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  “Not like this, no.” Her voice was hesitant.

  “That was not my question.”

  Montgomery’s brows furrowed as he ran his hands through her hair. “Answer his question, sweetheart.”

  Patience proved difficult as silent moments ticked by. Tension coiled within the supple body across his lap. Lorenzo suppressed a groan as he pinched her ass cheek. She had an hourglass figure with just enough extra sand at her hips for a guy to hold her firmly.

  “Everyone was spanked when they were kids.” She squirmed on his lap. “It’s been awhile, but I’m sure I can handle whatever you dole out.”

  The statement made his blood burn hot, a dormant fury he had no business unleashing here. The scene was about her pleasure. Whatever she’d gone through was ancient history as far as he was concerned. She’d made it abundantly clear, and until he had proof otherwise, it was none of his business until she was ready to share.

  “Remember your safe word.”

  Lorenzo tested the binds to her wrists and earned a frown from Montgomery. Clearly the man hadn’t scened with any of the other Brigade Doms if he thought they’d take anything for granted. A sub’s safety was paramount.

  Montgomery ran his hand through her hair. Lorenzo appreciated the gesture, the ragged breaths falling against his thigh as he rubbed the soft ivory skin from her upper thighs to her lower back. He wanted the first spanking to be memorable, an accurate test of what she could handle later on.

  She jumped with the first impact. A soft gasp escaped her when he landed the second hand firmly in the same spot, a few inches below her ass. Each successive strike heated the firm skin beneath his hand.

  “Your skin is a sexy pink now, Jane. That pleases me immensely.” He rubbed her ass and she arched into his touch. “Settle into my lap and take what I give you.”

  Alternating the impacts made her the most responsive. She fidgeted and rubbed against his thighs. The action spread her legs more. He halted mid-air to run a finger across her pussy.

  “You’re so wet for us it makes me hard.”

  She mewled a sexy mixture of a groan and a plea. Montgomery shifted on the sofa’s arm, clearly as aroused by the sound as Lorenzo had been.

  “Why don’t you prepare something more suitable for us to finish this on?” Lorenzo rubbed Katey’s ass hard enough to make sure she was tuned into his voice. “There’s no reason she can’t be of some use while I redden this sweet ass. Don’t you agree, Jane?”

  When she didn’t answer immediately, he swatted her cheeks full-on. She hissed in response.

  “I expect an answer quickly, sub.” He pulled on her hair.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Yes Sir, what?”

  “Yes Sir, I can be useful.”

  “Very good.” He rubbed her ass and ran his fingers to the insides of her thighs. “If you’re a good girl I’ll let you come.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Montgomery nodded from the corner. The man had moved so fast Lorenzo hadn’t even noticed his absence. The ottoman had been converted into a passable spanking surface, complete with straps. The height was adjusted adequately.

  “Not bad, Montgomery. Not bad.” Lorenzo maneuvered Katey until she was facedown on the leather surface.

  Montgomery tugged on one of the knots and the rope fell away. He repeated on the other side. He smirked. “That’s pretty handy when you’re in a hurry.”

  “I imagine.” Lorenzo knelt and strapped Katey’s ankles into the restraints. “This position will give me full access to that sweet pussy of yours, Jane.”

  Montgomery restrained her wrists until she was spread-eagle. They both stood and waited while she tugged on the binds holding her. Lorenzo held his breath, his cock too hard for him to think about anything beyond the sexy cheeks he intended to feel burn beneath his palm.

  Montgomery tugged on her hair with one hand and undid the zipper to his jeans with the other. “You ready for my cock, Jane?”

  “Yes.”

  Lorenzo swatted her ass with three hard strikes. “Yes Sir, Jane. Next time you forget I’ll use my belt.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Worship his cock with that hot mouth of yours.” Lorenzo began spanking her in earnest, his hand heating the globes of her ass and her thighs.

  Montgomery lowered his jeans and sank his cock into the sexier-than-hell mouth Lorenzo’d fantasized about feeling around his shaft. He fed it into her without mercy. A sexy moan rippled through her entire body.

