“What in the—”

Planting her mittened hands, she tugged. Serve him right if she put holes in his suit.

“Bad puppy.” He swatted her sore bottom, pulling his sleeve away when she yelped. Her butt started burning all over again. She growled at him.

He chuckled, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder, knocking the air right out of her. He anchored her with one hand…and the other fondled her sore bottom.

When she whined, he laughed. “I like seeing you all pink-assed, sugar.”

He set her down on a long wooden coffee table beside his already open toy bag. “Stay, Puppy.”

Oh, man. She gave him an uncertain look, then waited on hands and knees. Me. With two men. Her heart rate increased. When boots appeared in her line of vision, she lifted her head to see Raoul.

Chapter Seventeen

“Awfully sad-looking little puppy you have here, Marcus.” A big hand stroked her hair. “Looks pretty used.”

“She’ll look even worse in another minute,” Marcus said, his voice louder than normal again. “The Li’ll pup bit me.” His own way of helping, she realized, making sure everyone knew she was being punished.

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Raoul choked on a laugh.

“I believe puppies like to lick everything in sight,” Marcus said, amusement clear in his voice. “Master Raoul, would you give her something to lick, please?”

“My pleasure,” Raoul said.

Lick? Oh God. A little stunned, she watched him open his leathers. His cock was hard, long, the same darkness as his skin, with a mushroom tip tending toward purple and a slight bend to the left. He fisted it. When she stared at him, he grinned, his teeth white in the swarthy face. “Come, Puppy, let’s see if you’re as good as I’ve heard. No biting,” he warned.

She tensed and prepared to obey. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Nothing. She looked up. He waited with a patient expression. He wouldn’t push her into something she wasn’t ready for.

But Galen said the kidnapped women had participated in public sex. She needed to do this.

And…she’d asked Marcus for it. Uncertain or not, excitement bubbled inside her. A threesome. God.

At least Marcus had given her someone she liked. She remembered how patient Raoul had been in her apartment, cuddling her until she’d stopped shaking. Okay. Here goes nothing. She carefully licked up his cock, tonguing the fat veins.

“Very good, querida,” he said softly. He pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself. “Master Sam mentioned you like orange.”

She snorted a laugh as he put his cock between her lips and she tasted the citrus. These guys. He eased farther into her mouth. She started to rise up, wanting to use her hands, and heard from behind her, “Nice puppies don’t jump on people. Stay on all fours, sugar.”

Oh, hell. Raoul set a hand behind her head and started thrusting. “Tighten your lips, Gabrielle,” he murmured, “and use your tongue.”

She did her best, trying not to get intimidated, but… What if he shoves it down my throat? Then she noticed he still had his hand around the base of his cock. It would keep him from pushing too far, she realized. Relief filled her. I can do this. Using her tongue and lips, she did her best to pay him back, even as excitement rose in her.

And all the time she felt the heat of Marcus’s gaze. His hands massaged her bottom, making her insides melt.

Raoul’s hand fisted in her hair.

“Ah, that’s very nice, Puppy,” he growled in a low voice.

After a bit, Marcus set something on her low back. She tried to turn, but Raoul’s grip in her hair kept her in place. The rhythm of his cock thrusting—the knowledge Marcus planned to take her from the rear—started a burning low in her belly.

Marcus ran his fingers between her legs, sliding easily in her very wet folds, and he made a satisfied, “Mmmph.” A condom wrapper rustled, then he ruthlessly separated her thighs, opening her.

She tensed and moaned around the cock in her mouth.

Marcus’s cockhead bumped against her entrance, making her jolt. Her fingers curled inside the mittens. Please.

He steadily pushed inside her. Oh God. His thick shaft stretched her swollen tissues, glided past the anal plug, tugged at the folds around her engorged clit.

She’d been so excited for so long… Her mouth full, her pussy full, held in place at each end, and it was too, too much. Everything inside her coiled tight, tighter, and then snapped in a wholly unexpected, long, rolling orgasm.

“Bueno,” Raoul murmured.

“There’s a good Li’ll pup.” Marcus pushed farther into her. As he tilted her ass higher in the air, she realized it let him go deeper. Too deep.

She whined, his size uncomfortable and so, so erotic.

