Page 69 of Sweet Little Spies

Tonight wasn’t the time to think about walls. It was thetime to stop thinking and let herself feel.

The spectators were vague shapes beyond the lights. Shecouldn’t tell how many people were watching them. She was still properlyclothed, and it gave her some cover. Would they get her out of her clothes?Would they demand she strip down for them?

Not while she was cuffed, of course, but Tris seemed toallude to a long scene. In the past they would play some truly fun games. Wouldshe still find them fun?

How long had it been since Tristan set her up for the kindof spanking that made her ache and also opened her up?

Her men prowled across the stage toward her. Prowled was theright word. Tristan was leaning slightly forward as he walked, while Aidanmoved and not around to her other side. He was behind her, and she had no ideawhat he was doing, what he was planning to do. A thrill of alarm worked its waydown her spine.

She knew they would never hurt her—well, they would hurt herplenty, but only in the ways she craved. She wasn’t sure she could trust themwith her heart, but she absolutely trusted them with her body. Though even asshe stood there bound and helpless, she was a little afraid.

And that fear made her nipples tight and pussy throb. It wasa heady feeling, a feeling that shoved out all the others and left herblissfully in the moment where she didn’t have to decide anything at all. Allshe needed to do was comply with her Masters’ commands and accept theirpunishment and their pleasure.

Tristan stopped in front of her, and she could feel hisfocus, his attention. He was no longer paying attention to the crowd. He was somuch more commanding than he’d been before, and it was addicting.

“You look gorgeous tonight, love,” Tristan said, his voicedipping low as though he meant to keep the words private between the three ofthem, as though telling her, even with an audience, there was no one in theworld except the three of them.

“Fucking sexy as hell.” Aidan’s hand slipped under her skirtand cupped her ass. “I want to show you off tonight. I want everyone in thisclub to know how stunning our submissive is.”

Tristan’s lips quirked up. “Everyone who isn’t hiding in thelounge.”

She frowned. “Do not take me out of my sexy moment, Tris.”

Aidan’s teeth sank into her ear. It seemed to be his go-tomove tonight, and it had her going up on her toes at the thrill of pain. “Badsub. I’ll move down your neck next. I like leaving a mark, baby.”

Tristan loomed over her. “Another ten.”

Then he lowered his mouth to hers, the kiss unexpectedlytender rather than fiery and demanding the way she thought it would be. Histongue touched hers, then ran along the inside of her lower lip.

When he broke the kiss she was soft and ready. She’d knownthem all of her life, but in the moment everything felt fresh, like they couldhave both the comfort of a long-term relationship and the thrill of somethingnew. Like they could reinvent themselves however they wanted. She could be thecalm and collected doctor during work and their wild sub here. They could havethe loving partnership they’d formed, and also this crazy, reckless passion.

If she could only trust they wouldn’t lie to her again.

His lips clung to hers as he pulled back, a tender moment,as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her.

Then his hand was around her neck, the movement snake-quickand so unexpected she jumped, letting out a short scream of surprise.

“Thank me for kissing you,” Tristan demanded.

Carys leaned into his hand, increasing the pressure of hisfingers around her throat. Showing him he wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted hisdominance, enjoyed the sensation of his hands sinking into her skin. “Thankyou, Sir.”

He smirked, then pushed his thumb against the bottom of herjaw, forcing her to tip her head back. He bent, nipping the skin on her neckand sucking.

A hickie? It had been a long time since she’d had one ofthose. Not since high school when they’d fumbled around, learning what theyliked, what made her hot. They’d teased that if one of them put a mark on her,the other needed equal time, space on her skin.

Tristan was taking his the way Aidan had.

She might end up covered in reminders of the night, andunlike high school, she didn’t think she would hide them now. She would enjoythem.

Tristan released her neck and stepped back and to the sideso his body was no longer blocking the audience’s view of her.

“We’re going to play a game now. It’s not a thing I would doif we hadn’t played like this many times before. Our beautiful submissive isdamn-near perfect, so we have to get creative when we want her to earn herpunishments. By nature she wouldn’t ever earn a single one.” His expressionchanged, turning dark and dominant. The top was in the house. “On your knees,sub.”

Carys blinked at him, looked first left, then right, at thecuffs and straps, and back to him, arching a brow. They had played these kindsof games before. Usually when she needed to really unleash tension. Tris wouldcome up with wicked games, giving her orders she couldn’t possibly obey. It wassomething he did when she couldn’t ask for what she needed.

Did she trust him enough to play like this with him?

Tristan crossed his arms over his big, muscled chest,staring at her like he could force her to do his will. Against all the rules ofscience.

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