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  "Anything I want?"

  "Ask,” he told her. “We can say no."

  "Fuck me harder."

  He grinned. He no longer looked so ferocious. “That,” he said, “I can do."

  "I want you on your side,” she said

  He pulled out and repositioned her on her left side. “Put your right leg over my hip."

  She blinked. “Uh ... I'm not a contortionist."

  "Trust me."

  The position left her a bit uncomfortable, but she did as he asked.

  "Do you need lube?"

  "I'm good. Well, for being in this position."

  "Good, now see if you can get one of your hands behind my neck to hold on."

  "Didn't we have the gymnastics discussion?” Despite her complaints, she did as he told her. Each shift opened her up a little, gave him a different angle. She felt so full, so penetrated.

  "And from that position, you can open your mouth and suck on my cock."

  Clayton's words gave her an instant thrill. She expected Trent to be a little crude, but when Clayton did it, it had a way of twisting her insides into a knot of wanton desire.

  "Open your mouth,” he said again.

  She did.

  And since they already knew she was a virgin, she didn't need to tell him she'd never sucked cock before.

  He filled her mouth while Trent thrust deep in her vagina.

  She moaned at his depth, and her moan opened her mouth wider for Clayton's penetration.

  This...

  This was beyond anything she'd imagined.

  Clayton tasted of soap with a slight hint of salt. He held her head steady as Trent moved his hips. “Be careful with your teeth,” he warned. “The most sensitive spot is at the top of my cock, just beneath the head. If you can put some pressure there with your tongue, you'll be doing everything right."

  She nodded.

  "You said you wanted to be fucked harder,” Trent said. Then he did.

  Oh. Oh.

  He drove into her, impaling her.

  He was impossibly deep. It felt so powerful. It hurt. It was dizzying.

  He pushed against her womb, and her moans were muffled by Clayton's cock stuffed in her mouth.

  Trent never went for a rhythm she could figure out and accommodate.

  He stroked hard and deep, then more shallow. She arched and bent, asking for more, seeking more, and he gave it with a powerful slam.

  She was going to come undone. Her body convulsed; Clayton took full advantage of it, getting more and more of his cock in her mouth. Unbelievably, his cock got harder.

  "I'm going ... Going ... To come,” he warned her. His words were incoherent and broken. His breathing was ragged. “Micah!” He pulled out of her mouth. He groaned. Moaned. Called out her name.

  He jacked himself off, his semen landing on her face in warm spurts that made her feel naughty.

  Trent continued to fuck her. His motions were jerky and uneven. Rational thought fled. When Clayton swiped some of his cum from her cheek and fed it to her, she sucked on his fingers, licking them clean.

  The sensations were too overwhelming for her to climax.

  But Trent dragged her backward, holding her hips prisoner as he drove in deeper.

  He came with a quiet, “Fuck me."

  The two men were so completely different, even in the way they came. One loud, one restrained.

  "How are you feeling?” Clayton asked.

  "My pussy is tender."

  "Fucked you hard enough?"

  She wiggled, wishing she could see him. Cheekily, she said. “Yes. That'll do for now."

  Trent slapped her exposed right buttock hard.

  "Ouch!"

  "That's just the beginning."

  "What?"

  "If you think you're getting away with questioning our integrity, Micah Collins—"

  "You're not serious!” She tried to face him, but he kept her prisoner. He wouldn't. Not really. Even though he'd just asked her about spanking, he wouldn't paddle her as punishment. He'd simply use it as a way to tease her into greater arousal, wouldn't he?

  "Completely serious,” he affirmed.

  His left hand was on the back of her neck. His right hand was on her buttocks. He held her firmly. “You'd spank me now after you just ... After we had sex?"

  "After you manipulated us?” he corrected. “In short, yes."

  "Clayton?” Desperately, she looked around for him. But the more tender of the two shook his head. Damn him. He wasn't going to come to her rescue.

  "You crossed a line, Micah."

  A slow tendril of fear uncoiled in her gut.

