Read Online Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos - Free Book Online

could. Part of belonging to him and Cade meant she followed their rules, submitted to their commands, and in return they would show her a life of love and pleasures beyond her imagination.
    Grant took her hand and led her into the living room, turning on the overhead light as he passed the switch on the wall. He stopped at the end of the sofa, pleased to discover she didn’t have end tables standing in his way. He turned to her and released her hand.
    “Bend over the arm of the couch.”
    Her gaze flicked to the couch then back to him. “What are you going to do?”
    Grant crossed his arms and steeled his expression. “Does it matter? I gave you an order.”
    She hesitated, anxiety slamming into the yearning on her angelic face. “Do I get a safe word?”
    “Do you want one?” He didn’t tell her she wouldn’t need it. He could sense exactly what she wanted, what she hungered to experience, and didn’t doubt for an instant he would know if he pushed her too far. It pleased him when she took several heartbeats to think about her response.
    “No.”
    Her answer pleased him even more. She trusted him, trusted Cade. He could see that in her eyes, sense it in her submission. She didn’t yet believe they would stick around when things got really down and dirty, but they would earn that faith in time.
    “Then bend over the arm of the couch.”
    She moved to the sofa, her steps slightly shaky as she turned and bumped her lower thighs on the sofa arm. Slowly, she bent forward, catching herself with her flattened hands on the cushion and looking back at him over her shoulder.
    “All the way,” he told her, moving in behind her. “Rest your body on the couch.”
    She lowered her upper body, turning her head to face the back of the couch as she obviously struggled to make herself relax.
    Cade walked to the coffee table and sat. “Justice, turn your head this way, eyes on me.” When she hesitantly obeyed, he added, “Keep them on me. Keep them open. You’re going to know I’m watching what Grant does to you.”
    Grant sank to his knees behind her and palmed the cheeks of her ass. The heat of her flesh seeped into his hands, traveling up his arms and through his system on a direct course to his cock. He wanted to touch her all over, to feel her writhe as he skimmed his hands from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
    Not tonight.
    No, tonight he wouldn’t allow himself that freedom. Tonight he would bring them both to the edge and they would both be left teetering there until the next time.
    He moved his hands to her inner thighs, pushed her legs open wide, and situated her calves on his shoulders, suspending her lower body in the air. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet, hot scent of her pussy. His mouth watered, his tongue burning with the need to taste. Opening his eyes, he studied the glistening folds of her cunt. Her clit was engorged, her lips coated with her juices. She would be dripping by the time he finished with her.
    “Has anyone ever spanked you, baby?”
    Her ass and pussy clenched at the question. “Once.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “It was…” She hesitated, her body wiggling slightly again, and he deduced it as an attempt to shrug. “It was okay.”
    Grant glanced at Cade and saw the other man lift a brow as he gazed at Justice. “Just okay, sweet thing?”
    “What was it about the experience you didn’t like?” Grant watched in fascination as her flesh turned a light shade of pink. Was that a full-body blush? It sure as hell seemed so.
    “It was too, um, sweet.”
    Grant turned his face into her inner leg and stifled a chuckle. He had sensed from the first moment Justice wasn’t a woman who would be satisfied by sweet sex. She hungered to live on the line where pleasure and pain mixed to combine rapture that would send her spiraling over the edge of orgasmic insanity. Her confession proved his assumption right.
    “We aren’t sweet men, love. If we