“Get me some rope,” he said as though asking someone to pass the salt.
Cian walked off to do his bidding.
“Bastard,” Meg grunted as she tried to force him off. His position was perfect. She couldn’t quite strike him, though she tried. “Get the fuck off me.”
Beck looked entirely too pleased for Meg’s comfort. “Language, my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet little wife has quite the mouth on her?”
Cian was smiling broadly as he returned with a length of material. Meg recognized it as a scarf she’d bought in the marketplace. “I did, indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when she gets that dirty mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”
“Fuck you, too, Ci,” Meg said. Cian was supposed to side with her, damn it. He was supposed to understand. He’d spent two weeks listening to her and getting to really know her. He’d understood how she felt about Beck. It had taken roughly three minutes for Cian to flip on her and take his brother’s side. She should have known. Meg tried kicking her legs.
“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking, my lover,” Cian promised. “This will chafe less than the rope.”
Meg looked up at the faces staring down at her. They were twins, but she could tell them apart. Besides the very slight differences living had brought to their faces, she could tell by their expressions. Cian was looking down on her with a sweetly lascivious grin. Meg could tell he was anticipating the sex he thought was coming. His hand had already begun to rub against the swell in his pants. Beck was an entirely different animal. He just looked hungry. He caught her hands when she tried to hit him.
“No, Megan.” He neatly wrapped the scarf around her wrists. “You will behave, or I’ll have you across my lap. I won’t be nice about it either. You’ve pushed me too far, love. It’s time we put this relationship of ours on a proper footing.”
“It’s time you let me up, asshole.” Meg tried to kick again.
She hated the fact that even while she knew this would go badly, her pussy was starting to ache. She wasn’t sure why Beck seemed to be so willing to give her what she wanted. He would hate her afterward for this, but there was no question Meg wanted the change in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again. Let me go. I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for all I care.”
Beck pulled her up by her bound hands. True to his word, she was pulled over his lap. She kicked, but he was far too strong. He held her down, placing one strong hand on her back. “I warned you, Meg.”
He pulled her skirt up, tossing it over her back, and her naked ass felt the slight chill in the air. It wasn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand came down in a short arc.
Meg gasped as the pain hit her sharply. She didn’t have a chance to breathe before he smacked her other cheek just as hard. These weren’t the playful taps Cian had given her. Beck meant business. Tears formed in her eyes, but before she could shed them, the heat bloomed deep inside her, and she felt her pussy cream. Fuck him, but he was right. This was exactly what she wanted. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to continue.
“That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawled as he ran his hand across her cheeks. Meg heard him take a deep breath. “Open yourself to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really hurting you.”
Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her face.
“I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.
“Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive. Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”
“You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this time.
“You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.
“I told you,” Cian said quietly. His hand joined Beck’s. Meg turned enough to see that Cian had already tossed off his clothes. He liked to be naked as much as possible. Some days she had to force him into his clothes. He would just walk around in a constant, tempting state of undress. “She’s perfect for us.”
“Let’s see if she is,” Beck said with a laugh. He moved Meg off his lap and onto her knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands bound. Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that does to me?” He calmly pulled at the fastening on his pants and freed his cock. Meg felt his eyes on her. She licked her lips as she took in the sight of him stroking that big, hard dick. “Are you going to obey me, Meg?”
That deep voice promised all manner of delight if she said yes. Meg knew that if she did as he asked, there was a chance he would reject her afterward. She had pushed him to this. He had been upset when she claimed she loved Cian, but not him. It wasn’t true. She’d been crazy about Beck from the moment she’d seen him. She’d never believed in love at first sight, but that was pretty much what had happened with her and Beck. Somehow, she’d known she was made for him. She’d fought it, but the emotion she felt every time she even thought of him wouldn’t go away. Her stomach was in knots of indecision before she finally realized she would take every chance he gave her.
“Yes, damn it,” she said.
Beck sighed. “Ci, if you would.”
Meg felt her skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand came down on her ass. It wasn’t as firm as Beck’s, but it stung all the same. The skin of her ass hummed with heat.
“Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and let Ci take off that skirt.”
She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.
“I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He made sure he never hit her clitoris.
Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.
“Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.