As the bedroom door opened, she jerked from his hold, surprising him with her determination to be free then wheeling away from both men.
The door closed with a subtle snick as Ian’s fingers went to his shirt.
“Changing your mind?” he drawled.
He should know better.
Courtney allowed a slow smile to curve her lips as she glanced at both men, watching them undress, seeing the smooth coordination they used in getting ready.
“Done this often have you?” she asked as they shed the last of their clothing at nearly the same time.
“Often enough.” Ian’s hand went to his erection, his fingers curling around it as he stroked it slowly.
Khalid opted to lean against the heavy chest, crossing his arms as he watched her with a smile.
“She’s going to make us work for it, Khalid,” Ian informed the other man as Courtney played with her braid, opting for an air of innocence as she kept a close eye on her lover.
Oh, he was trying to be sneaky.
She moved in the opposite direction, further from the bed, careful to note where the furniture was in the bedroom and the best way to use it to her advantage.
“Did you expect her to give in easily, Ian?” Khalid was obviously still amused at both of them.
“I’m going to spank you, Courtney,” he promised her, his voice lowering to a dark, rich pitch. “I’m going to rip that skirt from your body and paddle you until you come from the spanking alone.”
“Oh, Ian,” she shivered in exaggerated fear. “Surely you wouldn’t.”
Ian narrowed his eyes on her, though he felt an unwilling smile quirk his lips.
She thought she was playing them. She thought she could maneuver, scheme and plot until all things went her way.
He loved that about her. Loved how she pitted herself against him at every opportunity, challenged his dominance and his determination to make her surrender.
She was strong. It had taken him a while to see that, taken him a while to separate the past and the present, the innocence and the hunger.
Not that he wasn’t terrified of hurting her. He was, more than he wanted to admit. The thought of losing her, of losing the unique, unconditional acceptance she gave him now terrified him more than the thought of her being unable to handle his hungers. If anyone could handle him, it was Courtney.
If any woman could have a hope of matching his lusts and of keeping up with him, then it was this woman, staring back at him with a challenge in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.
His Courtney.
She had always been his in one way or the other.
He shook the thoughts away. The emotion. Why worry himself with it now, when she was standing before him nearly naked, promise and determination glittering in her eyes as her gaze flickered to his erection.
There would be time later. Besides, she knew he cared for her. There was no denying that. He had always cared for her.
Courtney watched warily as Khalid moved, though he merely walked to the high chest and opened the top drawer. The drawer contained many adult toys, selected, Ian had assured her, just for her.
She hadn’t yet had a chance to check out its contents.
“Suggestions, Ian?” Khalid drawled.
“The restraints are already on the bedposts.” He smiled slowly as Courtney glanced at the slender chains on one post. “Get whatever you think you might use.” His smile widened. “And the large tube of lubrication. She’s going to be busy tonight.”
Her buttocks tightened.
“Hope you hadn’t intended to go shopping for a while, Courtney,” Khalid commented as though it was the weather they were discussing as he began to pull items from the drawer. “Walking might be difficult.”
She caught Ian moving from the corner of her eye and shifted again, drawing closer to the large chair several feet from where she stood.
“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about all this sharing stuff,” she announced as Ian paused.
She shot him a deliberately wide-eyed look.
“Really?” He arched his brow mockingly.
“Oh yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Alyssa was sooo good, Ian. Perhaps I’d like to trade you in?”
His eyes glinted with mirth. It was amazing, seeing that laughter, this playful, dominant side that she was only now experiencing.
“We’ll have to see about that.” His hand lifted from his erection as he moved in on her then.
Laughing, she dodged to the side, intending to put the chair between them, to hold him off for just a few seconds longer. She wasn’t nearly quick enough. Before she could do more than gasp he had her, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her upper body over the back of the chair.
Interesting.
She watched, wide-eyed as Khalid began to move toward them, a wicked grin on his lips as her belly braced against the low back.
“Shame on you, Courtney.” Her skirt proved little hindrance and was dispensed with quickly. Then a heavy hand landed on her ass as she struggled in Ian’s grip. “Stay still. I want to watch this pretty little ass turn red for me.”
A cry escaped her lips as his hand landed again, lower this time, creating a fiery warmth between her pussy and her ass as he toed her legs further apart.
“Ever had that sweet little pussy spanked, baby?” He leaned close, his breathing hard and heavy as he asked the question. “It’s so naughty and wet. I think it needs to be spanked.”
“Ian…” A scream tore from her throat as his palm connected with light force on the soaked, silken, bare folds of her cunt.
She went to her tiptoes, her eyes widening, gasping for breath as the blow was followed with a quick, hard thrust of his finger inside the milking depths of her pussy.
She nearly came.
She was so close, so sensitized by the earlier erotic play that she felt her womb rippling in warning.
“I don’t think so.” His finger retreated, his hand moving, only to land forcefully on her rear as Khalid stepped close to the chair.
His cock was in line perfectly for her lips.
“Open your mouth,” Ian growled hoarsely as he spanked the tender curve of her ass again. “I want to watch you take it, Courtney. Open your lips and suck his cock in.”
His hand landed again. Burning pleasure-pain shot through her system as another gasp escaped, only to be replaced by the dark width of Khalid’s cock. The bulging head pressed past her lips as Ian landed another small strike on her ass.
She was burning, not just from the spanking, which produced its own heat, physically and sexually, but from the lust building in her veins, flowing through her body. She could feel her juices leaking from her pussy, saturating the already wet folds and dampening her thighs.
Her tongue swiped over the hot crest of Khalid’s cock, her eyes rising, meeting his as the torturous pleasure continued.
“Ian, cover her fucking eyes before I come,” Khalid groaned as his gaze met hers, his expression twisting erotically. “All that damned innocence while my dick fills her mouth is too much.”
Ian chuckled roughly as she shuddered, her eyes widening.
She wanted to see.
She had to see.
But she was doomed to disappointment. Within seconds Ian had transferred her wrists to Khalid’s grip, the other man’s cock still filling her mouth as he drew the thick black silk over her eyes, secured it, then did the same with her hands.
She was blind. Helpless.
She whimpered at the sudden mental emphasis that she was now completely in their control.
Seconds later, Khalid’s cock popped from her mouth as she whimpered in disappointment, only to catch her breath as she found herself suddenly sitting in the chair.
She had expected the bed.
“Come here, baby.” She jerked in startled surprise as she felt Ian pulling her forward, spreading her thighs as he came between them. She felt the rasp of the chair’s upholstery against her tender rear, the feel of Ian’s hair-roughened thighs as he spread hers further apart.