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  Blinking the tears from her eyes so she could see his handsome face, Katie-Anne stared into Landon’s blue eyes and nodded. “I know,” she replied, “but that doesn’t make it better right now.”

  Shane’s arms tensed around her. “We’re here, little one. We have you.”

  Pulling back, Katie-Anne whispered, “I know you are. That’s what gets me through things now. I’m not alone anymore.”

  “No, you’re not,” Landon said then swooped down and kissed her with a fierceness that touched her heart. Lifting his head, he smiled tenderly. “We’ll do anything for you, kitten. It’s our privilege to take care of you and be there for you.”

  “Me, too,” she muttered. Then she realized something she needed, something they would do for her. With a sigh, she said, “I know something I need right now.”

  “What?” Shane asked, accidentally talking over Landon who’d murmured, “Anything.”

  “Fuck me,” she replied simply. Not giving them a chance to respond, she explained, “I know that you two have strayed away from dominating me in the bedroom since Sarah’s attack, and I understand that you think it is for my sake. But it isn’t. I need to give over my control to you. I need to go to a place where all I have to do is feel. I don’t want to have to think about everything all the time.”

  Taking a deep breath, Katie-Anne looked at Landon then at Shane and went on, “This is not about being strong or being weak. This is about my choice, and I choose to submit to your wants and needs because they are my wants and needs.”

  Landon watched Shane quietly, letting the dominant man make the call.

  Katie-Anne held her breath as she waited for Shane to decide. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Shane said, “All right,” then lifted her up into his arms. “We can do that, if you will go into one of the private exhibitionist rooms downstairs.”

  Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh my fucking shit.

  “I–I–I,” Katie-Anne stammered as blood suffused her face, “don’t know if I can do that.”

  Shane shot her a predatory smile. “You just said that you wanted us to be in control. Well, I think it’s time to put your money where your mouth is. You want to submit to me and Landon, you will do it there.”

  Katie-Anne felt nauseous. She wanted to march right into the exhibitionist room and fuck her husbands while the whole club watched. The thought of stranger’s eyes on them, the thought of strangers getting aroused because of them, did it for her. It excited her, and it made her horny. But it also scared the fuck out of her.

  “What if I’m not ready?” she asked in a small voice.

  “What if you are?” Shane shot back.

  Sliding her eyes closed, Katie-Anne took a deep breath. “Fine.”

  “All right,” Shane said, swinging around and heading for the stairs. “Landon, call Deke and give him a heads up.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Landon replied as he followed behind them. Pulling his cell from his pocket, Landon did as Shane had told him and called Deke. He spoke into the phone, quickly and quietly enough that she couldn’t understand a word. Ending his call, Landon said to Shane, “Room six.”

  Shane nodded, his gait speeding up as he headed toward the club.

  Katie-Anne held herself still in Shane’s arms, forcing herself to not bounce up and down in excitement at the prospect of seeing an area in the club she’d never seen before. Even though she’d been in The Edge before, Deke had always made sure to control where she did and did not go. Even when Rafe had given her the tour, Deke had found her and ushered her out before she’d gotten to the good stuff. But not this time. I get to see everything. Well, everything between the apartment and the exhibitionist area.

  Katie-Anne gazed at the surroundings passing her by. The dimly lit hallway was rather nondescript and unassuming in a twisted sort of way. She could be in any hallway, anywhere in the world, and have no clue where she was. Only this hallway was unique. It oozed sensuality, despite the lack of artifice. The dark paint and cherry paneling gave an intimate air that she couldn’t even begin to describe. The posh carpeting and tasteful wall sconces gave the hallway an upper crust sort of feel. I’m not in a sleazy establishment, that’s for sure. No tawdry massage parlor or seedy brothel here.

  Unfortunately for her, the exhibitionist area was just down the hall from them so she didn’t get to spy for long before they stepped in front of a numberless room.

  Without a word, Shane moved aside and let Landon grab the door handle with his thumb against a fingerprint scanner where the lock would normally be. Right away the LED light lit up and the door unlocked. Turning the handle, Landon pushed open the door then strode inside, and Katie-Anne gasped in surprise.

