Chapter Ten
Alison couldn’t breathe. What was she supposed to say back to that? Each time she thought she could handle the alphas, they’d prove again why she couldn’t.
She’d shored up her courage to approach them, to ask, feeling confident and sexy, like some vixen. She’d expected to walk up, in control, and tell them exactly what she wanted.
And yet a few words from Kyle had her breathless and needy.
Which wasn’t fair at all.
And yet, even when she couldn’t seem to gain ground, she didn’t feel unsafe. Uneasy? Unprepared? Out of control? Absolutely.
But she still felt safe, especially as Kyle drew back from her lips, respecting the stupid boundary she’d chosen.
Why a kiss? Why does that matter?
Because it feels personal. She didn’t kiss the men she slept with, either. After that first disastrous red-headed boy had kissed her, when she’d decided she hated it, she’d stopped. Someone fucking her, well that was simple mechanics. A kiss?
It felt like more. Like too much.
She didn’t need that complication.
Somehow, Kyle could look attractive even with the discoloration of the bruises on his face. It seemed altogether unfair. Even though Alison never focused on her beauty, she knew damn well that the times she’d ended up bruised, when she’d been hurt, she hadn’t looked even better.
It wasn’t fair, especially when everything else these alphas did was already sexy.
It seemed that everything was stacked against her. There hadn’t been a chance at not succumbing to this, had there?
She expected Kyle to pull her up to his room—or Daniel’s—but instead, he brushed his fingers over the curve of her breast, then palmed her through the thin fabric of her top. The heat soaked through the shirt, and she gasped at the feeling.
“Out here?”
Kyle’s smirk never seemed to fade, only widening when he found amusement in something she’d done or said. “You shy?”
“Someone could see.”
“No one can see, and even if they could, this only helps to sell our story, right?”
The thought of being watched turned into another stroke against her as she imagined eyes staring at her, watching her being taken by these men. She’d had people stare at her before plenty of times, and normally she loathed the experience.
Her beauty had always felt like a tool at best, an annoying lie the rest of the time. However, with them there, people wouldn’t be looking at her as something to own.
Heat simmered through her.
Kyle chuckled before dragging his fingertips across her chest and over her other already-pebbled nipple.
“You like that? Oh, sugar, how I want to show you off. I know a little club, the sort where people have some freedom, where they get to explore things that aren’t allowed in most places.
You’d look pretty like this—only wearing a lot less, like just the collar and cuffs.
I’d put you down on your knees so you could suck my cock while others watch, then pull you into my lap to fuck.
Everyone would stare, because you are quite the sight. ”
A whine so thin that she felt it more than heard it escaped her lips. Her entire body felt electrified in a way it had never been before.
How could a few words do that to her? How could she fall this deep into want with nothing but some dirty talk and an almost innocent touch?
He grasped the hem of her shirt, then tugged it up and off.
The air that touched her bare breasts made Alison wish she’d worn a bra. She didn’t often, choosing tank tops with just enough support to keep everything in place, but perhaps around the alpha, something with more steps was needed.
Kyle knelt, moving as if he were doing any task, with efficiency rather than crazed passion.
It unnerved her.
Not that he noticed—or perhaps he did but just didn’t feel the need to comment.
He grasped her leggings at the waist and tugged them down, leaving her simple black panties in place. His fingers skimmed her as he went, the brushes of skin to skin like teases. He lifted one leg, then the other, to work the pants off, not asking, trusting her to keep her balance.
Of course, he went slowly and carefully enough that she didn’t even worry about falling.
He rose, then moved backward, looking at her as if studying something.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, unsure how to proceed, how to react.
Was she supposed to try to pose? She thought back to when she’d been trying to draw the attention of scouts at the bar. Should she act like that?
No. It didn’t feel right to…pretend, not right then.
“Lovely,” Kyle said, voice breathy. His hot gaze traced over her breasts, down her flat stomach, over where the black cotton gave her her only cover, then over her legs. Everywhere he looked so intently, goosebumps rose.
Even though he’d called her lovely, his stare remained oddly impersonal, like he was examining something he wanted to buy. Had she ever been looked at so thoroughly?
And why did it make her cunt pulse the way it did?