  Moisture pooled between her legs when Lorenzo touched her pussy. There was no way in hell he was waiting to plunge balls-deep into her. Tonight she’d be his.

  He continued spanking her until her body liquefied beneath his touch. Her breathing became labored gasps as she worked Montgomery’s cock.

  Lorenzo relished the subtle arch of her back when he moved away to grab a condom. Making quick work of his pants, he sheathed his shaft. “I’m going to fuck your pussy nice and hard, Jane.”

  She moaned against Montgomery’s cock. Lorenzo rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy, fucking it in a slow, steady rhythm he had every intention of using with his cock next time.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as he plunged into her wet core. That sexy mewl returned—somewhat distorted by the cock down her throat.

  Montgomery gritted his teeth. “Jane’s really talented with her mouth, man.”

  “Jane’s talented with many, many things.” Lorenzo pivoted his hips and guided her into his deep thrusts. “I want you sore enough tomorrow to remember my cock buried in you. This pussy is mine.”

  A sound escaped her when Montgomery pulled out of her mouth. His hand kept her head secured. “I think she likes that idea. Don’t you, Jane?”

  She gasped as Lorenzo began fucking her harder, deeper. He didn’t want her to talk. Just feel. His vision tunneled until the only thing that existed was her—sweet and tight around his cock.

  “Fuck his cock hard like I am your pussy.” Lorenzo swatted her ass. “Make him come for you.”

  Her quick obedience as she enveloped the length of Montgomery’s cock in her mouth made Lorenzo’s balls tighten and his muscles tense in anticipation. He fucked her harder, deeper until his breathing matched hers.

  He landed a swat to her ass between thrusts. He rubbed her clit and growled his admiration when she came hard and fast. Normally he’d want a sub to wait for permission, but somehow knowing she’d been that close to the edge did a number on him. His entire body coalesced with the ecstasy rippling through her.

  She must’ve tightened her mouth around Montgomery because he cried out his release and held her head gently while he finished off in her mouth. That hot, sexy mouth Lorenzo intended to feel around his own cock soon.

  His release came hard and furious, a tornado sweeping away what control he’d maintained over his body. Deep breaths did nothing to return his surroundings. His vision was still tunneled into Katey and the way she thrust her mound into his hand.

  Apparently he was still massaging her clit. He eased up on the sensitive nub and blinked enough to return some form of vision beyond her. Montgomery stood there smug, as if he could see exactly how unprepared Lorenzo had been for the release.

  Montgomery undid her wrist restraints and knelt. His voice was soft, soothing—so much so that Lorenzo couldn’t hear anything he said. Son of a bitch, the guys would have his ass if they figured out how much Katey affected him.

  Get your head screwed on, Garofali. She needs you.

  He shook the cobwebs of unimaginable bliss from his head and got to work. Not that it was much work. It was more like watching highlights after the game of the year. He held on to Katey’s calf firmly with one hand before releasing the restraint.

  “Remain still for me, Katey.” Her name tumbled from his lips on its own. So much for Jane. She’d always been Katey to him. The scene name did nothing for the woman trembling so beautifully in the last moments of her erotic meltdown.

 
He massaged her muscles and noted that Montgomery did the same with her arms. Although she hadn’t been restrained long, he’d use just about any excuse to feel her skin beneath his again. After repeating the process with the other leg, he expended a breath he hadn’t realized he held and fell back into the sofa.

  Montgomery helped Katey to her feet and guided her toward Lorenzo. She teetered for a moment, her eyes glazed with spent lust. They focused on him and she shook her head when the cowboy told her to sit.

  “I shouldn’t, Sir. I’m supposed to leave now, right?”

  Lorenzo took her hand and squeezed until her soft amber eyes met his. “Sit, bella donna. We wish to hold you while we all recover.”

  “Oh.”

