Free Bet on Me by Alisha Rai Page B

you’re lying.”
    He inserted the two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them, eager to tempt him into losing control.
    He pressed his lips against her ear, his hot whisper making her shiver. “Do you know what I do to bad girls who lie?”
    Remy hissed out a curse. “Shit, I’m coming.” He stopped his partner’s head from rising. “No. Not yet.” He thrust up twice and tensed, his face contorting as he came.
    He breathed out and relaxed when it was over, releasing Akira. She immediately sat back on her heels, head lowered submissively.
    Remy tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the couch, stood and shucked off his clothes until he stood in front of them nude. His body was more muscular than Wyatt’s, but he was shorter. His cock was pretty, thick even when half-hard, shiny with his come.
    Wyatt chuckled. “I don’t think you’re listening to me, Tatiana.”
    “What?” she asked absently.
    Remy sat back down on the couch and stroked Akira’s head. “You did such a good job, Akira. Come up here and sit on my lap so you can watch.”
    The woman stood and moved hurriedly to Remy, as if she feared the man would change his mind. She straddled him with her back to Remy, her long legs on either side of his.
    She was mirroring Tatiana’s position. Tatiana inhaled, ready to combust.
    “Tatiana,” Wyatt said.
    She immediately responded to the controlled violence in the one word. “Yes.”
    “What do I do to bad girls?” he repeated.
    She licked her lips, savoring the taste of her own body. “You spank them.”
    “And then?”
    “You fuck them,” she gasped out, the words barely audible.
    “That’s right.” He pressed his thumb on her clit and rotated it. “I’m going to give you another chance. You want this, don’t you? Want everyone to see what a slut you are for my cock?”
    Yes, yes, yes. She breathed in deep, her thighs tensing. His touch was too light to make her actually come. “No.”
    He stopped, hands lifting off her needy pussy. “Wrong answer.” He raised his head. “Akira. Come here.”
    Tatiana’s breath stopped.
    The woman glanced over her shoulder, not moving until Remy nodded at her and slapped her ass, the noise lewd and fleshy. Then she got down on her hands and knees, crawling over to their chair.
    Wyatt leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
    “I want it,” she whispered, ready to pass out from excitement. “I’ll tell you if it’s more than I’m willing to do.”
    Satisfied, he looked over her shoulder at Akira, who was sitting between her open legs, her avaricious gaze on every inch of Tatiana’s spread, naked body.
    “I need an extra set of hands,” Wyatt explained kindly. “Don’t finger her or touch her in any other way. Hold her pussy lips open for me.”
    Dear God, was he trying to kill her? She rubbed her ass against him. His cock was steel hard at her back, but as always, he had iron control over his needs.
    Fingers, softer than Wyatt’s, brushed over the curls on her mound. Those slender fingers landed on either side of her pussy and pushed the lips open.
    Tatiana strained against her bonds, tilting her head back, but he was a solid force behind her. That touch alone, that foreign, unfamiliar touch, was enough to shoot her through the stratosphere.
    “Thank you, Akira,” he said, ever the gentleman, and then brought his hand down with a sharp crack over her pussy.
    Her body tightened, and on the second slap she came, twisting against his hard arm around her and the metal that bound her tightly.
    She came back to earth to find Akira still holding her spread open. Wyatt lazily inserted three fingers inside her and thrust a few times, giving her clit time to lose its oversensitivity after her climax.
    “You let her come like that?” Remy tsk ed. “Akira doesn’t so much as think of coming without my say-so.”
    Akira’s snort was low, but obvious. Tatiana gave a weak smile.
    “I’m a kinder man than