Page 95 of They All Own Me

“Hands up,” he commands softly but firmly. The raw authority in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I comply, raising my hands above my head and gripping the headboard. The metal cuffs click around my wrists, securing me in place. My pulse quickens as Issac's strong hands ensure they’re snug but not too tight.

Connor leans back, his eyes dark with desire as he watches us. “Better put on a good show for us.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Isaac replies without breaking eye contact with me. His fingers trail down my arms slowly before moving to my hips. He leans in close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear.

“Ready for me?” he whispers.

“Always,” I respond breathlessly.

Dom’s voice cuts through the charged atmosphere. “Don’t forget we’re here too.”

Isaac chuckles lowly. “How could I? You two are practically drooling.”

I glance at them from beneath my lashes and smirk. “Enjoying yourselves?”

Connor shifts slightly but doesn’t look away. “You have no idea.”

Isaac’s hands roam over my body with practiced ease, exploring every curve and dip like he owns it all. He pauses at the band of my undies and slowly starts to maneuver them down my hips.

“Isaac,” I murmur, arching into his touch.

“Patience,” he growls softly before turning to Dom and Connor with a wink. “Hope you boys are comfortable.”

Dom nods appreciatively while Connor adjusts himself slightly but remains fixated on us.

Isaac's hands tighten around my hips, his grip firm but not painful.

“Right now, there’s nothing I want more than to see you squirm,” he murmurs. “I know you like it rough, but I want to make sure you’re really better before we go there.”

I whine softly, shifting my hips to press against him. “But I want?—”

“Don’t be a brat,” he interrupts, planting a trail of kisses up my inner thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

A shiver runs through me as his lips move higher, teasingly close to where I ache for him most. I glance over at Dom and Connor; they’re both leaning forward, watching intently.

“Isaac,” I say, my voice more demanding than I intend. “Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”

His eyes darken with desire and amusement. “Yes ma’am.” He stands and strips off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest and the intricate tattoo on his bicep.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He kneels back down between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine as he spreads me open. His fingers glide along my skin, sending sparks of electricity through me.

“You ready for this?” he asks, voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Isaac doesn’t waste any time. His mouth descends on me with an intensity that makes me gasp. His tongue is skilled and relentless, each stroke driving me closer to the edge.

“Oh God,” I moan, my back arching involuntarily.

From the corner of my eye, I see Connor shifting in his seat, adjusting himself uncomfortably. Dom’s expression is one of barely contained desire.

Isaac's mouth moves with purpose, his tongue dancing over my most sensitive spots. He pulls away slightly, murmuring, “You taste so fucking good, Tatum.”

I gasp, hips arching off the bed. “God, yes.”

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