“Very nice, love.” Trev put a hand on her head. “Spread your legs a little. I see you did as I asked.”
“Yes, Sir. I shaved.”
Trev tipped her head up. “You’re beautiful, Beth. Your pussy looks lovely.”
She smiled a little, and her eyes came back to Bo. “He said I looked like Sasquatch.”
Trev coughed. “I didn’t put it like that.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t have any reason to groom down there before. I like how it feels.”
Trev’s eyes narrowed. “Did you touch yourself?”
“I’m not sure how else I was supposed to shave.”
Trev’s hand bit into her hair. “You know that’s not what I’m asking.”
“He wants to know if you masturbated.” Bo was well aware that his voice had taken on a dark quality. He was primed to fuck, but Trev was going to make him wait. Well, maybe he could play this game, too. “He wants to know if you touched your pussy, if you played with your clit. Did you touch it, Beth? Did you circle it with a finger and then shove that same finger deep inside your pussy? Did you get creamy and wet? Did you fuck that finger until you came?”
Beth’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she looked up to him. “No, I just shaved. But that sounds real nice, Bo.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Trev had a steady smile on his face. “Tell me something, Bo. Have you ever seen a pussy as pretty as this one? Spread those knees and show him, Beth.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, her knees widened, and Bo had to catch his breath. Beth’s pussy was a work of art. It was plump and yet delicate. Her skin was a glorious pale ivory, but he could see the pink from her pouty folds. She was already turned on. She was already aroused, and no one had touched her. Trev was right. She needed this.
And he needed her.
“Wider.” The word sounded foreign coming out of his mouth. He didn’t recognize the deep tone. “I want to see more.”
“Obey the man, Beth. He tops you. I suspect he could be convinced to spank you, as well.”
She would want him to. Aidan teased Lexi about it all the time. Every time he mentioned spanking her, Lexi’s face would flush. Beth’s fair skin flushed now, and Bo was pretty sure it wasn’t with embarrassment.
“Show me, or I’ll give you five,” Bo demanded.
Trev chuckled. “A whole five? We need to talk about proper punishment, Bo.” His expression changed, and his voice took on a deep, slightly sinister tone. “That will be twenty for you, Beth. That makes forty because you already have twenty coming from lying to me earlier today. And at least an hour without an orgasm.”
Beth’s knees spread wide really fast.
Her clitoris was a jewel at the top of her pussy, poking out of its little hood. It was pearly and pink at the same time, shining in the low light from the moisture that already coated it. She looked primitive and tempting sitting there, presenting her pussy to him. Bo stood over her, looking down at the gift being offered to him. He felt bigger than he had before, oddly stronger. Trev had asked him a question.
“No, I’ve never seen a prettier pussy. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. I think this one might need two men to take care of her.”
Trev got to his knees behind her, his palms finding her torso and skimming up until each hand held a breast. Beth’s whimper went straight to Bo’s cock. She shivered as Trev flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
“I can tell you this pussy is tight. So fucking tight, and her breasts are very sensitive. You liked me sucking on your nipples, didn’t you, Beth?” Trev asked.
Her eyes closed as Trev rolled her nipples. “Yes.”
Bo watched as the fingers playing with her tightened, and Beth let out a little hiss. She seemed to understand what that little punishment meant.
“Yes, Sir,” Beth corrected.
Trev continued playing with her breasts, but his eyes came up to meet Bo’s. “She calls me Sir when we’re playing. Would you like her to call you Sir?”
He shook his head. “No. I want her to call me Bo. I want to hear my name when I’m fucking her.”
Trev nodded shortly, and then his mouth was close to Beth’s ear. “Say his name, darlin’. He wants to hear it.”
Her mouth curved, her pink tongue coming out to wet her lips. “Bo.”
She’d said his name a thousand times, but never with the breathy anticipation she used now. She’d transformed from the quiet little mouse he knew to something different. She was submitting, but she seemed to find strength in it.
“Let’s get the hard part over with,” Trev announced. “On your feet. Go and grip the back of that monstrosity of a couch and present that ass to your Masters. It’s a count of forty, and then tomorrow we’ll discuss this situation further. You aren’t allowed to hide things from us. Not ever.”
“I didn’t want Bo to get hurt.”
Trev hugged her, his arms going around her torso. “I understand that, darlin’. I really do. But I can’t allow it. Bo, what would be worse? Being injured or knowing she was being hurt and you couldn’t do anything?”
No question. “I couldn’t live with myself if she’d died in this house and I was driving away. My life would have been over.”
“I feel the same way, Beth,” Trev added. “I appreciate that you don’t want us hurt, but you can’t take away our right to protect you. Protecting you, making sure you have what you need, knowing that I’m important to you—these are the things a Dom gets from the relationship.”
“You seemed to get a little more than that last night.”
Trev’s hand smacked her ass, but there was a smile on his face. “I’ll get that, too. You could turn into such a brat, baby. I’m going to enjoy watching you grow. Now, do as I told you. I want to get to the part of the evening where I fuck you.”
Beth held out her hand toward him. Bo moved close and helped her up. He took the opportunity to pull her close. He wished he’d been smart enough to chuck his clothes, but he could still feel the way her nipples poked at his chest.
“You want to get spanked?” He needed to hear her say it. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but he was a little nervous about it.
“Yes. I know it’s weird, but I think I’ll like it,” Beth admitted.
“No more waiting. Do as I told you.” Trev’s impatience was etched on his face. He strode across the room and picked up a leather bag. He unzipped it as Beth let go of Bo and walked to the living area of the house. It was dominated by an antique-looking sofa. It was the type of sofa that went in old-fashioned parlors, when the lady of the house would serve tea or something. Maudine Bellows would probably roll in her grave if she knew her perfectly kept parlor was being used as a place to spank her home’s new owner. Bo was pretty sure Maudine had never grasped the wooden back of the sofa and arched her back, presenting her ass high in the air the way Beth was. Of course, Maudine Bellows had probably never once had the look of anxious anticipation that lit up Beth’s face.
Bo let his fingers find the buttons of his shirt. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He wanted to feel that soft skin against his. He chucked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He noticed Trev had removed his as well, though he had folded it. Bo picked his up and followed Trev’s example, folding it neatly and making a pile of his clothes. Trev worked methodically, as though he had all night and he would take every second of it. Bo was impatient, the need to fuck riding him hard.
“She’s sweating. Trust me, the anticipation of what we’re going to do to her is going to make it even better.” Trev was down to nothing but his jeans and even those were unbuttoned. He reached into the leather bag and pulled out a small piece of pink plastic that had been rolled in a towel. “Hold it by the base. I bought it earlier today. I was late getting home because I had to drive two towns over to find a toy store. It’s been sterilized. I don’t want to have to stop to do it again.”