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amusement. Holding the tray required both hands, and now she couldn’t hold her coat shut. “You bastard,” she muttered.
“Excuse me?”
She whirled so suddenly that the drinks sloshed.
“Did I mention the rule about speaking without permission?” His eyes glinted with laughter.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled slowly. “You’re penalized one ribbon.” Reaching over her tray of drinks, he tugged on the ribbon serving as the left strap for her bra. The bow came undone, and he pulled the ribbon out of the grommets.
Held up on only one side, her bra sagged, exposing her left breast.
Still holding the tray, she looked up at him.
“I like that helpless look,” he murmured and ran his fingers down her neck to her bared breast.
Her attempt at retreat only backed her into the kitchen island. Trapped between it and him, she stared over his shoulder as he stroked her breast, circling the peak with one finger. She could feel her nipple pebbling under his confident touch. How it ached.
A gentle pinch made her jump; the glasses chimed on the tray. Her eyes jerked up, and he held her gaze as his fingers teased her nipple. When he squeezed the tip, a hot sizzle shot straight to her groin. Her fingers locked on the tray as he increased the pressure—as her excitement skyrocketed.
His eyes crinkled. “We need to get you into a scene before you explode,” he said softly. He brushed his lips over hers and stepped back. “Go serve, lass. If you find someone you’d like to top you, I’ll release you from your duty.”
As she walked through the rooms, everyone greeted her politely. Some took a glass; some ignored the drinks and made themselves free with her body, running their hands over any exposed skin. The air around her grew increasingly warm.
In the living room, she spotted Michael talking to two tough-looking doms in black leathers. A redheaded sub knelt on the floor between their chairs.
“Rona.” Michael waved her closer. “This is Logan”—he nodded toward the dom with steel blue eyes and dark brown hair—“his sub, Rebecca, and his brother, Jake.”
Jake looked as hard and lean as his brother but had a nasty scar across his tanned forehead that his thick hair couldn’t hide. He considered her for a long moment, then cocked a brow. “That’s a nice elf costume, blondie.”
Uncertain as to how she should address them, she said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Sirs.”
“Your arrival is timely.” Michael grinned. “We’re arguing about where a woman’s legs are the most sensitive. I think it’s behind the knee. Jake says just below the ass.”
Rona frowned. Did he expect her to offer her opinion?
Michael rose and set her tray on an empty chair, then pushed her to one end of the coffee table. “Bend over, sub. We’re going to conduct an experiment.”
No way. If she bent over, they’d—
All three doms frowned at her hesitation. Oh Crom . She obeyed and tried to reassure herself that Michael wouldn’t do anything horrible. I want Master Simon here.
“Hands flat on the coffee table, Rona.”
She did, all too aware of how her coat didn’t cover her butt. But at least she stood sideways to the two men in the chairs; they wouldn’t see it. She dropped her head and closed her eyes. Now what?
“Look at Logan and Jake,” Michael said.
Okay. Both men watched her with that focused dom look.
“Now don’t move, sub.” Michael swept his hands up and down her legs. Then his fingers brushed behind her knees, tickling until she wiggled. He laughed and moved his hand up to the tender skin just below her bottom, caressing it. Not a tickle now. Her lips compressed as pleasure ran through her.
“Jake wins,” Logan announced, and a grin flashed in his leathery face.
“My turn.” Jake stood, tall and muscular. As Michael seated himself, the other dom walked behind her. God, looking right at her butt, dimples and—
His hand caressed the crease below her bottom, touching and grazing until she
“Excuse me?”
She whirled so suddenly that the drinks sloshed.
“Did I mention the rule about speaking without permission?” His eyes glinted with laughter.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled slowly. “You’re penalized one ribbon.” Reaching over her tray of drinks, he tugged on the ribbon serving as the left strap for her bra. The bow came undone, and he pulled the ribbon out of the grommets.
Held up on only one side, her bra sagged, exposing her left breast.
Still holding the tray, she looked up at him.
“I like that helpless look,” he murmured and ran his fingers down her neck to her bared breast.
Her attempt at retreat only backed her into the kitchen island. Trapped between it and him, she stared over his shoulder as he stroked her breast, circling the peak with one finger. She could feel her nipple pebbling under his confident touch. How it ached.
A gentle pinch made her jump; the glasses chimed on the tray. Her eyes jerked up, and he held her gaze as his fingers teased her nipple. When he squeezed the tip, a hot sizzle shot straight to her groin. Her fingers locked on the tray as he increased the pressure—as her excitement skyrocketed.
His eyes crinkled. “We need to get you into a scene before you explode,” he said softly. He brushed his lips over hers and stepped back. “Go serve, lass. If you find someone you’d like to top you, I’ll release you from your duty.”
As she walked through the rooms, everyone greeted her politely. Some took a glass; some ignored the drinks and made themselves free with her body, running their hands over any exposed skin. The air around her grew increasingly warm.
In the living room, she spotted Michael talking to two tough-looking doms in black leathers. A redheaded sub knelt on the floor between their chairs.
“Rona.” Michael waved her closer. “This is Logan”—he nodded toward the dom with steel blue eyes and dark brown hair—“his sub, Rebecca, and his brother, Jake.”
Jake looked as hard and lean as his brother but had a nasty scar across his tanned forehead that his thick hair couldn’t hide. He considered her for a long moment, then cocked a brow. “That’s a nice elf costume, blondie.”
Uncertain as to how she should address them, she said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Sirs.”
“Your arrival is timely.” Michael grinned. “We’re arguing about where a woman’s legs are the most sensitive. I think it’s behind the knee. Jake says just below the ass.”
Rona frowned. Did he expect her to offer her opinion?
Michael rose and set her tray on an empty chair, then pushed her to one end of the coffee table. “Bend over, sub. We’re going to conduct an experiment.”
No way. If she bent over, they’d—
All three doms frowned at her hesitation. Oh Crom . She obeyed and tried to reassure herself that Michael wouldn’t do anything horrible. I want Master Simon here.
“Hands flat on the coffee table, Rona.”
She did, all too aware of how her coat didn’t cover her butt. But at least she stood sideways to the two men in the chairs; they wouldn’t see it. She dropped her head and closed her eyes. Now what?
“Look at Logan and Jake,” Michael said.
Okay. Both men watched her with that focused dom look.
“Now don’t move, sub.” Michael swept his hands up and down her legs. Then his fingers brushed behind her knees, tickling until she wiggled. He laughed and moved his hand up to the tender skin just below her bottom, caressing it. Not a tickle now. Her lips compressed as pleasure ran through her.
“Jake wins,” Logan announced, and a grin flashed in his leathery face.
“My turn.” Jake stood, tall and muscular. As Michael seated himself, the other dom walked behind her. God, looking right at her butt, dimples and—
His hand caressed the crease below her bottom, touching and grazing until she
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