Page 29 of Their Virgins Secret

“I will?” The question squeaked out of her mouth.

“Absolutely. ” Cole sounded supremely confident.

Burke nodded, confident, as well. He knew something Cole couldn’t yet. “The minute I told her we’d start with ten, she got aroused as hell. I can smell her. ”

Jessa tried to take a step away, but he caught her. “Burke, stop embarrassing me. ”

Her skin was flushing, and he smiled. It wasn’t polite. “I would think after having one of us deep in your pussy almost constantly for the past four days that you’d be over the embarrassment. I love the way you smell. I want to stick my face in your pussy and drown. ” He caressed her hip. “Sex is dirty and nasty, sweetheart. Do you really want some nice boy who will politely fuck you once a week in a standard missionary position and never, ever spank you? Or refuse to shove his cock up your ass while he shares you with his brother?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, cheeks stained pink. “No. ”

“Good. If you want two men who will obsess over you, treat you like a princess and a hot sex toy all at once, then get on your knees and take our discipline. ”

Jessa dropped immediately to her knees and presented herself. Cole’s eyes glittered, and Burke smiled. Yes, she was exactly what they needed.

* * * *

Jessa felt the plush carpet beneath her and tried to breathe through her excitement. God, what were they doing to her? Five days ago, she’d been a virgin. Sex had seemed so unimportant when compared to everything else. Now she was on her hands and knees waiting for two hot men to spank her and fuck her and take everything she had to give.

Why?

Because she loved them. She let the thought flow through her as Burke settled himself behind her. She looked up, and Cole sat like a king on his throne, watching her with those deep blue eyes that reminded her of the night sky right before a storm. He wore a satisfied smile that made her womb clench, one that told her he meant to fuck her ruthlessly and often tonight.

“This is the right choice, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you. ” Burke’s hands soothed over her backside.

She knew that and couldn’t resist baiting them. “There’s a lot of talking and not a lot of action. ”

She heard the smack before she felt it. It cracked through the air, stinging her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. It hurt a little, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Instead, she opened herself to the sensation, the visceral heat of it, letting her senses really take it in.

Another smack, this time on the other cheek. She groaned. Fire licked at her skin. Yep. She’d definitely felt that one. Eight more.

She breathed in as Burke struck again, this time a bit faster, a bit harder. She memorized the sound of his hand hitting her ass, the sharp breath he took with each slap, Cole’s tightening posture. She let the smells wash over her. Burke and Cole’s cologne came first, masculine and clean. But her arousal, musky and pervasive, settled underneath that. No way to hide it. Getting her butt spanked was doing something for her. Burke struck again and again, moving around, laying his hand on every part of her ass, the tops of her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs, then landing a blow directly on her pussy.

The physical sensations astounded her. Her ass was burning, but it was an oddly sweet heat, reminding her how alive skin could feel, reminding her that every part of her body was connected. Burke’s every blow washed like a wave from her ass to her pussy, drenching her. Her nipples tightened. She fisted her hand into the carpet, and she whimpered.

But she was dazzlingly alive. This was what she’d found in the last week. Lights seemed brighter. Sounds louder. Smells more decadently tempting. And her painting…oh, she’d found her passion again. When she wasn’t with them or working at the hotel, she was painting with a purpose she hadn’t had in a long time. Passion. Love. Acceptance. They’d opened doors Jessa hadn’t known she’d closed.

Another blow, and she moaned, unable to stop the sound. She didn’t even want to. She wanted them to know that she felt it. Burke smacked again, striking in the center of her ass, lighting it up. Jessa waited for the pain to bloom into something else.

“That was ten, sweetheart. ” She could hear the approval in Burke’s thick voice.

“She took it well. I was right. ” Cole smiled down at her. His body was poised back in the chair, but he’d opened his slacks and released his cock. He stroked the thick column in one hand while he watched her, the very picture of decadence. “She’s very submissive sexually. ”

“You only know the half of it. She’s so wet. ” Burke’s hand stroked her ass now, tracing the flesh he’d struck until he skimmed down to her pussy.

Jessa gasped with pleasure as he forced a finger past her swollen folds and up her hungry cunt. She felt so empty. She hadn’t even realized it until just now. She wanted one of them inside her. “Please. . . ”

Burke chuckled behind her, his finger teasing lightly. “Please? What would please you, sweetheart?”

“You. Or Cole. Or both. I need you. ” She wiggled, trying to tempt that finger deeper inside and maybe to bring a friend.

Burke pulled away. “Not yet. You have something to say to Cole. ”

She looked up. Cole was still leisurely stroking his cock, the enormous organ standing straight up like a temptation she was dying to taste. Yes, she had a few things to say to Cole. Things like, “take me now” or “I’m going to scream if you don’t fuck me. ” But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Jessa sat back on her heels, wincing a little at the ache in her ass. After she’d figured out that Cole was into BDSM, she’d looked it up on the web. She’d found thousands of images, articles, and videos on the subject. She understood the single thread that bound every piece of BDSM information together: trust.

She spread her legs wide and lowered her head, trying to keep her spine as straight as possible. The slave pose was a way of greeting a Dom. It showed a submissive’s trust and respect. She’d been aroused by the pictures, but a little afraid until she’d understood that this was an exchange of power. It wasn’t a stronger person taking from someone weaker. It was a mutual decision meant to bring peace and pleasure to both parties. Jessa hoped she had the pose right. She wanted to please him so much.

“Beautiful, baby. You have no idea how exquisite you are to me. ” Cole’s deep rumble rolled over her. She felt his hand on her head, sliding into her hair. Burke still hovered at her back. She heard the rustling of clothes, but she kept true to her role, leaving her head submissively down when all she wanted to do was watch Cole undress. “Do you have any idea what it means that you figured out how to do this yourself? That you cared enough to study?”

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