  They were both honourable, she knew that. But they were still men. Men who wouldn't tolerate her shenanigans. While she might protest, she couldn't be happier. She hadn't dated much, and the men she had dated had been really easy to railroad. She'd hated that. Even Clayton, the kinder one, had his limits.

  Before she knew what was coming, Trent had moved them both. From the moment he arrived, she'd recognised him as a powerful man, a warrior deserving of respect. Now she was seeing him as a righteously angry man. And she was deserving of his punishment.

  And now he was sitting up in her bed, and she'd gone arse end over teakettle. She was across his lap, her bottom upturned, and she was dragging her legs together, trying to close her thighs to maintain some sort of dignity.

  Dignity, she knew, was the first thing he'd have off her.

  Chapter Five

  "How many do you deserve?"

  Trent waited patiently for her answer. When the situation called for it, he could wait quietly for hours. And looking at the swell of her arse, the curve of her hips and hearing her ragged breaths could amuse him endlessly. She wouldn't have the tolerance for that, though, he already knew that about her.

  In fact, the more he knew about her, the more he appreciated her.

  He liked a cheeky woman who would keep him on his toes. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and would do anything to get it.

  He and Clayton had spent a long time together over the past dozen or so years that they'd been friends. They'd each had girlfriends. Clayton had come close to being serious with Sally. Trent wasn't as smart as his comrade. He'd actually proposed to Deena. Good thing he got out before she got a ring, the equivalent of a noose, around his neck.

  Only, luckily, he'd come to his senses. She wouldn't stand up to him. Her manipulations weren't transparent like Micah's. Deena was subtle, and she was a liar. About anything, anytime. How to tell if Deena was lying, his sister had teased. Her lips were moving.

  He sure as sunshine didn't need a woman back at home he couldn't trust.

  This one, though, with her arse begging for his punishment, wouldn't lie about anything, not even a tiny lie, he was sure. “I'm waiting for your answer,” he told her.

  "What's the regular sort of number for something like this? Three?"

  He laughed. “Clayton?"

  "Twenty."

  "Twenty?” She strained against the hand Trent had on her neck, trying to raise her face a little. He pushed her back down. “Are you mad?” she demanded. Her face might be buried in the bedspread and her voice muffled by the mattress, but Miss Rich Girl who could buy two soldiers for the weekend was still being the county princess and letting her outrage be known.

  Little did she know her outrage had barely started. “You don't think twenty is a bit harsh?"

  "Thirty,” Clayton said.

  "Twenty it is,” Trent said. “Ten from each of us?"

  "Clayton wouldn't!"

  "Ten from each of us,” Trent affirmed. “Just a suggestion, vixen. Dig in your knees a bit and lift your bum a bit more."

  "So you can hit it harder? Mad. You're mad."

  Maybe. But he could smell the scent of her arousal. And the way she was wiggling, she was trying to grind her pussy against his thigh. The lady doth protest too much. “It will hurt less,” he told her, “if you take the blows across your buttocks rathe
r than your thighs, but if that's your wish..."

  "No!” She did as he told her, getting into position.

  He landed the first smack across her arse cheeks. She wiggled, but said nothing. He gave her three more in quick succession, and that elicited small moans. “How many is this?"

  "At least a dozen!"

  He met Clayton's gaze. They both grinned at her expense. “This is number five.” He delivered it smartly and she moaned. “Why are you getting spanked, Micah?"

  "For manipulating you."

  "For trying to manipulate us,” he corrected. “To make sure it doesn't happen again."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Ought to add extra for impertinence."

  "Sorry! Honestly!"

  He enjoyed the feel of his hand on her bare flesh. “You arse is getting red,” he said.

  "That's because you're beating me."

  He laughed, then his hand connected with her flesh two more times. She was getting hot, and bothered, if her moans were anything to go by. It hurt, he knew that, but he guessed that the sensations in her body and the neurons firing in her brain only made her more aroused.

