Jacob dangled a silk tie down the front of her, brushing it across her nipples, sending a tingling straight to her thighs. At the same time, he reached for her hand and drew it behind her to close it around his cock, stroking it with both their hands and hers. He was thick and pulsing in her palm, the wet, slick tip silky against her fingers. She worked it, cursing her short reach, the limitations he gave her at every turn. Still, she stroked him, touched him, did her very best to drive him over the edge, to force away his restraint. To make him enter her.

  But he didn’t enter her; he teased her again, driving her wild. Suddenly, the silk tie was on her wrist, and he lifted it to her side to secure her hand to the right side of the golden arch. Darla started to turn.

  “Stay as you are,” he said shortly, his hand on her waist. His gaze locked on hers, waiting for her confirmation. The idea of more pleasure without satisfaction, more torture that was the denial of orgasm, was now bordering on excruciating.

  He arched a brow at her hesitation. “Ready to end this?”

  “Ready to tie you up,” she countered.

  He laughed, low and sexy, and brought her hand to his mouth, teasing her fingers with his tongue. “That’s not part of the game.”

  “Not this time,” she said, turning away from him, silently agreeing to be tied up. One day soon, she would tie him up and torture him as he was doing to her. She’d go down on her knees and lick his cock, tease it with her tongue, and never take him in her mouth, never let him come. Oh, yeah, revenge would be sweet, she decided as he finished securing her hands at her sides. He stepped behind her, his cock pressed to her hip as he reached around her and dangled two sliver clips in front of her.

  “Jewelry for your lovely nipples,” he said, dragging the silver over her erect tips and nibbling her neck.

  She inhaled, her nipples tightening against the friction. “You’re going to put those on me?”

  “No,” came a male voice from the shadows. “I am.”

  Shock spread through Darla, her head snapping to the familiar male voice. Marcus stepped out of the shadows and to the end of the pedestal, and he was naked and aroused.

  Chapter Five

  “I thought you didn’t want to share me?”

  Jacob heard the panic in her voice and cradled her close to him, his lips brushing her ear, his hand splaying over her stomach. Marcus held steady at the pedestal, waiting for Jacob’s okay to approach. He trusted Marcus as he would a brother. They’d shared women before, but this wasn’t just any woman, this was the one he loved. But it had been Marcus that told him Darla would always feel insecure about the life Jacob had inside the Society until she understood it, until she’d experienced it, and he’d been right.

  “I don’t want to share,” he said. “But I realized something when you were standing up here, all tall and proud while I watched you. I know what I’m giving up when I leave this all behind for you. But you have no idea—you haven’t explored it. So I’m going to take you on a journey. I’m going to show you everything the Society has to offer. Then if you walk away, you do it without regret. Like I will.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head, trying to turn to him. “No. I don’t need this, Jacob. I know I choose you.”

  He brushed hair from her face, kissed her cheek, her neck. “Are you going to tell me that you don’t feel aroused by both of us wanting you?”

  “I’m aroused because you made me that way,” she whispered. “I don’t need Marcus.”

  “But you want him,” he said, reaching around her and stroking her breasts, gently now, easing her into what was new to her. “I want you to explore this world. I want you to know what you want like I know I want you.”

  “It’s not right,” she whispered.

  “It’s not right if you say it’s not right,” he agreed. “I’ll untie you and send him away. All you have to do is tell me to.” He caressed her body, slid his cock along the seam of her body. “You’re so wet you’re dripping. You want this. Tell him to come to us. Tell him, Darla.” He brushed his cheek against her. “This is our experience. Our exploration into pleasure together.” He nipped her ear. “Tell him to come to us.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Then I will,” he said, turning her head and brushing his lips over hers, waiting for a reply that came in her barely there nod.

  Jacob motioned to Marcus, kissing Darla, distracting her from Marcus’s approach. She was nervous; she was guilty. He wanted neither of those things for her. He wanted her pleasure, her submission. He wanted her completely. That meant giving, not taking. Freeing her to pleasure, not enslaving her to his.

  Marcus stopped in front of her, close, so close she wouldn’t have to look at him, and Jacob felt her stiffen. Felt her tremble as Marcus began touching her, slowly moving her mouth to his, tasting her lips. She moaned and tried to bite it back.