  Montgomery collapsed beside him and Katey hesitantly balanced her weight on Lorenzo’s thighs. He wrapped his hands around her and kissed her lips softly. Her response was immediate, painfully sweet. Nervousness lumbered her hands when they shook in a hovering pattern over his chest.

  His body ached with a need to have her again. The sub was going to be a challenge he hadn’t anticipated. Possessiveness had no place within The Brigade because the subs were here to learn. Experience. Fulfill fantasies. Then they’d wander into the world to become someone else’s. This was a pit stop.

  Nothing more.

  I trust you.

  The only question was whether he trusted himself.

  Chapter Three

  Wow. Katey’s entire existence could be summarized with the small, three-letter word. She’d fantasized endlessly about being Lorenzo’s submissive—not to mention the sleepless nights she’d contemplated the dark terrain of a ménage.

  To have it unfold in such a delightfully…

  She couldn’t form the words to explain what floated within her mind right now. Deft fingers ran down her legs. Lorenzo held her firmly against him until his heartbeat thudded in her ear. Perhaps it was hers ratcheting her pulse to shreds. Either way, the rhythmic thrum when combined with the languid haze of the well-fucked was almost enough for her to slip into a euphoric slumber.

  Almost.

  A small part of her refused to accept the scene was over. She’d heard Lorenzo use her name, understood what that meant. But she wanted more, needed a firmer bite of the submissive apple to discern whether it was a taste she could declare hers.

  “Did you enjoy your spanking, Katey?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “You did beautifully.” Lorenzo kissed her temple. “Next time we will use something more than my hand.”

  She’d liked his hand. A lot. Her pussy clenched as she recalled exactly how into that hand she’d been. Spanking had always been a hot button for her—something she craved more than anything even though the more reasonable side of her screamed no.

  Who wanted to be spanked?

  She didn’t want it—she needed it. Perhaps that was the difference. Perhaps the years she’d been at the hands of a merciless aunt had rewired her somehow. Whatever the cause, she didn’t much care.

  All that mattered was the man holding her and the one driving her heartbeat to a faster, needier tempo with each sensuous stroke up her inner thigh. God, the way Montgomery had taken her mouth so aggressively should be outlawed because it made her melt just thinking about it.

  She’d happily slide her gelatinous self to her knees now for another taste of him. Or Lorenzo. Sweet heavens, she’d crawl through broken glass if he’d fuck her mouth like he had her pussy.

  Lorenzo toyed with her hard nipple, pinching until she gasped under the weight of intensity drilling into her sensuous haze.

  “I think our little sub is getting aroused.” His voice was amused, hungry. The accent slid through her like another heady shot of warm brandy. Nestled snugly in her belly, it settled into a slow burn she knew would scorch her from the inside out.

  She’d never get enough of Lorenzo Garofali.

  But aftercare could only last so long and even though neither man appeared to be in a hurry to end the tender caresses stoking her fires, she had to end it soon. Each hopeful ember they fed her would make reality harsher.

  She was one more scene in a sea of sexual adventures, one check off a massive list of things to accomplish tonight. It was a job to them. The thought diluted her bliss until she was more awake than she wished to be even though a small part of her doubted the blasé scorn her defensive mind attempted to pull off.

  “What was that last thought?” Lorenzo palmed her breast.

  Saying “nothing” would only get her a punishment. She’d seen enough interactions between Autumn and Kade and Viviana with Lance and Stryker to know that. The men were telepaths on steroids.

  “I was thinking I needed to go before I forgot this was just another night for you.”

  Lorenzo tensed beneath her. “You think what happened here was a duty for me?”

  Honesty apparently wasn’t the best policy. Anger drifted within his words, an untamed animal threatening to pounce on whatever her response was.

  “I’m sure after enough of these scenes what I consider earth shattering is rather bland to you.” She swallowed. Okay, that sounded pathetically like her wanting her sex goddess ego stroked.

  “Perhaps I should allow your insecurities to pass and simply admit I enjoyed you immensely.” Lorenzo nibbled on her ear. “But I tire of games such as those very quickly, bella donna, and I have better ways to spend my time with you.”

