Page 6 of For the Boys

“Come on, Red. Don’t do us like that,” Isaac says, gripping the bulge in the front of his pants.

“What? Is this too slow for you?” I ask.

Normally, I would feel awkward with so many sets of eyes on me so expectantly, but not this time. Unlike before, all the power is in my hands now.

I lock eyes with Drew and smile widely, and he mimics me. “I see what you’re doing,” he comments.

“Do you?”

“We all do.” He stretches his arms out beside him, then gestures to Isaac and Vincent behind him before moving them between us. “Maybe you just need some help. Is that it?”

I poke out my bottom lip and nod.

Although my eyes are locked on Drew, I can see Vincent shake his head behind me. “I told you, words.”

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. “Yes, Sir.”

“She’s a brat,” Isaac laughs. “Maybe we should show her how brats get treated.”

Drew looks over his shoulder. “I think we should.”

Suddenly, the room starts to shrink, and excitement surges through me more than before. I can’t wait to see what they have in store for me.

CHAPTER FIVE

Isaac walks backto the futon and plops down, then pats the spot beside him. I’m sure he’s telling me to sit, but as Drew steps his way and I turn to try to follow, Vincent rushes up behind me and grabs me by the forearm.

I glance between him and the other boys sitting on the futon, but they just shake their heads. “This is his forte, and damn, is it fun to watch,” Isaac whistles.

Vincent’s hold on my arm loosens as I flip back toward him. And when I look into his dark eyes, it’s only me and him. I’m sucked into his presence like a black hole, voiding out all other light or motion around us.

He inhales deeply through his nose and runs his hands up and down my arms. “Never pictured you as someone who needed a bit of… control.”

I raise a brow and pop out my hip. “Control?”

He ignores my question and continues to look me up and down in the most sensual way. “Let me just take a stab in the dark,” he starts, treading backward toward the bed and pulling me along with him. “You like to be told how beautiful you are while also being called a slut.”

Fuck if that one simple word didn’t make me almost faint.

I lift my chin and swallow hard. “Maybe I do.”

Licking his lips and he lowers his line of sight with mine. “Good. Then get on the bed and show the camera what good little sluts do.”

He maneuvers to the side and extends his arm toward the bed. I step slowly until my shins hit the edge, then plant my knees on the mattress. I crawl to the center, then flip over and bend my knees.

As I untie my Docs, he creeps behind the camera. “Slowly, baby. Do it slowly.”

I don’t reply. Instead, I slip my boots off silently as his hands reach up and grip either side of the camcorder. At this moment, it’s still just him and I, even though I can catch peeks of Isaac and Drew out of my peripheral. Their looks are cinched on me, not wavering, waiting for my next move.

“Tell me what to do,” I whisper as I throw my boots to the floor.

A sinister smile pulls at Vincent’s lips. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he says, letting my legs fall open as far as they can, not even caring if my skirt will cover my most private parts.

“Good girl. Now, your shirt. Lose it.” His voice is deeper with more gravel and want than before.

Again, I listen. Reaching for the short hem, I grip it and pull it over my head, then throw it to the floor. I shift my position, keeping my legs wide, and run my hands to my side. I trail them upward, letting my fingertips touch my bare skin, all the way till I hit my bra. I finger the strap of it around my center, then follow it to my back.

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