  “Don’t hold back,” Jacob cooed in her ear, reaching around her and handing the clamps to Marcus, tweaking her nipples to prepare them for her next level of pleasure.

  Marcus licked her nipple, suckled it. She arched into his mouth, her back pressed to Jacob. Jacob and Marcus looked at each other in silent agreement. Marcus slid the clamp onto her nipple. She gasped, and her eyes lowered to Marcus.

  “It hurts,” she cried.

  “Give it a moment,” Jacob promised, and then held her through a moan as the pleasure swept through her. He eyed Marcus. “Tighten it.” She gasped again.

  Marcus licked her unattended nipple and clamped it. She cried out, and Marcus slid down to his knees, eying Jacob for approval before he drew her into his mouth. Soft sounds of pleasure, pleas for release, slid from her mouth into Jacob’s. He kissed her, touched her, made sure she felt pleasure in every inch of her body. And then she shuddered and jerked into release.

  Jacob untied Darla’s hands with one intention—to bury himself as deeply as he could get inside her.

  The minute her arms were free, Darla turned into Jacob’s arms. He kissed her, soft and passionate, but there was a raw hunger beneath his surface. “Jacob,” she whispered, the need to pleasure him immense.

  Marcus came up behind her, enclosing her with his body. She was between them, these two gorgeous men. She could feel them everywhere, but yet, she needed more. The idea that she was doing this was incomprehensible, yet it was happening.

  Jacob picked her up and carried her to the bed with the curving arms and sat her down. She reached for him, stroking his cock with her hand and lapped him with her tongue, drawing in the salty sweetness of his arousal. Marcus sat down beside her, flicking the silver clamps on her nipples, drawing her hand to his cock. It was a powerful feeling, having one of them in her mouth, the other in her hand.

  She sucked Jacob deeper, tightened her grip on the base of his thick erection. Somehow they moved her; she barely knew when. Jacob sat against the arm, and she was on all fours, sucking him deeper and deeper. Marcus was behind he
r, stroking her clit, rubbing his cock against her. The pleasure ripped through her, and with each stroke of Marcus’s cock along the seam of her body, she sucked Jacob harder, deeper.

  A rough guttural sound slid from Jacob’s lips, and he pulled her to him, over him, until she straddled his hips. Marcus moved behind her, handing Jacob a condom, which he ripped open. Marcus teased her nipples while Jacob sheathed himself and then settled his hands on her waist, balancing her as he pulled her down to his erection. Their eyes met and held, and he pulled her slowly down on top of him, sliding in inch by inch.

  He pulled her mouth to his, “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”

  “Yes,” she agreed. “Far too long.”

  “Prove it.” He ordered in a guttural challenge, pulling her down as he thrust into her.

  Darla leaned into him and pumped against him, lost in a frenzy of need, riding him, kissing him, until with a guttural sound of pleasure, he exploded inside her. The sound, the look of pleasure on his face, drove her wild.

  She bucked against him, ground herself against the hard pulse of his contracting cock, the climb to the edge controlling her until she fell over, tumbled with a sucked-in breath, her voice lost as her womb shattered into spasms that shook her to her very core. She fell against Jacob, burying her face in his neck, kissing his neck.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her hair, his hand so gentle—such a contrast to the wildness, the rough dark hunger she’d seen in him only moments before. She loved that contrast, devoured it with tender kisses on his jaw.

  Behind her, Marcus began trailing his lips over her back, his hands caressing as gently as Jacob’s were, turning more sensual, exploring her body, until he slowly eased her to a sitting position and drew her back to his chest. Jacob was still inside her, his dark stare watching her, as Marcus stroked her breasts, arousal bleeding into Jacob’s features, into her body where he thickened. Jacob began pumping into her again, and she lost herself, wasn’t even sure when or how she was on her side, Marcus at her back, Jacob at her front.

  “My turn,” Marcus said, his cock pressing the seam of her backside. She gasped as Jacob pulled out of her, as Marcus slid in from behind. Marcus cocooned her, hard muscle wrapping her, his dick buried deep inside her, one hand on her stomach, the other squeezing her breast. The pressure of the clips on her nipples ripped through her, tore at her with pain and pleasure. She could barely breathe.