Kyle came up, and again, she expected him to take—to rip off her last layer of defense and do whatever he wanted to her. That was how men were—wild and without patience.
Except he didn’t. Instead, he grasped her wrists and forced her backward. Her calves hit something, and she nearly fell. Large, warm hands grasped her hips, helped guide her, and only when she felt the hot, unmistakable male behind her did she even remember Daniel was there, too.
His hard cock pressed against her ass, separated only by the thinnest of cotton, and for one foolish moment she wished she hadn’t said the whole no sex thing.
Kyle pulled her wrists up, slowly, as he stared at her face. A click, and Alison glanced up.
He’d hooked her cuffs to a longer piece of tie that wrapped around the top of the swing. It kept her hands up, made her stretch out in Daniel’s lap.
She tugged at the restraint, her heart speeding at the sudden sensation of being trapped.
They’d tied her up once, but it had only been her hands behind her. This was different. She felt Daniel’s body behind her, Kyle’s looming presence in front of her, and she couldn’t get away.
“Eyes on me,” Kyle snapped.
She lifted her gaze to find his eyes. Everything floated away but the blue there, but the humor he wore like a piece of armor. It helped her breathe, reminded her that she’d asked for this, that she wanted this.
When she did, a shiver ran through her at how…good it felt. The anxiety mixed with desire, each feeding off the other and growing.
Daniel pressed his soft lips to her shoulder, offering the kisses she’d refused. Meanwhile, Kyle reached into his pocket to pull out two more pieces of black that matched the leash hooked to the swing.
“What’s that?” Nerves dried up Alison’s mouth.
“Doms are always prepared, sugar. Never know when we want to tie up a wild sub,” Kyle explained as he came over and wrapped one of the black items around her ankle. Silver at the end—a clip—jingled as it hit the metal of the swing beside the cushion.
The ankle cuffs weren’t as soft as the ones she wore all day—not leather, either. These were just a black fabric, lined in something softer that rested against her skin. He bent her leg at the knee, then hooked the small silver clip to the metal frame of the swing.
He worked quickly to repeat the process on her other leg, offering a soft kiss to her ankle as he hooked that one in place as well.
It left her in Daniel’s lap, but her feet on the outside of his thighs and her arms stretched out above her.
She was entirely on display. She couldn’t hide, couldn’t try to shrink or keep anything secret. The black panties were all that covered her, especially with her legs so lewdly spread wide.
Daniel slipped his hands forward from her hips, first tracing the line of her underwear then up and over her ribs.
She was used to men fumbling, to them touching her with hesitation. Even when passion consumed them, they always touched her with some mixture of worry she’d turn them down and a lack of care whether she liked it.
Daniel was different.
He cupped her breasts as if he’d done it for years, as though he had no concerns about doing so at all. Alison’s head dropped back to his shoulder when his callused palms rubbed against her hard and aching nipples.
She let the feeling wash through her.
Each time she shifted, when the cuffs prevented her from really moving, from doing anything but submitting and accepting what they chose to do, she whimpered. Her cunt was drenched, and each little adjustment made her damp panties drag against her already swollen clit.
Kyle undid his pants, his movements slow as ever. He dragged down the zipper, then shifted them so they were low on his hips. He wore nothing beneath, which meant she was met first with his dark pubic hair. Finally he reached into the pants and grasped his cock, pulling it free.
Alison had never before truly lusted after a person. She’d been horny—something that was entirely about her—and slaked that on any other person. She’d never wanted someone in particular, though.
Until right then.
As she stared at Kyle’s long, thick cock, she salivated with the need to taste him. Her cuffs jingled as she tried to reach—without thought—and the metal hit against the other cuff.
Kyle curled his lip. “Well, don’t you look pretty?” He walked forward, but stayed just out of range. She couldn’t reach him, couldn’t get what she was suddenly desperate for.
Meanwhile, Daniel reached down her body with one hand, feathering two of his fingers over her covered slit so lightly, it felt like torture.
His cock was still tucked between their bodies, trapped between his lower stomach and her ass. Small rocks forward with his hips said he enjoyed the friction.
And Alison? She bit her lip to stop herself from begging for him.
Hell, she was ready to plead with them to fuck her.