But there were two things that had always fascinated her but she’d never bought, mainly because they were items that she’d always envisioned a lover using on her—and not her using on herself. Tonight, she had two men to fulfill her dirty fantasies, and with that thought in mind, she first picked out one of the riding crops with a two-inch-wide strip of firm leather at the tip, already imagining how it was going to feel smacking her backside.
Rick arched a brow at her. “You do realize, don’t you, that we’re going to use that crop on more than just your ass, right?” he asked, as if he’d read her mind.
She blinked at him in confusion. No, she hadn’t realized that, though the mental vision of that leather strap stinging her in other intimate places made her pulse race. “Like where?”
Levity danced in Rick’s warm green eyes. “If we tell you where ahead of time, that will eliminate the element of surprise, which is the fun part.” He winked at her. “Fun for us, anyway.”
She set the crop on the mattress, then returned to the cabinet to select her second item, which was still sealed in brand-new packaging—a pair of nipple clamps that came with a chain attached that would add some extra pull to her breasts once they were secured.
Declan groaned when she turned around and he saw what she had in her hand. “Between the crop and those clamps, it’s good to know you enjoy a little pain with your foreplay.”
A warm blush swept across her cheeks. “Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll enjoy it or not,” she admitted. “I’ve never tried clamps on my nipples.”
“Have you ever pinched them yourself?” he asked blatantly.
She set the unopened package next to the crop on the bed. “Yes.”
“Multiply that stinging, burning sensation by ten,” Declan said, his gaze dropping to the front of her dress and the diamond-hard nipples almost poking a hole through the fabric. “Clearly, that thought turns you on.”
She let a Cheshire cat smile curve her lips. “Maybe.”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” he retorted, and took his turn at the armoire.
It didn’t take Declan long to select what he wanted, and when he turned to face her again, he had bondage gear dangling from one of his hands. A few leather straps and cuffs that were attached with chains and clasps. “Have you ever been restrained during sex?”
She shook her head, fast enough that her hair swiped across her shoulders. “No . . . but I’m open to it.”
“Mmmm. A lot of firsts happening tonight,” he said, and placed his choice on the duvet next to her crop and clamps before turning back around and meeting her gaze. “I was going to add a spreader bar, but I think it might be too much all in one evening.” He thought for a moment, then a wicked light glimmered in his eyes. “Actually, I don’t think it’s really necessary, because when I tell you to spread your legs for me, you’re going to obey the order, aren’t you, kitten?”
An aching throb took up residence between her thighs, and she swallowed hard, wondering what he’d do to her if she dared to defy him. She wasn’t sure she was prepared to find out just yet. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He glanced at Rick, who stood near the armoire watching their exchange. “Your pick, bro.”
Rick quickly chose two things, and Summer’s gaze was immediately drawn to the unopened box with a cellophane window that clearly revealed what was inside. A silver butt plug with a thick girth that looked incredibly intimidating.
Her eyes shot up to Rick’s, and she didn’t have to ask before he explained why he’d selected the anal toy. “Before the night is over, we’re both going to fuck you, sweetheart,” he said in a calming tone that was so opposite of Declan’s direct demeanor. “At the same time, and it’ll be much easier on you if you’re stretched for us.”
His reply totally made sense. Of course Summer had assumed when she’d agreed to the menage that both men would fuck her simultaneously, but the thought of that massive, oblong plug being inserted in a place she’d never been penetrated before was a bit alarming. “It’s . . . big,” she said, trying not to sound nervous. “Really big.”
“So is having two cocks inside of you,” Rick countered, humor coating his voice as he tossed the box onto the bed, along with a bottle of lube, before approaching her with his second pick—a black velvet sleep mask, which he clearly intended to use on her right now to cover her eyes.
“Why do you need to blindfold me?” she blurted out before he had the chance to put it on her.
Declan stepped up beside her and caressed a hand down her back, as if to calm her. “You said you trusted us,” he reminded her, though his voice was firm. “The blindfold is more for your benefit than ours. Without your vision, your other senses will be intensified. You’ll be more aware of what your body is feeling instead of watching everything and second-guessing what’s happening or tensing up because of uncertainties.”
Rick rubbed his fingers over the velvet material and added to Declan’s explanation. “Not being able to see also helps to strip away your inhibitions and forces you to get out of your head and just focus on the pleasure you’re receiving. The blindfold creates a heightened sense of anticipation because you don’t know what’s coming next. But if the thought of having your sight taken away makes you anxious—”
“No, I want to try it,” she said quickly, remembering her earlier no guts, no glory pep talk with the girls. She shifted on her heels, biting her lower lip as she made a request of her own. “Before you put the blindfold on me, can I at least see you two undressed? I mean, you’re going to see me completely naked, so I want at least that visual before you cover my eyes.”
The two men exchanged a brief look before Rick shrugged. “Fair enough.”
She moved to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, watching avidly as they both started unbuttoning their white dress shirts, revealing strips of smooth, taut skin before they shrugged out of the garments. Her gaze bounced back and forth to each man, taking in the muscular chests and sexy ripple of abs they’d revealed.
Heat and awareness poured through Summer, and her breathing escalated. Both men were equally gorgeous and clearly kept up their physiques. Body fat was minimal, and while each of them was lean in stature, Declan was built like a linebacker. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. And thighs that looked strong and lean straining against the fabric of his pants. He was definitely more imposing than Rick physically.
After their shoes and socks came off, two pairs of hands went to the buttons on their black slacks, unfastening them before lowering their zippers and letting the pants fall to the floor and kicking them aside. They both wore snug black boxer briefs that drew her gaze downward to the two thick, impressive, erect cocks outlined beneath the cotton fabric.
Swallowing to ease the sudden dryness in her throat, she brazenly looked her fill while waiting for them to remove that last barrier. Except instead of stripping off their briefs, Rick picked up the blindfold and they both approached her again.
She frowned at them, feeling gypped. “Wait, that’s all I get?”
The corner of Rick’s mouth quirked at her obvious displeasure. “For now.”