Free Sarah’s Billionaire Doms by Angelique Voisen Page A

Jared remarked, thumbing her kissable lips. “That wasn’t counted.”
    Damon spanked her again.
    “One,” she whispered.
    Damon’s hand whistle through the air, and then the hard calluses of his hand connected against her smooth bottom. Jesus. Jared hadn’t seen a more erotic sight, and he’d seen plenty as his time as a Dom at the club.
    “Two,” she managed.
    Jared stroked her hair, complimented her as Damon finished his set. By then, her ass had taken on a nice shade of pink, her breathing grew shallow, but she hadn’t begged them once to stop. She colored very nicely, Jared noticed. They had already suspected she had a high tolerance for pain, but they wanted her to associate pain with pleasure.
    “That’s our good girl,” Jared told her.
    “Please,” she finally uttered.
    “Please, what?” Damon asked, beginning to massage his handiwork.
    She stole a quick look at Jared, who nodded in approval. After all, she’d taken her punishment like a champ. “Please fuck me, Master.”
    Jared pulled out a condom and lube from the drawer nearby and passed them to Damon.
    Damon had a mischievous look in his eyes. “On one condition. I’m taking your ass, but you don’t have permission to come. My brother will fuck your pussy. If you orgasm before I finish hammering your ass, I’m going to punish you again. Understood?
    Sarah let out a shaky breath. “I understand, Master.”
    “Good. Let’s begin.” Damon slipped on a condom. He then drizzled a generous amount of lube down her crack and his fingers. He slid a finger inside her, lubricating and scissoring her for his access. She squirmed, but a moan poured out of her, low and breathy with need.
    “Please,” Sarah murmured. Her gaze—filled with trust and longing—warmed Jared’s insides.
    Jared grunted, waiting his turn, but he knew the sweet rewards of denial. Damon grabbed her ass, then slid inside her slowly, making sure she got used to his length. She groaned, hands clawing at the counter. Sarah looked relieved when Jared helped restrained her wrists with his own hands.
    “Relax, baby. Damon’s going to make you feel so good in a moment,” Jared told her.
    “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Damon growled out, finally burying himself deep. He began to fuck her, his rhythm changing from slow to fast.
    Keeping one hand on her wrists, Jared freed his other to slip between her legs. Her eyes widened, her mouth frozen to a shocked ‘o’ when he began drawing circles around her clit ring.
    “Oh, God,” she uttered under her breath.
    “Remember the rules, Sarah,” Jared warned, slipping a finger into her tight heat.
    Sarah arched her back, breath rattling, but she obeyed. Jared finger-fucked her, sliding his fingers in and out of her heat. The way her pussy muscles clenched around them made him groan. Imagine it was his cock Jared drove inside her.
    “Patience, brother,” Damon rumbled, panting. Several thrusts later, Damon dug his hands deep into Sarah’s hips, sinking into her one last time before climaxing. Damon shuddered before affectionately slapping her ass. “Good girl.
    Sarah flushed at the compliment, although her face remained strained with the effort of keeping her orgasm in. Feeling generous, Jared stopped teasing her clit, amused when she let out a frustrated growl. Damon recovered and wiped her off with some baby wipes.
    Jared glanced at Damon. “I’m taking her in bed.”
    “Good choice.” Damon nodded in approval.
    Sarah blinked, and then yelped when Jared easily scooped her up again in his arms. She clutched at his shoulders as Jared carried her back to the bedroom and placed her at the edge of the bed. Jared reached the limits of his control. He spread her legs apart and ran a loving hand up her left calf, knee, inner thigh, getting a warm smile from Sarah as a reward.
    “You forgot this.” Damon appeared by his side and handed him a condom.
    Jared grinned. “Thanks, bro.”
    “Don’t worry, I’m clean,” Sarah said.