Free Sarah’s Billionaire Doms by Angelique Voisen

exact opposite. They’d give what any sub yearned for—the perfect balance, pushing Sarah close to the edge one moment with hard implements before switching over to feathery kisses and caresses to soothe her hurts.
    “Miss me already, sub? I haven’t even been gone that long,” Damon remarked after releasing her back to Jared.
    Jared kissed the silken length of her throat, right over her leaping pulse. “Let’s finish up. The water’s gone cold.”
    Sarah bit her lip, still swollen from Damon’s kiss. Jared loved how she avoided looking at his cock, how she did her best to keep her twitching hands from touching his member. “But, Master…”
    “Are you making demands of us, little subbie?” Damon asked, amused.
    She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, then to Jared’s expectant gaze. It was incredibly satisfying to know Damon had finally lured out the self Sarah hid underneath all her protective armor. He knew she needed to erect an impregnable defense around her mind and heart to survive her husband’s abuse, but they wanted her to know she no longer needed it because they were now in her life.
    “Well…demands, no. A request, maybe?” she asked hopefully.
    Damon turned to Jared. “You know what I think, brother?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I believe our sub really wants that spanking.”
    Jared glanced at Sarah, who scowled. “Be my guest.”
    Damon bent over the tub and easily lifted her. She let out a cute little gasp, but nonetheless wrapped her arms around his neck.
    “The floor is getting all wet and—”
    “The floor should be the last thing you should be worried about,” Jared mused.

Chapter Seven
    Jared pulled the drain and washed off the excess soap and bubbles with the hand shower. By the time he got out of the tub and reached for a towel, Damon had finished drying her with a towel. Jared toweled himself and was treated to the delightful sight of Sarah squirming as Damon bent her over the counter. Damon kept one firm hand on her back as she got used to the position. He licked his lips, admiring the sight of her breasts pressed against the marble counter top, her ass and cunt exposed to the air.
    “Stay still and keep your hands flat on the surface,” Damon commanded. Breathing hard, she struggled to obey. He nudged her legs apart with his foot and fingered her exposed cunt. “My, aren’t you wet?”
    She groaned as he played with her folds.
    “Come see, brother. Sarah, why don’t you show Jared what a good girl you are, patiently awaiting your punishment?”
    Jared joined them. Damon stepped aside for Jared’s appraisal. The muscles of Sarah’s back tensed, and then relaxed as Jared ran his fingers down her vertebrae, taking his time in tracing each swirl of ink. Would she eventually allow them to help her pick a design to celebrate their ownership of her body and heart?
    “Look at the pretty curve of that ass,” Jared murmured, finally reaching the cleft of her buttocks.
    She shuddered when he brushed against the puckered hole of her ass, the delicate bit of skin separating her two entrances, before reaching his favorite part. Jared traced the moist lips of her labia with his fingertips, ending his examination with a tug on her clit ring. She gasped at that, but didn’t move.
    “Her ass is lacking some decoration,” Damon pointed out as Jared made way.
    Jared stood by the edge of the counter, gently turned her head so her cheek lay on the marble and she could see him. Seeing the riot of emotions crossing her face, he smiled, heart tightening with affection.
    “Do you think you can take twenty for us, little one?” Jared asked.
    “Yes, Master,” she murmured.
    Jared tucked one stray strand against her ear as Damon delivered his first barehanded smack. Her ass jumped, and her eyes widened slightly. Sarah’s lips parted and a moan slipped out. Jared’s balls tightened. He didn’t know how long he could hold off his climax.
    “Damon likes to hear his subs count out loud,”