Page 165 of Theirs to Corrupt

“Tessa.”A third, much harder spank lands.

We all know I have a safe word, but I don’t use it. I’m not even a little bit tempted.

Moving slow—testing him?—I open myself for him.

“Such a pretty sight. And after we take you tonight, it will no longer be a virgin hole.”

My heart stops.

How do they expect me to make it through the night knowing they plan to fuck my ass? Taking a finger is hard enough.

He lubes the metal and begins to press it in.

They’ve taught me to bear down when they tease me there, and I do so now. Surprising me, it slides in easily enough, but it takes me a moment to adjust to the coldness and the intrusion. “Will it…stay?”

“Unless you push it out,” Pax replies.

“Which would make us both unhappy. And result in us putting it back in you at the restaurant.”

Gasping, I try to lift my head to see if they’re serious.

But I already know they are.

Link helps me to stand, and I pull up my panties and straighten my dress. Having the plug inside me is not awful, just strange.

I squirm and wiggle all the way to the restaurant, and when we’re shown to our favorite table and have champagne in front of us, Pax glances at me. “Sit flat on your ass.”

Until he gives me that instruction, I hadn’t realized I’d been leaning slightly to one side. “But it will go in more.”

Both men flash me wicked grins.

Since I know there will be consequences if I disobey, I reluctantly comply.

“Much better.”

Link’s approval is almost worth the discomfort. Almost.

Throughout the meal, I’m a little lost inside my thoughts.

Over coffee and dessert, Pax’s voice cuts through my fog to capture my attention. “Sorry?”

“I was asking if you played with yourself this afternoon.”

My eyes widen, and I frantically look around to see if anyone overheard us.

“I asked you a question.”

“No, Sir.” God. How did that word slip out in public? “I didn’t.”

“Such a good little dove.” Link all but purrs his approval.

The drive home seems to take a handful of minutes, even though I know that’s not possible. For once, I’d like to delay the inevitable, but every light seems to turn green as we approach.

Pax barely has the car in Park before Link is out and opening my door, offering his hand to assist me. My heart races with each step we take toward the house.

Pax closes the door behind us, and after the alarm is set, the entire space seems supercharged with tension.

“Our bedroom,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

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