Page 18 of Insatiable

“Okay,” Dakota stuttered. “I’ll go get dressed.”

“Hold up,” Zane said. “Crew and I want to pick out your outfit.”

Dakota groaned, making Zane laugh. “You two will pick something that’s see-through and has two scraps of fabric that barely cover anything.”

“That sounds perfect, do you have anything like that?” Crew asked.

She grumbled something about them both being pigs and walked upstairs to the master bedroom that they all shared. “Come on then,” she shouted back over her shoulder. “I’m wearing a jacket over my outfit if you can call it that.” Crew and Zane followed her upstairs, eager to get their girl naked and on their way to the club. Tonight might be bittersweet, but Crew planned on making it a night to remember.

Dakota

They got to the club just before it opened, and Dakota was thankful that there was no one there to watch the three of them yet. Crew and Zane had picked the skimpiest piece of lace that she owned, and it barely covered all her girl parts. They insisted that she go without a bra and panties and without her jacket, which she insisted she be able to wear, everyone would be able to see her bits and pieces.

This whole scene was so out of her element, but she wanted to try for her guys. They walked her into the main room, and she looked around at all the equipment. There was a giant wooden cross with restraints in the corner of the room that intrigued her. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the cross.

“That is a Saint Andrew’s Cross,” Zane whispered into her ear. His warm breath made her shiver and all she wanted to do was find out what he and Crew would do to her on that cross.

“Can you show me what to do?” she asked.

“Strip,” Crew ordered. She waisted no time doing what he asked. It didn’t take long before she was completely naked, standing in front of them both.

“Will you both be naked too?” she asked.

“Would you like for us to be,” Zane asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, “please.” She watched as they both stripped bare. Dakota knew that she would never get tired of watching them strip for her. They were the most beautiful men that she had ever seen, and they were both hers.

“You are both so beautiful,” she whispered. Zane and Crew surrounded her body, and her skin felt like it was on fire everywhere that they touched.

“Ready?” Zane whispered. She looked up at the cross once more and nodded. They worked in unison to strap her arms and legs to the cross with the leather restraints. Her front was facing the cross and her ass was exposed to them and anyone else in the room.

“Why am I facing the cross?” she asked.

“So that you won’t focus on anyone watching us,” Crew said. “We want your total attention, and this is your first time—we don’t want you to be nervous.” That ship had already sailed, but she wasn’t about to tell them that.

They touched her body all over, playing with her taut nipples and spanking her ass red. She loved everything that they were doing to her and when Zane ran his fingers through her wet folds, she couldn’t help but hiss out her breath.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“We’ve got you, honey,” Crew promised. He kissed her while Zane worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, and Dakota felt as though she was flying. No one besides the three of them existed right now. It was perfect.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dakota knew that voice by heart—Ross. Her brother was at the club and could see exactly what Zane and Crew were doing to her. She was strapped to the Saint Andrews Cross with her back to the people who were watching them play, and suddenly, she was forced back to reality. Crew and Zane both knew her well enough to know thatshe’d be too embarrassed to play out in the open if she felt that people were staring at her.

“Shit,” Zane breathed. “I’ll take care of this, baby.” That was the last thing that Dakota needed. Her brother would murder is lifelong friend and she’d be to blame.

“No,” she almost shouted, “just get me off this thing and grab me a robe. I can handle my brother,” she insisted.

“I don’t need anyone to handle me,” Ross shouted. “I need someone to tell me what the fuck is going on here,” he said.

“It’s not what you think,” Crew insisted. Dakota could feel his back pressing up against her ass and back. He was trying to cover her, but she had a feeling that sweet gesture was a little too late. Her brother had probably seen everything, and she felt like a fool for allowing the guys to talk her into playing at the club with them. She should have known better, but she liked the idea of being adventurous with her guys.

“Really?” Ross challenged. From the tone in his voice, Dakota could tell that he was going to give Crew and Zane a fight—only adding to her humiliation. “Because it looks to me like you are fucking my little sister in our club. You want to tell me what you’re doing with Dakota, Zane? You’re my best friend. I thought that little sisters were off limits.”

“Well, we never officially made that a rule,” Leo reminded.

Dakota groaned, “Is everyone here?” she asked.

“Afraid so,” Zane whispered to her.

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