Page 78 of Lock Me Out

I’m not sure if he buys it completely but, even if he doesn’t, he lets it go. “It really has been a great day. I can’t believe Mom’s improved so much already.”

“She looked genuinely happy today,” Nix says from the passenger seat.

“You guys looked happy too,” I point out.

“’Cause we are,” Colt agrees, just as he pulls the car into a parking spot in front of our apartment building. I open the door as soon as we’re parked, sucking in a deep breath of fresh, cool air.

It’s dark outside, but the neighborhood is well lit with street lights scattered along the walkways. I shut the door and make my way to the front door, with Nix and Colt falling into step soon after. Together we walk in and up the stairs, where Colt unlocks the door.

We pile into the apartment, and I flip on the lights.

“You sure you’re okay?” Nix questions, scanning my face.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you,” I admit.

“For me?” Nix wiggles his eyebrows.

“For both of you,” I clarify, looking between the two brothers.

“I like surprises,” Colt says, before adding, “Actually, I don’t, unless they come from you.”

“What is it?” Nix asks impatiently.

“It’s in the bedroom,” I explain.

“I definitely like where this is heading.” Colt grins at me, setting butterflies loose in my stomach.

I’m nervous as I lead the guys through the hallway and into our bedroom. Opening the door to the walk-in closet, I grab the bag Istuffed behind the hung up clothes. Nix and Colt stand patiently in the center of the bedroom when I turn around.

I carry the bag to the bed and pour the items inside out onto the mattress. There is a blindfold, a ball gag, a pair of handcuffs, and a small paddle for impact play.

Biting my bottom lip, I look between Colt and Nix, who are both gawking at the pile on the bed with piqued interest.

“Those look fun,” Colt speaks first. He reaches for the handcuffs, picking them up to inspect them. “You didn’t go cheap. These are sturdy.”

“You won’t be able to say your safe word with this,” Nix says, picking up the ball gag.

“I know,” I answer a bit nervously. “But I trust you not to take it too far.”

Nix meets my eyes, his pupils are already dilated, making him look dark and dangerous. My breath hitches when he suddenly eats up the distance between us.

“What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off and put your hands behind your back,” he orders in a gravelly voice.

Excitement fills my veins as I start to undress quickly under the guys’ watchful eyes. When I’m completely naked, I turn around and let Colt cuff my hands behind my back.

“Open up,” Nix demands, holding the ball gag in front of my face.

I part my lips, and Nix forces the rubber ball in my mouth before fastening it at the back of my head. Then Colt puts the blindfold on me. My vision goes black, and I’m left at their mercy.

One of them grabs me by the upper arm and guides me back to the bed. My thighs make contact with the edge of the mattress just as a strong hand pushes me down so I’m bent over. I turn my head, so my cheek is pressed up against the cool sheet.

I can’t see or speak, but I can hear zippers being lowered. I gasp against the gag when someone kicks my legs apart roughly. Fingers find my center, running up and down my slit with ease.

“She is wet for us already,” Nix says behind me.

“Of course she is,” Colt agrees.

Something smooth and cool is dragged up my thigh. I recognize it to be the paddle a second before someone lifts it up and brings it down on my ass with a harsh smack. I jolt forward and yelp against the gag, more from surprise than pain.

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