Free Blake, Abby - Maya's Masters [Viper's Dungeon 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake Page A

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    But then she took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and lifted her hands to the buttons of her shirt. “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly, just the slightest hint of nerves in her voice.

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    Maya hadn’t really thought this part through. She didn’t feel ashamed of her body, but it wasn’t exactly a perfect shape either. She bit her lip nervously and cursed every gym visit she’d missed in the past year. As she undid the buttons, she tried to brace herself for their disappointment. Tight jeans and a good bra did wonders for hiding a body’s real shape.
    But as she twisted to drop the shirt from her shoulders and reached behind her to undo her bra, Derek brushed her hands away and did it for her. He moved his fingers from her hair and circled them around her neck to press against her collarbone. His thumb and forefinger lightly massaged the base of her throat. It wasn’t anywhere near restrictive, but it somehow made her feel more possessed than anything she’d ever felt before.
    “You’re very beautiful, sugar. I can’t wait to taste those delicious-looking tits.”
    Maya smiled at Cam’s choice of words. Who would ever have guessed that the word “tits” would be a turn-on for her? Cam gave her one of his trademark cocky grins, and her tension drained away. She gazed at his expression as she undid the button and zipper on her jeans and pushed the denim lower. Of course that’s when she realized she should have taken her boots off first. What was it about these men that could make her so addlebrained that she couldn’t even remember how to get undressed properly?
    “Don’t,” Derek said as she tried to kick her boots off without moving out of his embrace. “Drop the panties to your ankles.” She swallowed hard and did as she was told. “Good girl.” Derek guided her across the room, steadying her as her balance wobbled from having the denim tangled around her feet. “Facedown over Master Cameron’s knees, sub.”
    Thankfully Derek guided her into the position they wanted and she breathed a little sigh of relief that she hadn’t managed to fall on her face in the process. It wasn’t until Cam’s warm hand started to caress her ass that she realized the picture she must make.

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    “Relax, sugar,” Cam ordered when he felt Maya tense up. “We’ll go slowly.” He’d never had a woman lie over his lap like this before, but somehow it felt almost natural. He caressed her bottom, his hands dipping lower to rub over her warm thighs and then skimming higher to draw lines up and down her spine. Incredibly she relaxed against him. The nod of approval he got from Derek let him know that going with his instincts was a good choice.
    “There are several different techniques, but I prefer to stick with stinging slaps rather than muscle deep hits. Many Doms prefer to save the latter for punishment, but I prefer not to leave my subs with pain that can last for several days.”
    Cam wanted to ask how he would know the difference, but didn’t want to frighten Maya with his inexperience. Yet Derek seemed to understand his trepidation because he described the different styles in fairly solid detail and then pointed out the areas to avoid. Thanks to Cam’s hand-to-hand combat training, he already knew the most vulnerable parts of the human body and agreed wholeheartedly to keep the spanking confined to Maya’s buttocks and upper thighs, avoiding danger areas such as her spine and kidneys. It was obvious that Maya was listening, so he continued to caress her in soothing strokes, both to try and keep her arousal simmering and to help her stay relaxed.
    “We’ll start with five. Count them for your Masters, sub.”
    Still, Cam hesitated. He’d seen some pretty harsh spankings at the club and, even though he knew the subs involved enjoyed them, he had no wish to leave Maya in real pain. Derek was obviously used to dealing with new Doms because he stepped closer and demonstrated.

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