Free Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) by Julie Shelton Page B

front palmed the woman’s mound and thrust his two middle fingers through her slit, sliding them back and forth, gathering her moisture. The blond fingered her anus. Each man palmed a breast.
    “I want your mouth, Sunny,” the dark-haired man demanded and for the first time, Charlie realized that this particular area was mic’ed, making the entire club privy to this wrenching scene.
    She heard a woman behind her whisper, “Who are they?”
    “They’re the owners of this club,” her partner whispered back. “The Native American is Jesse Colter, the blond is Adam Sinclair. The woman is their wife, Sarah.”
    Charlie’s eyes widened. Their wife? They’re both married to the same woman? Isn’t that just a wee bit illegal?
    The woman, Sarah, raised her face and the sexy Dom standing in front of her gave her a slow, sultry smile that drew an answering one from her. “I love you, Master,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
    “I love you, too, darlin’ girl.” Curling his finger beneath her chin, he held her in place as he lowered his head, devouring her mouth in a kiss that was at once carnal and raw, yet sensual and loving. He lifted both hands, thrusting his fingers through her hair, his palms holding the sides of her face as he continued to pluck repeatedly at her lips with his teeth, gently tugging and releasing them, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth in a seductive dance.
    The other man, Adam Sinclair, palmed both her breasts, squeezing, twisting, and pulling on her nipples, all the while forging a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder, up her neck to her ear, making her giggle and squirm. When both men raised their heads, Jesse Colter stared down into Sarah’s eyes. . “You are every beat of our hearts, Sarah. You’re our love, our life. You know we don’t like punishing you. But you have been unaccountably surly all week, and today was simply the last straw. You are not allowed to disrespect your Masters. So you have earned fifty strokes with the floggers. The first forty will be to warm you up. The last ten will be difficult for you. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    The sheer intensity of the emotions zapping back and forth between these three people was felt by every single person watching this scene. Charlie’s heart stuttered and her insides melted. This is the way it should be between a Dom and his sub. This is what I’ve been looking for my entire life. This deep emotional connection. This sense of belonging completely to another. It’s what I was looking for with Perry, what I thought I had found. Too bad he turned out to be such a monster. Shaking off both her inchoate yearnings and the terrible memories of her ordeal with Bradford, Charlie turned her attention back to the threesome on the stage.
    “After your punishment is over, all transgressions will be forgiven, and you will be granted your release,” Jesse was saying.
    Sarah’s entire body slumped in relief. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master.”
    Behind her, Adam chuckled. “Thought you’d like that part.”
    They talked a bit more, then the men moved into position and the flogging began, their arms rising and falling in a symphony of bunching, rippling muscles. By the time the last blow fell, both men were sheened with sweat.
    Jesse spoke to the exhausted woman again and the final ten strokes began to fall. As she shouted,“Ten!” her body exploded in a rapturous release that had her body writhing and twisting in the restraints.
    \Dropping his flogger to the floor, Jesse fell to his knees and buried his mouth in Sarah’s pussy, making her body convulse in an endless, screaming orgasm. As soon as he’d wrung the last ounce of pleasure from her, he stood. Once again the men sandwiched her between them. Removing the vibrators from both of her passages, they unfastened their leathers, shoved them down around their knees and, in a coordinated movement, filled her with their cocks, fucking