It was like one of her dark fantasies come to life. Jasper, looming over her bound, helpless body, rasping dirty commands. Orders that absolved her of any complicity in her own defilement. Shuddering, she sealed her lips tight and sucked, and she’d almost forgotten about Ace until he hissed out a breath. “Fucking hell, Jasper.” .
“I know.” He glided the pad of his thumb over her tongue. “She’s beautiful.” .
Drunk on the look in his eyes, on the buzz trembling through her body, Noelle scraped her teeth over his thumb. .
He pulled free of her mouth with a pop and smiled approvingly. “That’s good, honey.” The smile lingered as he tugged lightly at her silky shirt. “Is this Lex’s too?” .
“Yes. I didn’t buy much yesterday.” Mostly just the corset, the one he’d liked so much. .
He drew something from his pocket, but she didn’t get a good look at it until it clicked and light glinted off the blade. A knife. He teased the tip under the already-plunging neckline and slit the fabric clean away from her skin. .
Her breasts spilled free, unbound and heavy. She twisted so hard that Ace grabbed her forearm with a warning noise, but she couldn’t sit still. Her pulse pounded in her ears and between her legs. She was painfully aware of her clitoris, of the way it seemed as hard and hungry as her nipples. .
If he cut off her skirt, she might come from that alone. .
But he folded the knife and put it away. “Stay still, honey. The longer it takes, the longer you wait.” .
“Jasper—”.
Before he could say anything, Ace tweaked her nipple, pinching hard enough to force her breath out in a moan. “Jesus, she’s hot for it,” he murmured as he went back to the tattoo. “One more line, honey, and then we’ll play with you.” .
“She’ll want the cuffs too.” Jas sounded certain. .
“That so?” Ace drawled. .
As if there was any question. Noelle felt as if every day stripped away a layer of numbness, a layer of respectability. The girl who’d stumbled out of Eden might have bowed beneath the hard work and endless rules of the commune. .
The girl she wanted to become could only live here, in the darkness of the sector slums. “Yes. I want cuffs.” .
Ace hummed. “What do you say, Jasper? How much more can she take without someone working her off?” .
He stroked the same nipple Ace had tweaked, a gentle touch instead of a rough one. “Not long. Finish blacking out the bar, and we’ll give her a break, make her come. Then you can start on the rest.” .
Noelle groaned and rocked on the seat, so hungry she didn’t care if she looked shameless. “Have you two done this a lot? Tied a girl up and made her listen to you talk dirty about what you were going to do to her?” .
“Oh, she’s cute, Jas. She thinks we’ve been talking dirty.” .
“Ace isn’t dirty,” Jas observed conversationally as his hand drifted down, over the waistband of her skirt. “He’s obscene.” .
Lower. Lower. If she thought it hard enough, maybe he’d slide his fingers over her wet panties and realize how close she was to shaking to pieces. “What’s the difference?” .
Ace finished the final line with a flourish and reached out to catch her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Dirty’s saying I’m going to make you come. Obscene’s saying I’m going to spread your pretty pink pussy lips open and spank your clit until you come all over my face.” .
Oh God.
Excerpt Two
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