  She'd be very much aware of her naked body exposed to their gaze, and she'd be feeling the dampness between her legs. She'd probably be fervently praying that neither of them would notice how wet she was.

  "Spread your legs a bit,” Clayton told her.

  She hesitated for a couple of seconds before complying.

  "Better view of her cunt?” Trent asked.

  "And how slick she is. One would think she might be enjoying it."

  This time, her moan did sound miserable. He could almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

  "Continue on,” Clayton told Trent.

  He finished her off with the three remaining slaps and then said, “Your turn, I believe."

  "Get on your hands and knees,” Clayton told her. “And don't move."

  She did as she was told, and the sight of her, the scent of her made Trent's cock stir again. That shouldn't be possible, but there it was.

  He moved out from beneath her, then went to her bathroom to get rid of the used condom and to get her a warm flannel.

  When he returned, he gently washed her, and it was only a moment or two before Clayton delivered another command. “Put your forehead on the mattress."

  She did.

  So, Clayton wasn't going for an across-the-lap spanking, then. This might be really interesting

  "Arch your back.” He spoke quietly, but there was no misunderstanding his focus and intent.

  Trent grabbed his cock and began working it. He'd figured it would be interesting, this ménage. But he'd had no idea how turned on he'd be watching another man pleasure the woman who'd already crawled under his skin.

  "Get your arse a little higher in the air."

  "Clayton,” she said softly, “I thought..."

  "You thought wrong, love. I didn't want Trent to fuck you like that. You're going to be spanked for torturing me."

  "But that's what I wanted,” she protested.

  "And you got what you wanted. And now I will, too."

  Clayton's voice was ragged and raw with emotion. Seems neither of them had gotten what they bargained for when Jaynie cornered them at the pub.

  "Open your legs a bit more.” He slapped her on that tender flesh on the underneath of her arse cheek. She wiggled around.

  He caught her on the other leg.

  Then he grabbed her hip bones and dragged her back, burying his face in her cunt.

  Blood rushed to Trent's cock. She liked getting spanked. He liked spanking her. And, equally as well, he liked watching her be spanked.

  She shamelessly pushed back, seeking more from Clayton.

  Instead of giving her what she wanted, Clayton moved away and gave her a few more spanks, falling randomly on her buttocks, not where she was expecting them.

  While Trent watched, Clayton dipped two fingers in her vagina and finger fucked her.

  "I want..."

  "You may not come,” Clayton said.

  And somewhere along the line, Trent had gotten the reputation of being the hard ass of the duo?

  Clayton licked her, pressed on her clit, made her moan.

  The sixth and seventh spanks were more intense. “You understand what this is about, correct?"

  "Yes! You're torturing me."

  Trent cupped his balls with his hand. They were full and swollen again. The idea of being in one of her holes was becoming an insistent demand.

  The eighth made her yelp.

  He went back to finger fucking her. Even from the distance, Trent could see the slick dampness of her pussy juices.

  Using her own moisture as lubricant, Clayton began to work a finger into her anus.

  "I—"

  "You can take it,” Clayton told her.

  "And you want to,” Trent said. “You want it all, you said. All the experiences."

  "Yes! But—"

  "Bear down."

  "Clayton!"

  "You're not getting out of this, love.” He pulled out his finger and eased it in again. “Bear down."

  She was fussing and struggling, and Trent caught the unspoken command in his mate's nod. Coming closer, he slapped her right arse cheek, hard.

  "Argh!"

  But the distraction was enough. She moved to escape, and in the process, her arse opened up. Clayton slid his finger in, to the hilt.

  He grabbed a tube of lube from the nightstand with his free hand. Trent, always ready to help a fellow soldier, took the tube and flipped up the cap. He squirted a huge dollop that Clayton used to prime her with a second finger.

  "You've still a good slap to go,” he told her.

  "I think I'm coming apart from the inside."

  She wasn't the only one.

  Now that Trent had met her, now that he'd tasted her, experienced her, he wanted more. Tonight, even forty-eight hours, wouldn't be enough. He doubted it would be for her, either.

