Ensnared (Brutes of Bristlebrook, #1)(105)

These slow touches are no less shocking than Jayk’s sudden invasion, but also deeply intimate, like Beau has decided he has every right to my body and will use whatever parts of me he wants. Breathlessly, I wonder whether he’s planning on fucking me there.

Is that even something I want?

Despite my embarrassment—or maybe because of it—I’m soaking and restless again by the time we reach the edge of the water. Beau’s thorough touches have left me slick and ready everywhere between my thighs and ass cheeks.

His slippery fingers press against my tight hole again, past the clinging inner ring, and I arch into the touch, whimpering.

Beau groans and bites my hip, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulls out with a small tug. He sets me down but holds me to his side.

I’m grateful for the support—I’m sure my knees would buckle under me if he left me to my own devices. Burying my face into the side of his chest, I press a few small, shaky kisses against his skin, and he strokes my shoulder soothingly.

My feet touch something soft, and I realize Dom has unrolled his pallet over the grass.

“Kneel.”

The command does something intangible but wholly visceral to me, and I’m kneeling before I’ve even registered what Dom said.

“Very nice.” Beau runs his hand over my head, like I am the pet they’d called me. “That’s perfect, sweet girl.”

“Hands and knees,” Dom commands. “I want you bent over.”

I’m shocked by the rush of desire that accompanies his words. I bend over, on display for them both. Dom is behind me now, and he has to see the moisture glistening between my folds.

“Spread your legs wide, darlin’, and arch your back.” Beau kneels down beside me and presses down on the center of my back until I’m arched obscenely. My breasts are thrust forward and my legs are spread wide, ass in the air.

My breath catches. I’m so exposed like this. There’s no hiding anything and, even though my skin buzzes with expectation, a bout of self-consciousness hits me.

Beau cups one of my breasts and squeezes. “Fuck. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

He plucks at my abused nipple, and I squeak, though I force myself to stay still like they told me. His words filter in and the nervousness fades almost as quickly as it came. Beau’s thumb soothes over the sting.

Dom releases a deep sound of satisfaction. “So you can listen.”

He kneels behind me and runs a possessive hand down my back.

His voice turns dark. “Which means you’ve just been choosing not to.”

His hand claps hard against my left ass cheek, and electricity jolts from his hand directly to my clit. “Count them for me, pet. You get fifteen for not following orders today. If you lose count or squirm away, we start again.”

The sting is chased by a hot ache and my pussy clenches around nothing.

Fifteen? I can do fifteen, right? That’s not many. It’s just five, three times. I can do that. He’s not even hitting me as hard as Jayk did—though Jayk was inside me at the time, so it’s a little different.

Dom’s hand comes down again, harder and with a sharp sting, right over the first ache. “Am I going deaf, Beau? Did you hear counting? ’Cause I’m sure our subbie is not stupid enough to ignore me while I have my hand on her ass.”

“No, sir, I did not hear a single peep myself. Could be the gunshots messed with our hearing?” Beau tweaks my other nipple, hard, and I yelp.

“I—” I start, but Dom speaks over the top of me.

“Or maybe something happened to her tongue in all the mess. Why don’t you make sure her mouth is in working order, doc?”

“Seems like the responsible thing to do,” Beau agrees.

I look up as Beau moves in front of me, fisting his hand in my hair. The beautiful, hard length of him juts from his body. His other hand wraps around my chin, and he presses against my cheeks until my mouth pops open. I expect him to shove in, but he cranes my head back further until I’m looking him in his pretty green and gold eyes through my clear lenses.

“You need me to stop, you hit my legs, okay?”

“Okay,” I say, though the word is garbled through my pinched cheeks.

Beau inches his cock between my lips, teasing me with it. I swipe at the head with my tongue, enjoying the warm, slightly tangy taste of his pre-cum. He backs out and, with the way he’s holding my mouth open, I can’t follow him. I can only wait for him to gift me with another taste. I whine in frustration, and Beau lets out a husky laugh.

“You want more, pretty girl? You want to swallow my dick?”

He’s feeding it to me before I can answer, the glossiness from the first pass easing his slide past my lips. Greedily, I tighten around him, sucking him in and running my tongue around the underside until he backs away again so I can focus on the fat, flared head. With his fist in my hair, I can’t move at all, so I just accept what he gives me.

Beau rocks back and forth in slow, lazy movements, taking my tongue where he wants it and murmuring encouragement. The musky scent of him makes me dizzy, like I’m supping on ambrosia or some kind of decadent alcohol that makes me liquid and light and needy. My skin tingles, and my nipples feel painfully tight, my pussy wet and hollow and clenching around nothing.

I want to be touched. Now. I need to be.