Shameless (Bound Hearts #7)

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“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.

His lips nipped at hers as she breathed in roughly and sought more of his kiss.

She could taste the faint hint of whisky, and heat, like a summer storm. The damp stroke of his tongue igniting nerve endings she had never paid attention to at any other time.

“I want to touch you,” she groaned as he licked at her lips.

“You want to make me crazy,” he reprimanded her, surprising her with the edge of amusement in his voice as his hands cupped her breasts, pressing them together as he lowered his head to the stiff nipples awaiting him there.

Courtney arched closer, shaking with the deepening arousal as whimpers of need passed her lips as he licked them. His tongue was damp, hot. Her nipples so sensitive that the lightest stroke had her shaking from the pleasure.

“She’s beautiful, Ian.” Khalid’s husky, heavily accented voice was a whisper of hunger at her side. His voice was huskier, lower, pleasure filling it.

“Yes, she is,” Ian agreed a second before his tongue swiped over her nipples again, drawing a low moan of exquisite pleasure from her.

“She’s really horny, too,” she informed them both, her tone one of desperation. “Could we do something about this now?”

Had she shocked him?

She felt him still against her for a long moment, then his lips covered a nipple, his teeth nipping, his lips drawing on her as fire began to sizzle in the pit of her stomach. Her head fell back against the chair, her feet bracing on the floor as she arched closer, desperate to press her pussy against him, for the friction needed to ease the building fury raging inside her.

“Open.” A thumb ran across her lips.

Courtney was under no illusions to what was coming. Her mouth opened, wide, a muttered groan passing her lips as Khalid sank the flared crest of his cock past her lips. It was thick, hot, filling her mouth as she closed on it again and began to suck with the same devastating, teasing strokes Ian was using on her nipples.

She found that her sense of taste became elevated with the dark blindfold. Khalid’s cock was just as thick as Ian’s, though the head was more tapered than rounded, and the taste was wilder. A mix of lust and dry, heated nights, much like the land he came from.

Let them tease. She could tease back. Bound and blindfolded be damned. She had other ways to push them as well.

Her tongue mimicked Ian’s, drawing a ragged groan from Khalid’s throat as he pressed heavily between her lips, drawing back as her tongue lashed against the sensitive underside, then pressing forward again as she sucked at the burgeoning head.

He tasted of male heat and lust. A heady flavor when combined with the stimulus Ian was applying to her breasts.

She heard both men moan, the sound amplified, the desire different in each voice. Khalid was all lust and passion. But Ian, his voice was rougher, deeper, filled with an emotion that made her tremble with hope.

“She’s a wicked tease, my friend.” Khalid’s voice was rough as he shafted her lips with obviously frayed control.

Courtney felt Ian shift, one hand moving from her breast. A second later, a scream echoed around Khalid’s cock as she felt two fingers plunge deep inside her cunt, separating the pulsing tissue as fire lanced through her womb.

Khalid held her head steady as he continued to fuck his cock in and out, past lips that fought to maintain suction even as she struggled to breathe. Ian’s lips drew frantically at her nipple as his fingers scissored inside her vagina, stroking alternate nerve endings and forcing her quivering flesh into submission.

And he wasn’t letting her come.

Deliberately, backing off, surging forward, stroking, tormenting, he kept her on the edge of her arousal as light began to swirl within her vision, proof that the intensity of the sensations was destroying her mind.

Suddenly, Khalid’s cock popped free of her mouth, his laughter drifting around her as she uttered a protesting cry and attempted to follow for more. Ian’s fingers slid from her pussy and she was suddenly left devoid of any touch.

“That was mean.” She shifted her legs, searching for Ian with her feet as she felt the cool air of the bedroom caressing her overheated flesh. “Come on, Ian, you don’t have to torture me.”

But she knew he would.

She was looking forward to it.

“Come on, baby.”

