balls tighten in their sac. Oh, yeah. He’d have her exactly where he wanted her tonight. She’d be at his mercy.
“Then why don’t you let me take control?”
Her giggle held more than a tinge of nervousness. “What do you mean?”
“You’d have to trust me. Should be easy for a woman who isn’t afraid of werewolves, don’t you think?”
She hesitated. He could almost hear her brain working on the puzzle he’d presented. Should she let him do with her as he wished? What if she’d misread him? What if he really was capable of hurting her?
J.C. didn’t push her. He waited until she made up her mind. Another sigh escaped her lips, this one softer, more resigned. “All right.”
J.C. flashed Brad a grin over Eve’s shoulder. The other man had blended into the shadows at the back of the room, waiting for an indication of Eve’s willingness to play with both of them tonight.
“Take off your dress,” J.C. commanded.
She stepped out of his arms, tossed her small purse in a corner of the room, and slid the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. Her creamy breasts sprung free. Dark areolas and tempting pointy nipples took his breath away. He held his breath as her dress slipped lower, revealing her flat stomach, her curvy hips, and the smallest slip of a thong he’d ever seen. She pulled that down as well without needing to be told.
Her pussy looked magnificent in the dim glow. He hadn’t been able to see much beneath the ledge the previous week, but now he could tell she was a natural blonde. A thin strip of hair ran down the length of her cunt, but the rest of her was bare and, he knew from experience, smooth and soft and wet to touch, to taste. Her pink, enlarged labia begged for attention.
“Your turn,” she said, standing in the middle of the room, her gaze fixed on his.
“I’m giving the orders, remember?”
Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t contradict him. He saw her swallow hard. Was she nervous? Maybe even a little frightened?
“See that table?” He pointed to the wooden piece of furniture in the middle of the room. It was square, and had perhaps served as a dining table that sat four at one point. Deep grooves ran the length of the tabletop and thick legs supported its weight. There were no chairs.
Eve nodded.
“I want you to bend over it.”
Her kohl-rimmed eyes widened as she took in the length and height of the table, then her gaze moved to the shadows. To Brad. She jumped and tried to cover her breasts with her arms while her hands flew to her pussy. “I didn’t know you were still here.”
Brad’s wolfish grin gleamed white from the darkness, but he didn’t answer.
“I asked him to stay,” J.C. said.
He waited for her reaction. If she was going to run, this would be the time to do it. “Oh, you’re good.” She tilted her head and watched them both. “You’re very good.”
J.C. smiled in spite of himself. “Bend over the table, Eve.”
She licked her lips. The static electricity of excitement practically hummed in the dusty air of the small shed. After what felt to J.C. like an eternity, she inclined her head. “As you wish.”
She did as he’d ordered, but it was J.C. who hadn’t been prepared for what that meant. Her rounded, tight ass was perfect. Smooth, unblemished skin begged for his touch. The sight of her exposed pussy, swollen and wet, made drops of pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock.
He spread her legs apart so they were in line with the thick table legs, then reached to a nearby shelf and pulled down a thick strand of rope. When he kneeled to tie her to the wooden slabs, the scent of her arousal flooded his nose, made his mouth water. He clenched his jaw to keep from tasting what he smelled. Yanking on the rope, he made sure she wouldn’t be able to unravel the knots with a simple tug.
Eve whimpered in protest for only a moment before falling silent. He quirked an eyebrow as he worked at the rope. Perhaps she’d decided she
“Then why don’t you let me take control?”
Her giggle held more than a tinge of nervousness. “What do you mean?”
“You’d have to trust me. Should be easy for a woman who isn’t afraid of werewolves, don’t you think?”
She hesitated. He could almost hear her brain working on the puzzle he’d presented. Should she let him do with her as he wished? What if she’d misread him? What if he really was capable of hurting her?
J.C. didn’t push her. He waited until she made up her mind. Another sigh escaped her lips, this one softer, more resigned. “All right.”
J.C. flashed Brad a grin over Eve’s shoulder. The other man had blended into the shadows at the back of the room, waiting for an indication of Eve’s willingness to play with both of them tonight.
“Take off your dress,” J.C. commanded.
She stepped out of his arms, tossed her small purse in a corner of the room, and slid the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. Her creamy breasts sprung free. Dark areolas and tempting pointy nipples took his breath away. He held his breath as her dress slipped lower, revealing her flat stomach, her curvy hips, and the smallest slip of a thong he’d ever seen. She pulled that down as well without needing to be told.
Her pussy looked magnificent in the dim glow. He hadn’t been able to see much beneath the ledge the previous week, but now he could tell she was a natural blonde. A thin strip of hair ran down the length of her cunt, but the rest of her was bare and, he knew from experience, smooth and soft and wet to touch, to taste. Her pink, enlarged labia begged for attention.
“Your turn,” she said, standing in the middle of the room, her gaze fixed on his.
“I’m giving the orders, remember?”
Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t contradict him. He saw her swallow hard. Was she nervous? Maybe even a little frightened?
“See that table?” He pointed to the wooden piece of furniture in the middle of the room. It was square, and had perhaps served as a dining table that sat four at one point. Deep grooves ran the length of the tabletop and thick legs supported its weight. There were no chairs.
Eve nodded.
“I want you to bend over it.”
Her kohl-rimmed eyes widened as she took in the length and height of the table, then her gaze moved to the shadows. To Brad. She jumped and tried to cover her breasts with her arms while her hands flew to her pussy. “I didn’t know you were still here.”
Brad’s wolfish grin gleamed white from the darkness, but he didn’t answer.
“I asked him to stay,” J.C. said.
He waited for her reaction. If she was going to run, this would be the time to do it. “Oh, you’re good.” She tilted her head and watched them both. “You’re very good.”
J.C. smiled in spite of himself. “Bend over the table, Eve.”
She licked her lips. The static electricity of excitement practically hummed in the dusty air of the small shed. After what felt to J.C. like an eternity, she inclined her head. “As you wish.”
She did as he’d ordered, but it was J.C. who hadn’t been prepared for what that meant. Her rounded, tight ass was perfect. Smooth, unblemished skin begged for his touch. The sight of her exposed pussy, swollen and wet, made drops of pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock.
He spread her legs apart so they were in line with the thick table legs, then reached to a nearby shelf and pulled down a thick strand of rope. When he kneeled to tie her to the wooden slabs, the scent of her arousal flooded his nose, made his mouth water. He clenched his jaw to keep from tasting what he smelled. Yanking on the rope, he made sure she wouldn’t be able to unravel the knots with a simple tug.
Eve whimpered in protest for only a moment before falling silent. He quirked an eyebrow as he worked at the rope. Perhaps she’d decided she
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