  This room was nothing like she’d imagined in her many naughty dreams. Like the hallway, it was understated in its simplicity. But, somehow, a seductive indulgence shined through the modest elegance. The chic space reminded her of secret rendezvous and intriguing liaisons, making her feel as though she’d stepped into an old black-and-white film.

  There was only one piece of furniture in the entire room, yet that one piece was enough. The bed screamed decadence and pleasure. The tall, grandiose bed dominated the entire space. It was huge. No, that damn bed is gargantuan. Plush gold pillows and extravagant white bedding covered the mattress. I could get lost in there and never come back out again.

  “You just might,” Shane whispered into her ear, and she realized she’d thought out loud again. “Why don’t we find out? Landon, hit the viewing button. Let the world watch as we fuck our woman.”

  Landon crossed the room, flipping a switch by the curtained window, but nothing happened. “Don’t worry, kitten. You can’t see them, but they can see you.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. Her body loved the thought Landon had put in her mind.

  On the other side of that wall, people were watching her, Shane, and Landon. They were observing the three of them together. The stranger’s eyes were focused on them, caressing every inch of their bodies. Men could have their dicks out of their pants as they stroked themselves, and women could have their cunts exposed as they finger-fucked themselves.

  The more her mind spun with images of the strangers, the more her hedonistic nature took over, and the quicker she forgot her inhibitions. She couldn’t seem to dredge up the reasons why she hadn’t wanted people to see her. Instead, she kept thinking of how much she did want them to see, how much she wanted the world to watch these men own her body.

  Shane cleared his throat, bringing her back into the moment. Glancing up at him, she watched his face transform and a sinister smile appear. “It’s time to fly, Katie-Anne.”

  Something about the way he said those five words made Katie-Anne squirm. It didn’t take her long to figure out why. With a dark laugh, Shane launched her at the bed carefully, sending her soaring through the air.

  Before her back hit the bed, the two men ripped at their clothes, unbuttoning and removing them with rushed but amazingly adept fingers. Within a minute, they both stood naked and aroused in front of her. Lounging back, she admired the view.

  Katie-Anne ogled Shane’s magnificent cock, the hard, straining flesh aimed right at her body. Her pussy moistened for him, calling to feel him sliding into her cunt then fucking the hell out of her. Her legs fell open, and, without conscious thought of the viewing window just across from her, she reached for the hem of her skirt but stopped short when a masculine hand obstructed her view of Shane’s protruding shaft.

  Oh, God, yes. Her pussy spasmed as she watched Landon’s sizable hand grip Shane’s dick and start to move, stroking him lazily. Shane groaned, thrusting his hips ever so slowly to meet Landon’s caresses. His eyes closed, his face tightening with obvious pleasure. “Harder, Landon,” he demanded.

  Immediately, Landon complied, his hand tightening noticeably around Shane’s steely shaft. His pumping increased, and he whispered, “Like this, Sir?”

  Shane grunted, and then he shot his han
d out, grabbing a fistful of Landon’s tousled hair. “I like it as hard as you do.” He used his other hand to grab the back of Landon’s neck and jerk him forward. Then they were kissing, their mouths moving savagely together, their tongues visibly clashing.

  Landon’s hand didn’t slow. He continued his strokes, exactly as before, moving in a fluid rhythm. Shane’s skin bunched then recessed with each glide of Landon’s hand down his thick shaft.

  Finally managing to get her brain back on track, Katie-Anne resumed the journey to her pussy. She grasped the bottom of her skirt then worked the fabric up her legs and thighs. With the inches she passed, she cursed every damn one. Her impatient core was getting desperate for relief, and anything in its way was an enemy.

  Once her hands arrived at her knees, she let her skirt fall down and pool around her hips. She didn’t wait a moment longer before slipping her hand between her parted thighs and driving straight for her sopping wet cunt.

