Free Bet on Me by Alisha Rai Page A

on him with such excited fervor.
    Wyatt made a self-satisfied noise. He stroked her thigh with the lightest of touches. “Open your legs. Give him a good look.”
    She inched them wider. She wanted Remy to see, wanted to slam her legs open wide. Look what my man is going to get. You'll never touch it.
    But that would ruin all the fun.
    “Wider.”
    She feigned reluctance. “I don't know, Wyatt.”
    His voice hardened. “I want you to open your legs.”
    Her lower lip pouted. “I don't want to.”
    His hand in her hair wrenched tighter, until her neck was arched at an angle that was just shy of painful. She whimpered, delighted.
    “Whose body is this?”
    “Yours.”
    “Mine. My tits.” He squeezed them hard, and then his hands traveled downward until they were both on her inner thighs. He wrenched her legs open. He arranged her so her feet were flat on the couch on either side of him, her cunt spread wide open.
    His hand cupped protectively over her pussy. “My pussy.”
    She whimpered and made a halfhearted attempt to close her legs. “Please.”
    “Please what? I want them to see it. See what a slut you are for my cock. Aren’t you?”
    “Huh?” The excitement and lust was overloading her system, making it difficult to think or verbalize coherently.
    “Aren’t you a slut for my cock?” He settled her against his chest, the fine fabric of his shirt a smooth contrast to her heated back.
    “Yes.”
    “Say it.”
    “I'm a slut for your—for you.” Not just his cock. For his hands, his mouth, his everything.
    His lips curved against the skin of her neck. “You always have been.”
    “I always have been.” She paused, reciting the next verb tense in her mind, too nervous to say it.
    I always will be.
    “Good girl.”
    He stroked his hand down her arm, stopping when he reached her gold bracelet. “I do love this piece, you know.” He pulled the bracelet off and made quick work of bringing her hands behind her. With a couple of twists, the metal bound her wrists.
    Since she had taken advantage of his distraction to close her legs again, he wrenched them open. “If you don’t listen, I’ll tie your legs open, too,” he chastised. “Understand?”
    She strained against the gold. She was pampered, used to the silk of his ties or scarves. This was brutal and cold. Perfect. “Yes.”
    Wyatt kissed her neck. “Remy, let that woman off your dick so she can see how pretty this pussy is.”
    Remy's hand tightened in Akira's hair. “Fuck you, no. The only way she's getting off my dick is if she makes me come.” He shook Akira's head. “Did you hear that? Do you want to see what they're doing?”
    A frantic nod.
    “Then work for it.”
    Akira redoubled her efforts.
    Remy relaxed further and zeroed in on Tatiana's pussy. “She is stunning, Akira. I’d love to get my tongue in her.”
    “Tough shit.” Despite his cold denial, Wyatt slid his fingers up and down Tatiana’s slit, holding her open, advertising her creaminess. Taunting the other man with what he couldn’t have.
    Remy's breath started to come faster. Clearly Akira wasn't fooling around anymore. His hips worked, thrusting up into her mouth. Akira made a choking sound, and Remy gave a mean laugh. “Fuck yeah. Choke on that dick.”
    “This is obscene,” Tatiana breathed.
    Wyatt rested his chin on her shoulder. “Good. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
    Yes. “No.”
    “No?” Wyatt spread her wider. “Aren’t you wet?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Does she look wet to you, Remy?”
    Remy moaned. “Extremely.”
    Wyatt looked down her body. “I think he’s right, sweetheart. Let me check.” Wyatt’s hand moved lower, two thick fingers sliding easily inside her before withdrawing. He held the shiny digits up so she could see the liquid on them. “Look at that. Your pussy’s dying for some cock, isn’t it?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    He brought his fingers to her lips, painting them with her own lube. “I think