Chapter 47
U h-oh.
Indie glanced around at the guys who were surrounding her.
Spencer was in front of her, Slade to one side and Rock moved in behind her, wrapping his arm around her.
“I mean . . . well, I’ve been trying to seduce you and since no one has slept with me I figured either I’m crap at it, which is why Margo suggested the lingerie, or I’m just not that attractive at the moment.”
The three of them froze. Then Spencer grabbed her chin, glaring down at her.
“Gross and unattractive? Princess, you’re just digging a bigger hole for yourself.”
Okay, he was looking a bit, um, intimidating right now. His face could have been carved from stone and there was an intensity that she hadn’t seen that often from him.
“Then why haven’t you guys slept with me?” she challenged.
“Perhaps we’ve been waiting because you were beaten and in hospital,” Slade said.
Sure. But she was healed now .
“Because we want to take our time and make sure that you’re comfortable. That you felt secure,” Spencer added.
“We want you,” Rock told her.
Right.
Shit.
Had she completely messed this up?
“You find me attractive?” she asked.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone smacked her ass lightly and she was guessing it was Rock.
Red filled her cheeks. Even though it never hurt when they did that, the light smacks still made an impression. In fact, it was also the embarrassment that got to her. Indie almost thought that a proper spanking might be easier to take.
Maybe.
It wasn’t like she’d had a proper one to compare.
“If you think you’re not fucking sexy with a baby growing inside you, then you aren’t paying enough attention to the way we stare at you . . . how much we want to touch and kiss you. How much we fucking adore you,” Slade growled.
“It’s that that you . . . you all kiss me and hug me.
You treat me like a pampered princess. But I didn’t know if you wanted me like that.
And I guess sometimes it’s hard for me to feel attractive.
First, I was covered in bruises and you had to help take care of me.
Now, I have a big belly from carrying someone else’s baby and you’re still having to take care of me. ”
“Taking care of others is how I show affection and love,” Spencer growled. “If you think I’m going to stop once you’re not pregnant then we have bigger problems.”
Indie swallowed. Shit. She was messing this up.
“I don’t want you to stop. I love how you take care of me.”
“Keeping you safe and happy is our main job,” Slade added. “Although it seems we’ve been falling short if this is what you’ve been thinking.”
Oh shit .
She’d mucked this all up, hadn’t she?
“Rock,” Slade ordered. “Bedroom.”
Always the commander. The leader. What he said, went. Decisive and controlling.
Hot as sin.
And so Rock lifted her into his arms immediately, carrying her to the bedroom.
The general. The warrior. The one who watched everyone’s backs but someone needed to watch his.
Spencer moved forward to open the door. The jokester who switched between smiles and frowns so easily. Who had a hidden core of steel.
All that was missing was the darkness. The one who stood in the shadows and took out enemies they didn’t even know they had.
God, she missed him.
But she couldn’t think of Quaid right now.
It hurt too much. And she didn’t want to be thinking of anything but how much she loved these three men.
Speaking of love . . .
“I love you, Rock,” she whispered as he attempted to lay her down on the bed. He froze with her halfway down, staring at her like she was a creature he’d never seen before.
His mouth opened and closed.
“Um, you should put me down before you hurt your back.”
A scowl filled his face.
“I didn’t mean that like I thought I was heavy!” she cried. “Just because you’re bent over with me in your arms. It’s a weird position.”
He laid her down.
“Getting yourself in lots of trouble,” Spencer told her as he moved into the room and kneeled on the bed between her legs. “Aren’t you, Princess? Once we start these punishments you’ve earned, you’re not going to sit for weeks.”
“I don’t think that’s fair to make me wait! ”
“That’s tough,” Slade told her from where he stood at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his wide chest.
“I love you too,” Rock rasped, turning her attention back to him.
Shoot. This probably wasn’t the moment to tell him. But it had just come out.
“Always,” he said.
Indie nodded shakily. “Always. I wear one of your jumpers when I need to feel safe. An old one I stole.” She bit her lip. “I guess you saw me in it the other night.”
Rock just nodded, warmth filling his face.
“Everything I own is yours.” His voice trailed off at the end and she knew it had to be hurting him to speak that much.
She held her arms out, asking for what she wanted without words.
He sat and drew her onto his lap, holding her with one arm while his free hand rested on her chest.
Right over her heart.
They sat there for several minutes until she remembered the others. Rock set her back on the bed with a kiss to her forehead. Spencer was grinning at her, while Slade have her a nod of approval. Then the look in his eyes turned wicked.
Uh-oh.
“Strip her,” Slade demanded.
Spencer was smiling as he got to work on her clothes while Rock took off his top and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.
When she was completely naked, they stood around the bed and stared down at her. Gradually, she started to feel self-conscious and moved her arm over her breasts and her other hand down to cover her pussy.
“Do not,” Slade said in a commanding voice. “Spencer.”
“On it,” Spencer said cheerfully. “We’re going to have such fun with you.”
He ran out of the room and she watched on in alarm. “What does that mean?”
“You’re right. We shouldn’t make you wait for all of your punishments,” Slade told her. “And we need to find a way to ensure that you know you are everything to us. Beautiful, sexy, smart, and kind.”
Spencer returned with some soft-looking rope in his hands.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a small amount of alarm.
“I’m going to tie you up,” Spencer said.
“You can always say no or use your safeword,” Slade told her. “Is that okay with you?”