  Pushing her thong aside, she delved one finger between her pussy lips then slid it backward and forward, teasing herself without a substantial caress. She avoided touching her clitoris or her entrance, only luxuriating in the feel of her juices deluging her finger.

  Across from her, Shane and Landon hadn’t stopped their sensual struggle. Landon still had his hand wrapped around Shane’s cock, jerking it off effortlessly. Shane was still kissing the life out of him. Or at least, that is what it looked like to Katie-Anne.

  Landon rotated inward, his large body curving into Shane’s. His hand picked up speed around Shane’s cock. But that isn’t what caught her eye. His other hand did. Landon cupped Shane’s balls, rolling them in his oversized hand. The tremendous size of Landon’s hand compared to Shane’s shaft and balls showed off just how big Shane really was.

  Katie-Anne’s ravenous pussy responded, yearning for the feel of him forcing his way inside her, craving the pain and pleasure of something so large fitting into something so tight. Another surge of moisture broke free, flooding her. The juices from her intense arousal overflowed and ran down her crack and onto the bed, wetting both her clothes and the plush comforter beneath her.

  Landon’s hand appeared to tighten around Shane’s balls, putting more pressure on what had been a relaxed touch, and Shane groaned. The hand Shane had below Landon’s hairline tautened, his fingers biting into Landon’s flesh.

  Shane’s movement drew her attention to Landon’s neck, but her gaze didn’t linger there long before dropping to his wide shoulders then his solid, muscular back. Her eyes fell lower and lower still until they reached his tight ass. The strength in his gluteal muscles was enough to have drool dripping from her chin. Just the memory of seeing Shane’s cock disappearing between those solid cheeks and fucking into the hole hidden there had her out of her mind with lust.

  Unable to take her eyes off the men or the fire igniting between them, she couldn’t bear any more of her own teasing. She pulled her finger back, retreating until the tip brushed the top of her clitoral hood. Then, using a circular motion, she advanced upon her clitoris. She hissed, “Yes,” the moment the outermost edge of her circle glanced across the aching nub.

  Shane and Landon froze, their mouths still fused but unmoving, their hands still touching but at a complete standstill. Then, unexpectedly, they disentangled themselves and rounded on her. Their eyes flashed fierily, and their mouths thinned out in obvious disapproval.

  Her hand came to a halt, as well. She didn’t abandon her wanton actions, merely paused. As she watched them, their eyes fell to her finger still lodged between her swollen lips.

  Shane was the first to speak. Without taking his eyes away from her cunt, he asked in a deep, dangerous voice, “What do you think you are doing?”

  A decadent thrill shot through Katie-Anne. This is what she’d wanted, and she was about to get it. “I was—”

  “Touching herself”—Landon finished her sentence, the same danger in his voice as had been in Shane’s—“without your permission or mine.”

  Katie-Anne closed her eyes, letting their deadly voices wash over her and feeling the darkness in the room caressing her skin. The dangerous air around them, the fire she’d seen in their eyes, gave her a heady sense of empowerment.

  Feeling sexy and bold, she opened her eyes and sighed. “I think I was doing this, Sir,” she told Shane. She swiftly slid her finger through her moisture and thrust it inside her cunt. Her walls clamped down on her finger, quivering around it, and she moaned softly.

  “I’m not sure, though. It could have been this.” Gathering as much of the juices running down her finger as she could, she led her hand away from her cunt and over the thin tissue dividing her pussy from her ass. She rimmed her forbidden hole then, with what she hoped was a siren’s smile, she started to press one finger inside.

  Her eyes slid shut of their own volition, and her back arched. She cried out as her tight rosette resisted her finger’s invasion. Before she could slip her finger inside her hole, one hand grabbed her wrist and another grasped her leg.

  Katie-Anne’s eyes snapped open. Unable to resist their hands, she lay docilely and waited to see what they did next.

  “I don’t think so,” Landon told her, his hold on her leg tensing and spreading her open wider, revealing her pussy to them and the voyeurs watching them. Her men’s eyes branded her skin, making her breaths come in shallow pants. “That pussy and ass is ours. We came in this room to show everyone who you belong to. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself unless we tell you to.”