  At Clayton's nod, Trent gave her a stinging, painful tenth spank.

  "Do not come,” Clayton told her.

  "Mean!"

  "Love, hang about. If you think me denying you this orgasm is mean, just wait."

  Trent climbed on to the bed. He couldn't wait for the next few minutes.

  Chapter Six

  Clayton gently withdrew his finger from her arse. He didn't need to tell her to put Trent's cock in her mouth; she naturally did it. Things were easy between them, as if they'd been doing it for years. One thing was certain, he didn't want this to end.

  While her body was in a different position, he took the opportunity to open the vicious little jaws of her nipple clamps. Her breasts hung down naturally, and her nipples were still peaked. This would be easy and would catch her completely off guard. The pain, the fact she was sucking off Trent, the stinging sensation on her arse, it would all work together to distract her brain when he took her anally.

  Trent, seeing what Clayton was about, pushed his hands into her hair.

  Clayton reached beneath her and fondled her breasts.

  "You drive me wild,” she told him, coming off Trent's cock for just a moment.

  Clayton tweaked her nipples a little. She wiggled and all but purred contentedly. Then, surprising her, he clamped one nipple with the metal jaws.

  She raised her head.

  "Breathe into it,” he told her.

  "But..."

  While she was busy protesting, he fastened the other nipple clamp in place.

  She hissed a breath in through her clenched teeth.

  "Suck me,” Trent told her.

  "It hurts."

  "Give it twenty seconds,” Trent said. “And in the meantime, woman, suck my dick."

  Clayton sucked on her clit while she followed Trent's order.

  Her clit was swollen. Another time, maybe he'd clamp it, too. Her reaction would be worth every moment. He doubted he'd ever known a more sensual, responsive woman.

  When he
r breathing was a little more normal, when she'd adjusted to the lack of blood flow to her nipples, he finger fucked her pussy and her arse.

  Minutes later, her breaths became little ragged bursts, and her climax was close. Clayton took that opportunity to press his cock against her tightest hole.

  He eased in a bit, stroking her back, telling her, “Bear down. Relax."

  With her mouth full of Trent, all she could do was moan.

  "Bear down. Almost there.” He clenched his back teeth together. He couldn't believe he was ready for her again. He was almost ready to explode.

  Trent pulled on her nipple clamps, and Clayton shoved the rest of the way in.

  Micah let out a muffled scream.

  "You're there,” he told her.

  She remained frozen.

  "There,” he repeated. “You're doing great.” Heaven help him. It wasn't possible to feel this way about a woman he'd just met. He'd had a taste, and he wanted more. Her arse was so tight, and after the years of celibacy...

  Trent suddenly pulled back and spurted on her breasts. When Clayton watched Trent come all over her, he almost went over the edge.

  "So full,” she said. Her words sounded almost dreamy, far away.

  Clayton went back to what worked though, and tried to detach the way he'd learned if he were to ever be taken prisoner and interrogated. Detach. Detach.

  "Come in me,” she said.

  Training? What training?

  Micah's demand shoved him over the edge. She could wrap him around her little finger. And had.

  He came, pumping her full.

  Shocking him, she climaxed, too.

  Was there another woman for him? For them?

  * * * *

  "One of you has to carry me to the shower."

  "You're assuming one of us has enough energy to carry you,” Clayton said.

  "You're soldiers. You've got inner resources. One of you has to carry me.” After Clayton had climaxed and she'd ridden out the waves of her own orgasm, she'd rolled to her side. Somehow, she'd ended up between the two men. They were both facing her, and they were all three tangled together.

  She'd never known it was possible to be this content. Maybe that's why she hadn't dated much. Maybe she was waiting.

  Or maybe she was being ridiculous.

  This could be just a forty-eight hour interlude for them. She shouldn't make it into anything more. No matter how tempting. They were military men, under the best of circumstances, a relationship with a soldier wasn't an easy thing.