Page 98 of Sweet Little Spies

He stepped back. She’d asked him to be her Dom tonight. Itmight be one of the last times he played the most important role in his life.He put a hand to the back of Aidan’s neck, the touch settling something insidehim.

Aidan straightened up, reacting on instinct and obeying thesilent command. “Yes?”

“I want her naked.”

Aidan’s lips curled up in a decadent smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Carys groaned. “That shouldn’t be so sexy.”

But it was. “In the bedroom. I can’t be certain your cousinwon’t get those glasses fixed and come back.”

Aidan took her hand and led her through. Tristan followed,closing the French doors behind him and making sure they locked.

Aidan stopped in the middle of the luxurious room in frontof the four-poster bed where they would lay her out like a feast for two men.

Tristan stopped and watched as Aidan moved behind her,unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. His hands came around her waist,moving up until he cupped her breasts, fingers toying with the nipples as hemade eye contact with Tris over her shoulder.

His partner. His best friend. Aidan was part of his forever,and he didn’t care if everyone knew it. “Take off her pants. I want to see herpussy. I want to watch you make her wet and needy before she sucks our cocks.”

A glaze of desire coated her glorious emerald eyes, and hesaw her breath hitch. Damn, but she needed this. He hoped they’d gotten throughto her, but if logic didn’t work, maybe submission would.

Aidan went on his knees, dragging the slacks off her. She’dchucked her espadrilles the minute they’d walked in the room, so the slackscame off with ease, and then she was standing in silky undies. Undies with awet spot already.

“Spread your legs, Carys,” Tristan ordered. “Aidan, I thinkyou should explore a little. See if our pretty sub is ready for what we want todo to her.”

Carys’s bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth. “What doyou want to do to me, Sir?”

She wanted some dirty talk? He could give it to her. “I wantwhat I’ve been missing all these years. I want to fuck your ass while Aidantakes your sweet pussy. I want to feel his cock slide against mine while we’reboth inside you. I want to imprint myself on you so you never forget you belongto the two of us.”

“And you belong to me,” Carys said, fire in her eyes.

“Fuck, yes, I belong to you, and I forgot what that meantfor a while. I forgot it meant we face everything together, and if I feel leftout or like I need to prove something, I talk to you.” He wasn’t going into aheavy relationship discussion, but he could tell her how he felt. “I wantconnection with the two people I love more than anyone in the world. Now spreadyour legs and let Aidan test your pussy.”

She slid her legs apart, her eyes on him as Aidan shifteduntil he was in front of her. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing itover on top of her clothes, and then did what came naturally. He leaned in andrubbed his nose over that damp patch of silk, breathing her in.

Carys gasped and seemed to struggle to stay standing asAidan rubbed her sensitive flesh through her panties.

“Play with your nipples.” He meant what he’d said before. Heloved to watch them together. It got him hot, and his cock was pressing againstthe fly of his slacks. Bossing them around during sex did it for him, too.

Carys’s hands came up, running over her breasts while Aidanstarted to slide her undies down her legs. Her manicured fingers played,rolling her nipples between them.

His clothes were suddenly far too tight. He unbuttoned hisshirt and pulled the belt from his pants. Her eyes flared at the sight.

Did she want some discipline while Aidan tongued her?Tristan doubled the belt over and slapped it against his hand, letting thesound echo through the room.

Carys groaned, and he knew she was begging for it.

“This isn’t about punishment,” Tris began, closing thedistance between them. He stared at her gorgeous backside for a moment,reaching out to touch her silky skin. “This is for fun, baby. Aidan, you holdher.”

She would be caught between the pleasure of Aidan’s mouthand the satisfying sting of Tristan’s belt. Aidan’s arms wound around her legs,catching and holding her in a cage of muscle, never letting up on the slowstrokes of his tongue.

Tris pulled back the belt and then let it crack over herass, the sound sending a thrill through him, satisfying a place deep insidehim. The sadist who lived inside, who was tempered always by the man who loved.He only needed these two people, and only needed to give them the pain theyneeded to enhance their pleasure.

“Fuck,” Aidan said. “Do it again. I swear she’s alreadyclose.”

He struck again and again, the belt leaving light marks thatwould be gone by morning, but it was enough. When he saw her spine start tobow, he realized this might be over long before he wanted. “Stop.”

Carys groaned, but she didn’t complain. Aidan let her go androse to his feet, stepping back, her arousal still glistening on his lips.

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