They’d talked through her limits and safeword before going to the club. And bondage was definitely not a limit. She kind of liked the idea of being tied up and at their mercy.
It was just the naked and pregnant part that she wasn’t so sure about.
“Yes,” she said.
“Sit,” Rock commanded.
Slade nodded. “Yes, you’ll probably be more comfortable sitting.”
Rock helped her sit up, placing pillows behind her back so she was comfortable while Spencer attached her hands to the bed.
He tied the rope around the legs of the bed so her arms weren’t raised above her head which might have put pressure on her ribs.
In fact, she had quite a lot of slack in the rope and could move her hands around freely.
She just couldn’t use them to cover herself.
Then Rock parted her legs. She sucked in a breath. Could they see everything?
Slade watched her intently from the end of the bed while Rock checked the tightness of the bonds around her wrists.
“I couldn’t shave my pussy properly!” she blurted out.
Mortification filled her.
What was she doing? Had she seriously just said that?
Slade’s eyebrows rose. Then his lips quirked in a smile. “And you think that’s a turnoff? Look at Rock.”
She glanced at Rock who had moved to the end of the bed. His dick was pressing against his boxers.
And. Whoa .
Okay, that was an impressive cock. How could it be so . . . huge?
He slid his boxers down and wrapped his hand around it.
It was a monster.
Holy. Heck.
If she could have moved her gaze away from his dick, she might have taken in all of his thick muscle. The chiseled abs and those V’s at his hips leading down to his . . .
Monster dick.
That was its name. It was official.
MD.
Spencer snickered as he stood and stared at her. “You look like you don’t know whether to run away or get down on your knees and thank your lucky stars.”
“Both,” she said hoarsely. “I’ve never . . . I’m not sure . . .”
“You’ll be fine,” Slade reassured her. “We won’t let you be otherwise. We’ll work you up to his dick.”
That was true. They always took care of her.
“Plus, we’ve got a big tub of lube somewhere. Extra-large tub,” Spencer told her.
Slade and Rock shot him quelling looks. But it actually made her feel better.
“If you needed help shaving, you only had to ask me,” Spencer chided as he stripped. “I would have happily taken care of that for you.”
“You don’t want to?—”
“I wouldn’t offer to do anything that I don’t want to do,” Spencer interrupted her. “And you know how much I like doing things for you. Taking care of you. My princess.”
She did know that. All she had to do was start accepting his care. “You might have to as I get bigger.”
“Gladly.” Spencer smiled.
“You know, we should make you remain naked for the rest of the day,” Slade said. “Then we can show you just how attractive we find you. ”
They wouldn’t, would they?
“Or she could just wear this all day,” Spencer said, holding up the red scrap of lace and satin.
Oh man.
She swallowed heavily.
“I think she likes that idea. Done.” Slade nodded his head. A king signing off a command.
Holy hell.
“Now, you will tell us immediately if anything hurts. If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable,” Slade told her. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said without thought.
Satisfaction filled his face. “I am your Sir. Just like I’m your Daddy. And your man.”
Yes, he was.
“And your pussy is fucking beautiful. A work of art,” Slade told her huskily. “Show it to us, Spencer.”
What the heck?
Spencer kneeled on the bed next to her and kissed the top of her tummy before reaching down to pull the lips of her pussy apart.
While Slade and Rock watched on.
This was . . . insane.
Her heart raced as she closed her eyes.
“Look at us, Boo,” Slade said.
The command in his voice wasn’t to be ignored. So she opened her eyes and gazed up at them.
They were staring down at her hungrily. Rock was working his cock with slow, easy movements of his hand. Completely unashamed about what he was doing.
If only she could be that confident.
Slade’s eyes were half-lidded, but she could see the lust. He was the only one who wasn’t naked.
Her gaze moved over to Spencer. He was built slimmer than Rock, but he was no less delicious .
Long and lean.
Built for running or swimming.
He had the smoothest skin. She wanted to run her tongue all over him. To taste every inch.
Her breathing grew faster, her heart racing. They were all so gorgeous.
“Fuck. That’s fucking beautiful. I need to taste,” Spencer said.
Slade nodded. “Spencer is going to eat your pussy.”
What?
No one had ever . . . oh heck.
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
All three men paused.
“Of course I’m sure,” Spencer said, looking slightly confused. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to . . . wait . . . did that douchebag ex of yours, Billy the Willy Wanker, not eat you out?”
“Stupid fucker,” Rock said.
“Wait . . . wait . . . Billy the Willy Wanker?” she asked. “He didn’t . . . I mean . . . that’s an odd nickname.”
“I thought it had a nice ring to it,” Spencer said. “Did he seriously not eat your pussy?”
“Um, no. He thought that was, um, gross.”
“Bet he liked you sucking his dick, though, right?” Spencer said with disgust.
“This is a very weird conversation to have while I’m naked and tied to a bed,” she said. “But yes.”
Spencer snorted as if he’d never heard of something so ridiculous.
“His loss,” Slade said smoothly. “Because we all intend to taste you. As often and for as long as we want. Now, Spencer will go first. He enjoys a bit of pleasure torture.”
Pleasure torture?
“What does that mean?” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“It means that you’re not to come unless I tell you to,” Slade replied with a shit-eating grin. “And I won’t be saying yes immediately. ”
Oh God.
This was her punishment? It was diabolical.
And she’d definitely rather have a spanking.