  “So hot, and wet,” Marcus said. “I can see why Jacob can’t get enough of you.”

  “So hot,” Jacob agreed, stroking her clit, kissing her.

  Her senses were exploding, her body on fire. “I need…”

  “Need what?” Marcus asked.

  “Jacob,” she gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulder. “More. Need more.”

  Jacob slid his hand over her hip, pressed closer. “More,” he agreed, and she knew he looked at Marcus, knew they said something, but she didn’t know what.

  Suddenly Marcus pulled out of her, and she cried out with the injustice of it. But then Jacob was there, inside her, filling her, and Marcus was spreading something warm and tingling along her backside, pressing fingers inside her, invading her from behind. She cried out with the first entry then moaned as pleasure roared through her.

  Jacob’s tongue delved past her gasps, stroked her into oblivion, held her captive, as he pumped into her, as oh—there weren’t fingers inside her anymore; there was Marcus. Stretching her—it hurt, but it was a hurt like nothing she’d ever known. A hurt that spiraled inside her and had her dripping, clutching Jacob’s thickness inside her.

  She forgot her cry of protest, her fingers curling on Jacob’s chest. He pumped in, pulled out. Marcus pumped in, pulled out. Then they were both buried inside her, and it was too much; it was not enough. Two men inside her, front and back, driving her wild. She lost all sense of time, of identity besides the woman that belonged between these two gorgeous male bodies. Orgasm came on her and rolled into another until it felt like one long, riveting ride into bliss.

  When it was over, Jacob pulled her close, held her, kissed her tenderly, and then stroked her hair from her face. Marcus caressed her neck, kissed her shoulder. And if she hadn’t already melted into a puddle of desire, she would have melted into sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Darla woke from a deep sleep, curled against Jacob’s chest, his arms snugly around her, and she knew instantly they were alone. She bit her lips, thinking of everything that she’d done, smiling as she thought of the pleasure, of all the things Jacob had murmured to her.

  Her fingers brushed Jacob’s lips, his jaw, a strand of his blond hair. He was handsome, a gorgeous man. The man she loved. But he shared you, a voice in her head said. He’d been willing to give up the Society, said he never wanted to share you, but he did. Something had changed. You offered yourself to Marcus. And then he offered Marcus to you, wanting you to decline, and you not only accepted him, you enjoyed him.

  Darla sat up, her hand to her stomach, her back to Jacob, suddenly sick, her head spinning with the impact of understanding. Knowing she’d lost Jacob. Knowing she should have turned Marcus away. What had she been thinking?

  “Darla?” Jacob said behind her, his voice tight, not tender, not loving.

  “I need to go home.” She looked around for her clothes, suddenly shy about her nudity.

  Suddenly, his hand closed around her, and he pulled her to the bed on top of him. “Not this time,” he said. “You aren’t pushing me away. What we did wasn’t wrong. It was pleasure.” He brushed hair from her eyes. “Don’t make it wrong.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “Marcus—”

  He kissed her to silence her. “You told me I should have brought you into this world a long time ago, so you could make your own decisions. I tried to protect you, and all I did was drive you away. I let you wonder what I was hiding, made you wonder what else I indulged in. I saw that last night. I understood. I understand. I love you, Darla. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll show you as little or as much of this world as you want. But know this—if anyone is teaching you anything, it’s me. And no one touches you without me present.”

  Her heart swelled, and her hand settled on her cheek, realization rushing through her, warming her. Marcus had been a gift, a look into the Society, into his past. One that gave her the opportunity to give herself to Jacob without fear, armed with understanding. “What if I don’t want to share our lessons?”

  Tenderness filled his eyes, and he curled his fingers around hers and kissed her knuckles. She could feel him between her legs, thick with arousal. “Then I will promise to be both thorough and creative in my lessons. Shall we start now?”

  “No,” she said. “I still want to go home.” His brow furrowed before she added. “And I want you to come with me.”

  His sensual mouth lifted, his eyes twinkling with hunger. “After your first lesson.” And he slipped inside her, filling her, and yes, taking her home—finally home, sweet blissful home.

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