Page 23 of His Own Heaven

“Why what?” she groaned, rocking her hips, no doubt grinding her clit against Charlie’s palm. Toby landed a sharp slap on her arse, smiled when she yelped and then whimpered. “Why, Sir?”

He yanked her head back so he could watch her face, then growled in her ear. “Why are your scars more sensitive than the rest of your skin?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and her mouth hung open on a moan. “I don’t… don’t know,” she stammered. “I read somewhere that it might have something to do with the in…inconsistent way the collagen forms as the skin heals, that it traps the ne…nerve endings closer to the surface.” Her voice went up an octave, the last word coming out as a squeak before she swallowed hard and her whole body shuddered.

“Don’t let her come,” he barked at his brother, and Lucy cried out in protest as Charlie took a step back.

His brother lifted his hand and Toby groaned when he saw how it glistened, then felt a stab of jealousy when Charlie stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. That was twice now Charlie had tasted her pussy, and Toby hadn’t tasted her at all.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Charlie said, grinning even as he stared at Lucy with a look of wonder. “Gushed all over my hand when you spanked her.”

Toby gripped her chin in his free hand and turned her face towards his. “Is that true?” When she nodded, he stole a hard, passionate kiss. “Good girl,” he murmured against her lips. He was rewarded with a bashful smile and downcast eyes.

So fucking sexy.

“Trapped nerved endings, huh?” Toby’s grin turned wicked. “So if I were to do this….” He bent down and used the tip of his tongue to lick a slow path across her shoulder and down her back, all the way to where her scar ended at the top of her right buttock. Lucy’s body shivered and shook, her hands fisted by her sides as her sultry moan filled the air. “It would make you feel… what?”

She laughed the way people did when they couldn’t believe someone had asked something so dumb. “Horny.”

“How horny?” Charlie asked eagerly, watching the pair of them with his lady-killer smile firmly in place and one hand wrapped around his dick. His brother wanted to get this show on the road. So did Toby.

“‘If someone doesn’t fuck me hard and fuck me soon, I will scream’ horny,” she growled through clenched teeth.

Toby moved to stand beside Charlie and folded his arms across his chest. “Hey, Charlie?”

Mimicking his stance, his brother replied, “Yes, Toby?”

“Did my little fuck toy just growl at us?”

“I believe she did.”

Stepping towards her, his brow furrowed, Toby backed Lucy up against the wall, reached behind her, and grabbed his riding crop. When he held it up in front of her face, her eyes momentarily widened with fear, then almost immediately shuttered with pleasure.

Bless her little masochistic heart.

She was probably going to enjoy this even more than he was.

“Get on the bed.”

Toby barked the command, and Lucy obeyed.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, moving quickly to sit on the end of the biggest freaking bed she’d ever seen in her life.

Honestly, it must have been custom-made, because it looked to be about eight feet square and sat nestled in a solid-looking timber frame with four thick posts rising up from the corners. There was no canopy stretched across the top of them, however, but large wrought-iron rings secured near the top and bottom of each post.

A sudden rush of arousal at the sight of those metal rings had Lucy squeezing her thighs together and wishing that someone would hurry up and fuck her.

She was so damn close to begging for it, the words perched on the tip of her tongue, ready to slip free at a moment’s notice.

Take me. Use me. Fuck me. Please!

“On your hands and knees, baby,” Toby directed. “Face the bottom end of the bed. That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

Her insides lit up like fireworks every time he uttered those words, leaving her feeling warm and happy.

“Good girl.”

If anyone else had said them to her, she’d have told them to fuck off. But when Tobias Bennett told her she was a good girl, her objections to the condescending title melted faster than ice cream in January.

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