  “I wasn’t trying to…” She bit off the explanation. It didn’t matter. “I’m sorry.”

  “I think she wants another spanking,” Montgomery commented.

  “Stand for me, sub.” Lorenzo swatted her thigh. “Strip.”

  She allowed her nervousness to show. The command sent all the insecurities he’d accused her of to the forefront. The only thing left to remove was the under-bust corset, which hugged her skin underneath her breasts down to her hips. Losing that would mean…

  “If I have to ask again the scene will continue on the main stage.” His eyes narrowed to dark flecks of lust. “From this point forward all scenes you do with us will have you fully exposed, bare for our pleasure, until we’ve fully addressed your insecurities.”

  She trembled under Montgomery’s intensity as he edged behind her, his hot breath on her cheek as his fingers began removing the corset. “I think she prefers a more hands-on approach.”

  The darker setting would help detract from the flaws the sexy cowboy was unmasking one agonizing inch at a time. Her skin tingled with each movement, her breath held as the last barrier was undone and the garment fell away.

  She closed her eyes and cast a silent prayer to anyone listening that it’d be okay. There was no judgment in The Brigade and certainly not in here. It was a cornerstone all the Masters operated with.

  The approach was silent but she sensed his presence, his heat. Lorenzo met her gaze for a moment and then focused lower until she couldn’t breathe.

  She wouldn’t cover up or cower beneath their gazes. She wasn’t a beauty like Autumn or Viviana, but they’d chosen to play with her. Surely they’d find something worthy. They had so far.

  This part of the scene felt more intimate, more personal than what’d happened before. He’d unleashed the fear she’d held in check at first—inadequacy. Now she’d have to face it head-on as the fingers she’d longed to feel on her ran across the sole bitter reminder of a time long ago.

  Spare the rod, spoil the child. The harsh utterance from her childhood echoed within her. She’d survived, forgiven those who’d done wrong by her. Now it was time to live. For once in her life, what she wanted would take precedence over everything else. Everyone else.

  “Beautiful,” Lorenzo whispered. His finger ran the length of the deepest ridge of the scar, which ran alongside her ribs to disappear behind her back. “Don’t be afraid to stop the scene if what we do becomes too much.”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice or the emotions tumbling within her, thanks to his heated stare. It was as if a thousa
nd tiny beams of light danced across her flesh and slid deep in her, to the cavernous ravines of hunger she’d accepted long ago would never be quenched.

  He continued the torment, running the same trek across her rib cage. Up and down. She could sense the indecision hanging between them, as if he expected whatever demon she’d waged war with to rear its ugly head now that it’d seen the light of day.

  “I’m fine.” The whisper came out, despite her decision to remain silent.

  “Your strength makes your beauty more enchanting.” Lorenzo’s gaze sought hers as his finger wiped away a tear she didn’t recall shedding. “Tonight you don’t have to be the strong one. Tonight you are mine to care for.”

  Drunk with need and drugged by the raw woodsy-and-musk scent exuding from Lorenzo, she clung to the silence.

  “I’ve thought of stripping you many times. Perhaps I should’ve begun the first scene here, like this. Maybe then you wouldn’t have self-doubts weighing your mind down.” He leaned in until his lips were fanning hers.

  “You have more restraint than me. I would’ve had her across my knee and moaning as I heated up this sexy ass with my palm.” Montgomery slapped her right ass cheek and then rubbed. A soft moan escaped her.

  A sharp tug on her hair made her wince when she closed her eyes. She obediently opened them and found herself swept away in the intensity of being entombed within the two men’s embraces.

  “There will be no hiding from this point forward,” Montgomery whispered. “Tonight you are ours.”

  Riotous need made her lean into Lorenzo’s hand when it outlined the swell of her breast. Warmth spread through her when he cupped her mounds. Her nipples hardened to aching buds in his palms. Too bad her breasts were so small. It was such a waste for hands that large to be bothering with what little she could offer.

  His eyed narrowed. “What did you just think, Jane?”