Page 15 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
His brother’s gaze darkened, his voice roughened, his dominant side taking over. “Now you take your punishment like a good girl.”
“What? No! Why?”
Before Emily could put up a fight, Dane slid a finger deep inside her pussy. She was so tight, so fucking wet, he easily slid in another. She squirmed against him, her moan almost a whimper as he softly stroked her.
“I thought we’d settled this,” she whined, then moaned, her head lolling against his shoulder.
“We haven’t settled anything yet,” Eric said, his usual stern expression back in place. “Not completely.”
“But.” She panted. “Oh, God….” She thrust her hips against Dane’s hand, tried to push her clit against the heel of his palm. Tried to control the situation. Like he’d let that happen.
Dane removed his fingers and grinned at her frustrated whimper and the way she stamped her foot again. “Bad girl,” he growled in her ear.
“But,” she tried again, wriggling her arse against his cock, “you told me you love me, and I told you I love you, and now you want to beat me? And I still don’t understand why. You said I didn’t mess up your work.”
“He’s not going to beat you, Emily,” Dane said, tightening his grip on her breast. “A beating means maliciously inflicting harm. He would never do that to you.”
Eric stroked his fingers across her forehead and brushed a stray lock of hair off her face. “But I am going to discipline you. You’ve earned that much at the very least. And as to the why, well,”—he grinned—“where to begin?”
“I—” Her mouth flapped open and closed as she stared at his brother, then she turned her ire on Dane, attempted to glare at him over her shoulder.. “And what about you? Are you just going to stand there and watch him do this to me?”
“Of course not,” Dane said, his tone offended. “I’m going to help him.”
Emily’s outraged gasp quickly morphed into another moan as he slid his fingers deep inside her again. “This is so unfair,” she whined, panting her words into being as Dane stroked in and out of her. “You can’t use my horniness against me.”
Dane chuckled and circled his thumb around her swollen clit, making her gyrate against him. “Apparently I can.”
“Arms up, kitten. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Finally realising she had no option but to obey, she made the cutest little growling sound before doing as Eric commanded and lifted her arms above her head.
“Good girl,” Dane whispered in her ear.
He quickly had her T-shirt off, followed by her shoes, jeans and underwear, then he took a step back and joined his brother. “Beautiful,” they said in unison, their eyes raking over every stunning inch of her curvy body.
Emily stood before them, completely naked, a pink blush decorating her cheeks even as she tried to glare at them, with one foot tapping against the carpeted floor and her hands anchored to her hips. Not exactly the picture of a demure, submissive woman.
But then again, she never had been.
That was one of the things they loved most about her. Her fighting spirit, her fearlessness.
Although after tonight, reckless might be a more appropriate description.
“Hands by your side, Emily,” Eric said, cocking one brow when she took a little too long to obey. “Stand still.”
Emily opened her mouth to respond but Dane pressed a finger to his lips in a shush motion, sighing contentedly when she did as instructed. He wasn’t as dominant as Eric, never had been, never would be, but he did enjoy the trust she put in him, in them. She knew they would never hurt her. Not intentionally anyway.
She wouldn’t be so quick to obey them if she didn’t.
Their only wish was to keep her safe and happy. To let her know they had her back no matter what. To show her how deeply they cared for her so the shitshow that happened that night would never happen again.
With all of her naked splendour on display, the anticipation was driving Dane crazy.
He ached in a way he never had before. It was more than physical, more than the hard-on aching to be released from his jeans. His heart had hurt to see her tonight, to know the danger she was in simply by being there. Christ only knew what Shane and his cronies would have done to her had they found out he and Eric were cops.
The fact remained that Emily might still be in danger.
He wasn’t sure what had been said during Eric’s earlier phone call back to base, but the expression on his brother’s face as he’d entered the room wasn’t encouraging.