She gasped as Ian’s voice whispered at her ear again. He helped her from the chair, steadying her when her legs quivered beneath her, and led her to the bed.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Courtney.” She couldn’t tell now if he was amused or serious. “You’ll have to be punished for that.”

Oh, hell yes. She was sure as hell hoping so.

“Ohhh, are we going to get kinky, Uncle Ian?” she teased him breathlessly then jumped, startled, as his hand landed on her ass in a burning caress.

“Be quiet, before I gag you,” he ordered, his tone of voice dark, forbidding as he laid her on her stomach and released the restraint on her wrists.

Not that she had time to do much more than slip and attempt to run her palm up the thigh nearest her before they had captured both wrists once again and attached the padded cuffs to them, stretching her out in the center of the bed.

Her ankles were next, though there was quite a bit of slack in the small chains she could hear clinking together. Once they had her restrained, they began to play in earnest.

She was placed on her hands and knees, gasping, as she felt Ian move behind her while Khalid stretched out beside her, his head moving beneath her body. Almost instantly his wicked tongue began to play with her saturated pussy as his fingers found her burning nipples.

That was bad enough. That pleasure at its most extreme, simply because he absolutely refused to allow her release. But Ian, demon that he was, began to up the ante.

His hand landed on the sensitive cheek of her rear, causing her to jerk at the fiery wash of sensations it produced. She would have been more comfortable if it had hurt. Rather it singed, causing her to twist and press back for more as Khalid hummed against her pussy.

She could feel her juices pouring from her vagina as her flesh began to heat, to melt for the two men so intent on making her insane. Losing her sight had only served to emphasize that of touch, as she knew Ian meant for it to do. The lightest caress was more intense now, more destructive.

“What a pretty, sweet little ass,” Ian crooned as he parted the curves. “Stay still, baby, let me get you ready.” He patted her rear as she felt the tapered end of the tube of lubrication gel being inserted into her rear.

She arched, moaning deeply at the sensation of the wand penetrating that dark channel.

“I do nothing but live to hear you scream in pleasure anymore,” he growled, and by the tone of his voice, that thought didn’t seem to please him.

“I live to scream for you—” She arched wildly as she felt Khalid’s tongue curling around her clit as the cool sensation of the gel began to fill her ass.

She was breathing harshly now, her hips twisting as she fought to drive her clit further inside his teasing mouth.

Ian’s hand landed on her ass again, harder.

“Stay still, little cat,” he ordered harshly. “It’s going to be a very long time before you get to come again. Save your strength.”

In that moment she began to suspect that perhaps Ian hadn’t yet shown her all the different facets of his sexuality. His voice was darker, deeper, the pleasure throbbing just beneath the surface was thicker than ever before.

The nozzle was removed from her anus then, sliding free of her as she moaned heavily at the rasp against the tender nerve endings. Khalid slid from beneath her body as Ian moved from behind her, lying along her side and beginning to play in earnest.

“Come here, baby.” Ian’s lips found hers, an amazingly tender kiss as his tongue licked at her lips, his hands burying in her hair as she cried out at the overwhelming pleasure.

Because for all Ian’s tenderness, his gentle kiss, Khalid had now turned into her tormentor. Moving behind her, his hand began a rhythmic series of light slaps against her rear, alternating every few seconds with an underhanded burning smack to her sensitive pussy.

She tried to breathe, to scream against the sensations ripping through her, but Ian’s lips caught each cry, his encouraging moans fueling the haze of lust surrounding her.

As his tongue slid past her lips once again, Khalid speared two fingers deep inside her pussy. As Ian licked at her lips, Khalid curled his fingers and stroked against the ultra-sensitive flesh high within the very depths of her vagina.

She was shaking, torn between ecstasy and torment, certain there was no way to survive the sensations. With each slap to her tender flesh, the flames burning over her body became worse, sensitizing her, awakening nerve endings she had no idea she possessed as the tension in her body began to build higher.