Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Ben Wa balls, nice,” Remy said. “Have you used them, baby girl?”
“N-no,” she stuttered.
“Now, that’s a shame. All these presents and you haven’t worn them.” Loki shook his head in mock-disappointment.
“Might come in handy for disciplining her tomorrow,” Remy said.
“Good thinking.”
What? Nooo. The two of them were ganging up on her again and it really wasn’t fair.
“I think I should get a say,” she huffed, folding her arms over her chest.
Loki raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want the Ben Wa balls? They’re a hard limit?”
Well, no.
Drat.
“No, they’re not.”
“Good girl for telling the truth,” Remy murmured to her, running his hands over her stomach. “Such a good girl to try new things for your Daddies.”
Dear Lord.
Why? Why was he trying to kill her?
It. Was. So. Mean.
Loki put the Ben Wa balls away and drew out something that looked like a lip gloss, except slightly bigger. And it had a power button on the bottom. He turned it on and it vibrated in the palm of his hand.
“Oh yeah. This is nice. I could carry this around and then when you’re being extra sassy, I’ll slip it into your panties, slide it between your lips right next to your clit. Make you sit there with it buzzing away.”
“How did I not know how mean you are?”
He smirked. “Just you wait, Tink. I’ve got several wicked ideas and an inkling to do some shopping.” He clicked his fingers. “We need to visit Aunt Marie’s store.”
What? No! They didn’t need to do that.
Aunt Marie had a shop in her barn. She catered mainly for Littles, but she had a whole area dedicated to sex toys too.
And Loki loved to spend his money locally.
So she was in deep trouble.
“We really don’t need to. I don’t need anything.”
“Ahh, but you do,” Loki replied. “And you being mine means I now get to spoil you.”
“You already do.”
“Nope. Not enough.”
She threw her hands up in the air. “You bought me a car for my birthday! How is that not spoiling me?”
“The car you were driving was unacceptable.”
“Unsafe?” Remy asked.
“Definitely. It was on its last legs. The heating crapped out and it would have cost more to fix than it was worth.”
“Good call,” Remy said.
Jeez Louise.
The two of them were nuts.
But the best kind of nuts.
“Where were we? Ahh, well, what do we have here?” Loki drew out a small anal plug.
Oh heck.
She’d forgotten that was in there. Her hands went to her cheeks, trying to cool them down.
“Anal plug,” Remy murmured. “That could come in handy.”
What? No!
Remy took it from Loki.
“You’re not using that on me, are you?” she asked.
“Well, he’s not using it on me.” Loki grinned.
Damn. That sure would be hot. But she got a feeling she wouldn’t ever see that sort of action from them. Even if Loki did agree to submit to Remy. Sometimes.
“Maybe I’ll use it on you,” she said.
Loki barked out a laugh. “Nice try, Tink. Not happening. Ahh, here’s the lube.”
“Perfect, thank you,” Remy replied, taking the bottle from Loki. “Can you help her step out of her panties?”
“With pleasure.” Loki dropped to his knees in front of her. Which put him at eye level with her stomach. But then he bent even lower, his mouth inches from her pussy.
Unbidden, a moan escaped her.
“That sounds like a girl who is all wet and needy,” Remy said.
“It sure does. Christ, I think I can smell her.”
What?
“Oh my God!” she cried, reaching down to cup her mound. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get in the bath now.”
She smelled?
Fuck. Humiliation filled her.
“Stop,” Loki said firmly, grabbing her hips. “Did I say it was a bad thing?”
“Normally someone stinking is a bad thing.”
“I didn’t say you stunk or that you smelled,” Loki said firmly, holding her in place. “I said I thought I could smell you. Your arousal. Which, trust me, is not a bad thing. It’s a very, very good thing. It’s driving me fucking wild.”
It . . . it was?
“You need to trust more in us,” Remy told her. “That we know what we want. What we need.”
“And that’s you. Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She used him for balance as she stepped out of her panties. He threw them away, but he didn’t let her put her legs together again.
“No,” Loki said firmly. “Keep your legs apart.”
Crap.
Isa wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to stand. They were both killing her. She heard Remy squirt the lube bottle and her ass tightened.
What was he planning on doing?
“Uh-uh, relax,” he murmured. “I’m just going to play a bit. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, baby girl?”
She moaned, but nodded. As concerned as she was about what he was going to do, she also had the feeling that he was going to make it so good.
“What’s your safeword?” Loki asked.