  Katie-Anne whimpered aloud. Biting her tongue, she held back what her body chanted for them. Yours. Yours. Yours.

  Shane used his strong grip on her wrist to withdraw her partially embedded fingers. Without taking his eyes from her, he lifted her hand to Landon’s parted lips. He obviously knew what to do. Landon sucked her finger into his humid mouth with a hummed, “Mmmm.”

  She shivered violently as though she were trapped outside in the snow. But there wasn’t a cold bone in her body. She was a fucking inferno. Transfixed, she stared at Landon’s mouth enveloping her finger as he cleaned her cream from it. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured. “I have to share with Shane.”

  Katie-Anne watched Landon offer his finger to Shane, but he shook his head. “Not now.” Shane frowned at her, showing just how unhappy he was, and said, “If either of us wanted your pretty fingers fucking your cunt or ass, we would have told you.”

  “But—”

  “No,” Shane cut her off. “There will be no excuses. I told you that we would dominate you, but that you had to submit to us publicly. Do you think the people watching us right now consider what you just did submitting?”

  Disappointed in herself, Katie-Anne looked down and replied, “No, Sir,” in a small voice.

  Shane firmly grasped her chin between his index finger and thumb then tipped her head back. The uncomfortable pinch and odd angle he held her head at prevented her denial. So she met his impassioned eyes, just as he said, “Then show them how you submit to us, Katie-Anne Jacobs.”

  Chapter 35

  Shane straightened up, his nude body towering over Katie-Anne’s clothed one on the giant bed in front of him. He looked down into her bewitching turquoise eyes and forgot his train of thought for a moment. At his side, Landon stood in a similar state of undress. He watched Shane, obviously waiting for him to say or do something.

  “Remove your blouse and skirt”—Shane growled at Katie-Anne—“then get on your knees.”

  Surprisingly, she didn’t bitch or balk. She just crawled off the bed, undressed, and then knelt down in front of him without uttering a word. Lowering her eyes submissively, she waited on him.

  “Little Katie-Anne,” Shane murmured then sighed as he started to walk around her in a circle. “What am I going to do with you?”

  Going around and around her, Shane observed every breath she took and watched every move she made. “Any suggestions, Landon?” he asked, purposefully talking like she wasn�
�t in the room with them. “I think we should go hard on her.”

  Playing along, Landon smiled and said, “I don’t think we should go hard on her. I, personally, think we should keep the hard stuff to ourselves. Since she chose to pleasure herself without our directive, it would be in our best interest to make her watch and suffer like we did before.”

  “Suck it,” Katie-Anne snarled, somehow managing to sound sexy and pissed off at the same time.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Landon replied to Katie-Anne but looked at Shane wickedly. “Actually, I think he won’t mind if we do later.”

  Circling to the front quickly, Shane faced off with Landon. “Do you want to get down there with her? I can handle two unruly subs at the same time.”

  “Can I?” Landon asked.

  “Landon,” Shane scolded.

  “Sir?”

  “Fine,” Shane replied, shaking his head in amusement. His partner had changed since their wedding night. No, he’d changed before that. Shane had loved the quiet, stoic man Landon used to be, but this side of him meant more to Shane than any words could express without sounding sappy.

  Since Shane wasn’t the mushy type, he didn’t even want to think about it. Besides, he had a sexy woman kneeling before him and Landon would join her, as soon as Shane said the words. “On your knees, Landon.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Landon replied before dropping to the floor.

  * * * *

  Oh my fucking God. Landon wasn’t sure what turned him on more. Was it the excitement that he and Katie-Anne were about to give Shane a blow job together? Or was it the fact that their woman was a dirty little thing? Or could it be that Shane’s eyes had glazed over and his steely cock was so close to Landon’s mouth that he could smell the scent of his lover.

  Landon peered at the sensual, catlike woman next to him on the floor. Katie-Anne was on her knees, relaxing back on her calves. She sent him a secret smile and whispered naughtily, “You bad, bad boy.”