Free Pleasing Sir by Delilah Devlin

wanted to hear? But thinking was hard with the blood rushing toward her head and her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
    Moist, cool gel smoothed over her anus. Then something prodded her hole and pushed inside. Not flesh. An object. Her body stiffened and she forced her muscles to relax. She wanted to ask them what the hell it was, but kept silent, needing to please Bryce more than she needed to satisfy her curiosity. She’d save her little rebellions for him because she didn’t want anyone but “Mr. Caldwell” punishing her.
    The object slid deep, narrow in circumference at first, then widening. A butt plug.
    She’d had one thrust inside her before—by her previous master—and he’d made her keep it there while he led her nude around the club. She’d been embarrassed and suffered strangers’ hands caressing the end of the plug.
    She bit her lips and wished those thoughts gone, because that was then, and now was very different. Still, she couldn’t help the little sniffle that escaped.
    Hands clamped around her shoulders and pulled her upright. Morgan moved in front of her, his gaze studying her expression. “Was that painful? Did he hurt you?”
    She shook her head, dropping her gaze.
    A finger crooked under her chin and lifted her face. “Then what’s wrong, Raelie?” Morgan asked softly.
    She had to tell him. No more than she could Bryce, she couldn’t deny Morgan anything, even her thoughts. And she didn’t want to. “My old boyfriend made me use one in a club. I didn’t much like it. Having strangers watch me and…touch it.”
    Morgan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his naked chest.
    When had he undressed? She closed her eyes and accepted his comfort, nestling her belly against his erection.
    “Does this feel the same way to you?” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Do you think we’d have so little care for your modesty? It’s just us, Raelie. We won’t hurt you. Our only goal is your pleasure.”
    “But I don’t know Billy.”
    Morgan sighed. “We’re like brothers, the three of us. We share a business, a long friendship. Sometimes women. Until you know Billy better, you have to trust Bryce and me. Or at least trust Bryce. You will know us, inside and out. And you won’t have a secret we won’t discover.”
    Something about the way he said it sounded like a vow, like it was meant for something lasting. Her arms crept around his back, and she snuggled her face deeper against his chest. “I’m okay now. Really.” She kissed the corner of his neck. “Please, sir.”
    A snort stirred the hair at her temple. “You say that all meek-like, but I’m not fooled,” he growled. “I’m the guy you wouldn’t give an inch.”
    She felt a smile begin to stretch her mouth. Trust Morgan to know how to put her at ease. Mr. Glib was a lot sweeter than he wanted anyone to know.
    Morgan stepped back and she let him go, but not without trailing her hands down his sides. She couldn’t help herself. She knew his body and already loved it. The bold thrust of his cock had her hands curling because she wanted to wrap both around the thick, sturdy shaft.
    A vibration hummed to life—from the dildo clutched tightly between her cheeks.
    She jerked her head toward Billy, who watched her with a steady, narrowed stare.
    Bryce trusted him, she reminded herself, not daring to glance in Bryce’s direction for reassurance. She’d show her trust. He’d said Billy was dark. She wished he’d warned her he was a little scary too.
    She gritted her teeth to stop the groan threatening to spill out. “There are men working right outside the window. Is everyone going to know what we’re doing?”
    Morgan waggled his eyebrows. “Give us a minute and I bet you won’t give a damn if they do.”

    She clamped hard around the dildo, trying to suppress the curl of arousal, winding tightly inside her belly. “I mean it. This is play. But I have a job I don’t want to give up if everyone thinks