“Your puppy sounds a little upset,” Raoul remarked. He caressed her hair and plunged in far enough to touch the back of her throat as if to remind her she had a cock at each end.

“Let’s set her to yipping instead,” Marcus said. He felt huge inside her, filling her completely. And then he tugged on her tail, wiggling the anal plug and shocking awake the nerves in her backside. She couldn’t keep from moaning.

Raoul laughed, thrusting rhythmically into her mouth, and she accepted helplessly, wanting Marcus to do the same. “I didn’t hear a yip.”

“She will.” Marcus’s hands closed on her hips in an unyielding grip. He withdrew slightly, then thrust into her again, steadily increasing his pace. It felt good—so good to have him inside her.

She concentrated on Raoul for a bit, sucking and licking, tightening her lips around his cock. He murmured something in Spanish and increased his speed until he was pistoning into her mouth. With a low groan, he came, the jerks of his cock a kind of reward, his hand clenched in her hair somehow sexy as hell.

Marcus had given her, and he’d taken her.

When Raoul stepped back, Marcus started to thrust hard and fast. She pushed back against him, keeping his rhythm, pleased that she’d already come and could concentrate fully on him.

Marcus lifted the thing he’d set on her back, and a second later, it buzzed. A vibrator. Oh man.

Rrr-rrr-rrrrrrr, rrr-rrr-rrrrrrr sounded in surges of steadily increasing vibrations. Marcus reached around her and set the vibrator against her clit.

“Aaah!” Her yelp made him chuckle, the bastard.

“Now that’s a yip,” he said to Raoul.

Gabi dropped her head as need started to burn inside her again. As her concentration fragmented, she realized it was another way Marcus took control from her. She couldn’t think, could only move as he dictated, take what he gave her.

Between Marcus’s cock and the anal plug, she felt too full. Too stretched. The vibe pulsed against her clit, and the increasing waves demanded a response. Her clit engorged, the skin tightening over the swelling tissues. Almost there…

But before her clit hardened enough to send her over, he moved the vibe, rocking it up to press on the hood of her clit, then rolling it to one side and the other. In between, he’d hammer into her, his cock a tool he used to command her submission.

She wanted to curse him. Each time she neared the peak, he put the vibrator somewhere else. Sam wasn’t the sadist, dammit; Marcus was. As he kept it up, her labia swelled, her flesh burned. Everything he did tensed her insides until she felt like an overstretched rubber band.

Each thrust buried him to the hilt, and the vibrator on her clit sent electricity shooting through her veins, sizzling and burning away every thought in her head except the way he felt inside her—and the uncontrollable beginning of her climax. She moaned, her legs shaking.

“That’s my puppy,” he drawled. She felt the vibrator move…and come to rest directly on top of her swollen, sensitive clit. “Come for me now, sugar.”

“Ooooooh.” The rubber band of her climax broke with a hard snap, and then she was coming, wave after wave of exquisitely brutal pleasure. Her spasming vagina rebounded around his cock, bounced off the anal plug, and sent her into more spasms until her whole body shook. Her arms collapsed, and her weight landed on her forearms.

The vibrator dropped to the table. Before she could slide completely down in a boneless heap, Marcus closed his hands on her hips, pulling her ass upward, yanking her back onto his cock. And then he pounded into her, short hard strokes, finishing with one so deep that she felt impaled. As his cock jerked with his climax against her cervix, her body spasmed again.

Marcus bowed his head, sucking in air, still buried inside her as the inner walls of her cunt rippled around his cock in the most intimate caress known to man. She came more beautifully and more wholeheartedly than any woman he’d known. He’d never felt like this before, as if when she took him inside her, she accepted all of who he was.

He’d worried that she’d never trust him again. Instead, as she fought her fears on the bar top, she’d used him as her anchor, trusting him to keep her safe. The feeling she’d roused in him with her faith in his protection had been better than any climax.

With a sigh of satisfaction, he bent to kiss up the delicate ridge of her spine, across her vulnerable nape, to the sweet curve of her shoulder. During the puppy play, knowing his presence turned her fear to excitement had left him harder than an iron bar. But watching other men touch her had created an undeniable need to take her, to mark her as his own. Territorial? Damn right.




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