The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

watching both men practically salivate at my teasing. They’re both so strong, powerful, and yet, seeing me like this, teasing and naked, they’re nothing more than desire-filled predators.

I smile at Lycan, it’s a shy one, but he gifts me one in return, his though is filled with a dark promise of what’s to come. He steps closer to me, while Darius hangs back, allowing my husband to take the lead.

“You’re beautiful,” Lycan tells me earnestly as he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s a gentle gesture, one that will be the last until I am carried out of this room. “I want you to choose your safe word,” he then says. “Remember it has to be something you’ll think of while you’re in subspace.”

Nodding, I look into his eyes before responding, “My safe word is wolf.” There’s a glimmer of pride that dances in his gaze when I say it, because he knows what it means. I was about to be caught between the wolf and the hunter, and I’m choosing him. Even though we’re taking this step into the unknown, at least that’s what it is for me.

“Good girl,” he praises before stepping back. He looks at his brother who nods, he heard. They both have to respect my decision, should I want to stop.

“Go over to the cross,” Darius orders, his voice gruff with desire as he gestures toward the left wall. Without question, I obey because in here, in this scene, they’re both my dominants tonight.

When I stop in front of the large apparatus, a shiver zips through me. My stomach flip-flops as I stare at the leather straps at either end of the long, wooden beams, and I realize I’m not going anywhere once I’m bound in those.

Darius takes the lead with this, dropping to a crouched position, he takes my one ankle and binds it with a resounding click of metal. He does the same with the other ankle, before rising slowly, and tying my wrists within the thick leather.

I’m facing them, my back against the cool, wooden surface of the cross. I’m open to them now, with only my shoes on, I’m exposed. Darius takes a step back, and Lycan walks over to the opposite wall to grab a crop. The black leather which will soon lick against my naked flesh.

He stops inches from me before leaning in, he whispers, “Are you ready, little red?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble as nervous energy skitters through me, while butterflies awaken in my stomach, the flurry of wings taking over and soon I’m trembling.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lycan assures me. “This is all about your pleasure.” Once he’s spoken, he takes a step back, assessing me before bringing the soft leather down on my stomach with a swat which has a whimper tumbling from my lips.

“Beautiful,” Darius murmurs as he shrugs off his leather cut and pulls the T-shirt from his body. The smooth, inked muscles of his torso pulse and tighten as he moves. I stare for a moment too long, not noticing the next swat on my pussy which sends heat coursing through me, and I yelp of surprise expels from my mouth.

Lycan hands Darius the toy before unbuttoning his shirt, slow and methodical, like he usually is, and he shrugs off the material with a whoosh as it falls to the floor. He’s beautiful, tanned skin bared to me, free of any tattoos. They’re polar opposites, but their desires match perfectly.

Darius swats me twice, once on my stomach, closer to my breasts, and another on my inner thigh which stings, but arousal pools between my legs. He continues with another two, and another, until I’m whimpering, and my pussy is dripping with desire.

“You look so pretty, little one,” Darius says in a husky tone as he steps closer, pressing his lips against my smooth skin causing goose bumps to rise in the wake of warmth of his mouth. His tongue darts out as he licks at the now reddened patch of flesh, and the smirk that curls his lips makes me shiver. “Taste so good too,” he murmurs against my trembling body.

I’m needy. I’m wet. And I want so much fucking more.

When he steps back, I shiver from the cold. I’m dotted in goose bumps when Lycan moves toward me, his hand trailing over my shoulders, sending warmth and shivers through me at the same time. The tender touch of this fingertips feather along my arms, and when he reaches my hips, he grips them tight. Pain trickles through me, but my arousal pools between my legs, and when Lycan’s fingers dip into my core, he grins.

“Little Red is soaked,” he murmurs as Darius steps closer to us, his body cocooning me from the left while Lycan stands on my right. Two fingers still inside me, he leans closer to trail the tip of his tongue over my neck, up to my cheek. “Your cunt is needy, baby girl,” he tells me with a rough tone that skitters over my flesh.

“Please, Lycan,” I moan as he crooks his fingers inside me, rubbing that spot that has sparks shooting through my veins, as if I were plugged into an electric current. I shake, my limbs trembling in their bindings with every tease and taunt of my husband’s fingers.

Warm lips clasp around one of my hardened nipples and I cry out as pleasure takes hold of me. Darius sucks the bud into his warm mouth. Suddenly, a harsh slap contacts with my other breast as pleasure and pain mingle together in an erotic mixture sending me soaring. Another slap and another sting of my flesh, my tit bouncing with every attack, and my head falls back against the wood.

Teeth graze against my sensitive peak, and I soak Lycan’s fingers and hand as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave and I cry out Lycan’s name. My legs shake, my arms tremble, and I’m sure if I wasn’t bound, I would