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Authors: Robin L. Rotham

Tags: #Romance

FrankenDom (45 page)

 

The cool air in the room washed across the revealed skin, making her blush. She was
high enough that she could look into Lorie’s enchanting eyes and feel Con’s chest
pressed against her back. This had to be a Magian invention. Surely no human would
invent something so obviously designed for sex. They were too tightly laced for that.

She held on to the thick ropes that the chair dangled from, watching them securing
her legs and the soft but snug swath of fabric beneath her breasts. She wanted to
beg them to hurry. Demand that they lie on the bed while she had her way with them.
But she couldn’t focus. A haze had fallen over her and all she knew was sensation.

Every scrape of her back against the strip of chair or the light smattering of curls
on Con’s chest jarred her sensitized skin. Each gliding caress of Lorie’s knuckles
as he attached the harness made her ache for more.

She was glowing with need, aware that she’d already changed on some fundamental level.
Knowing that what she felt was nothing compared to what she would experience once
they were finally joined as one.

How could she deny herself when she wanted these men more than she’d ever wanted anything?
Even revenge. It was terrifying to admit, but it was true. At this moment they had
her, body and soul to do with as they would. Heaven help them.

“I think she’s ready, Con,” Lorie’s voice was whiskey raw. “And I know I am.”

She looked over her shoulder in time to see Con smile and shake his head. “Not quite
yet, my friend. Sarah and I have a few things to straighten out first.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What things? What did he mean? “Conway?”

“Sarah?” he mimicked playfully, his hands lowering to cup the cheeks of her bare bottom.
“Planning on taking what you want from us and trying to run again?”

“No!”

He lifted one hand and smacked her left cheek firmly, forcing a shout of surprise
from her throat. “Just checking. I’d hate to feel used. Hate to give myself, my magic
to you completely, only to have you dismiss me when something more important comes
along.”

Her right cheek got the same treatment, the stinging sensation causing her sex to
tingle uncontrollably. “I won’t. I’m not using you. I swear.”

She heard the crack of his palms on her flesh, felt the heat spread throughout her
body. “I said I swear. My oath.”

His laugh was sexual. Mischievous. “I know you did. And I believe you, baby. This
isn’t punishment anymore. Not really. Especially since I can tell you like it. Your
magic is giving you away.”

She looked down at her body and saw the arcs of energy whipping around her like vines
of light, causing havoc to her senses. She knew there were Magians who enjoyed experimenting
with their partners. Knew that magic was used to enhance the experience. But this?
His actions were making her desperate, making the chair swing with her agitated movements.
“Why?”

Lorie came closer, his hard cock gliding along the top of her thigh. “Why do you like
it? The sting can make the kiss that much sweeter, Sarah. We are a triad, brought
together because at our essence, we’re the same. And there are no limits with us.
There are no boundaries you can’t cross. If you enjoy it, it brings us pleasure as
well.”

She heard him, but it was still hard to comprehend. She was too aroused. “Please,
Lorie. I need you to touch me. Conway, can he touch me now? Take me?”

Lorie’s groan was low and long. “As if he could stop me.”

He stepped closer between her widespread thighs and cupped her face with his hands.
“You’re here. You’re finally here.” He bent his head, tasting her mouth, gently at
first, as if he believed she would melt away.

She spoke softly against his lips. “I’m here. I need you.”

He shuddered and his kiss deepened, until their tongues were tangled in battle, teeth
nipping sharply, eager for more. His lips were addictive. She sucked the lower lip
that had tempted her into her mouth and he moaned in approval, his hands sliding down
her neck to caress her sensitive breasts.

When his palms scraped against her hard nipples she let go of the rope and covered
them with her own, using her fingers over his to squeeze. To pinch. Yes. The sting.
That was what she wanted. The sting that made the kiss sweeter, he’d said. He didn’t
have to be careful with her. She could take whatever he wanted to give and more.

“Hell,” he muttered. “You do like it a little rough, don’t you, Sarah? Con is right.
You’re a wild thing.”

“Yes.” She was frantic, ready to agree to anything as long as he kept touching her
like that. “Fuck me, Lorie.” Her face heated at her shameless demand.  “I can’t wait.”

Her triad had made her a harlot, but it didn’t matter. She’d taken him in her mouth,
now she wanted to feel him deep inside her. Wanted to know that Con was behind them,
watching every move. She wasn’t sure where her aggression was coming from. But time
was slipping through her hands. She didn’t have much to waste.

Lorie made another sound of pained agreement before he aligned his cock between her
thighs and thrust. Her wet sex was already swollen with passion, sensitive from her
earlier tussle with Con. It was a tight fit. Perfect and tight.

“Sarah. Sarah, sweetheart...
Mine
” He pushed through until his hips were pressed against hers and they both shuddered
out a moan. Lorie raised heavy lids to glance over her shoulder. “Ours, Con. She feels
like ours.”

“I know.” Con’s words were soft. Thoughtful. “Claim her, Lorie. Claim our woman. Let
me enjoy the show.”

His words made Sarah’s inner muscles clench around Lorie’s cock. “Oh,” he huffed out
a laugh. “I think she likes it when someone’s watching. Something else we’ll have
to remember for later.”

She couldn’t move her legs, couldn’t wrap them around him and pull him closer. “Don’t
torture me.”

“She doesn’t like teasing,” Con said, that mischievous smile in his voice once more.
“She likes to be fucked, Lorie. Well and truly taken. No holding back. Show her how
much you want her.”

Sarah watched something darken and snap in Lorie’s intense blue eyes and then she
was lost, crying out again and again as every thrust of his erection filled her completely.
The chair was rocking with the power of his hips, only Con’s hands on the rope; his
torso burning into her back held her steady.

Lorie chanted her name like a prayer, his gaze wild, eyes dilated. Her beautiful fallen
angel. Hers. Completely. His magic enfolded her and with it his sense of knowledge
that this was real. This was right where she needed to be.

Something shifted behind her, and before she knew what was happening, she felt Con’s
lips on the cheeks he’d just spanked. His teeth scraped along one, tingling curve
before his tongue came out to stroke the next. He was letting Lorie’s thrusts rock
her against his face, his hands holding her hips steady as he licked the seam of her—“Conway?”

Lorie’s movements didn’t slow, but he smiled. Did he know what Con was doing? “I knew
he couldn’t stay away. It’s not in his nature not to have at least one finger in the
pie.”

She felt Con’s breath as he chuckled against her skin. “Finger, tongue…” he mumbled.
“What’s the difference?”

 

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