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  Cilla rolled her hips in time with Reed's fingers, grinding down on him and slowly building toward an orgasm. She was just starting to feel the familiar tingle that told her she was getting ready for takeoff when Reed suddenly changed tactics, momentarily taking his fingers away from her folds and slipping two of them deep inside her. She was so wet that he slid right in, but Reed had some pretty long fingers to go with those big hands. As he began to thrust his fingers in and out, she swore it felt like she was being fucked. Despite this being their first time together, he found sensitive little places inside her she wasn't even aware existed. The hell with her G-Spot; those big fingers found the whole rest of the alphabet.

  Hayes must have finally gotten tired of being left out. He tightened his fingers in her hair again to get her attention, then bobbed her head up and down. This time he kept a firm hold on her, moving her mouth on him exactly the way he wanted—fucking her mouth more than letting her blow him. So much for Reed deciding when Hayes’d come. The younger officer was taking matters into his own hand—literally.

  Cilla had always secretly reveled in the blatant submissiveness involved in letting a guy fuck her mouth, but having him do it while her hands were cuffed behind her back ramped up the sensation by a factor of about a million. It was so intense, she actually felt goose bumps running down her back. She ground hard against Reed's hand. She wanted to come at the same time Hayes did.

  As she got closer and closer to the edge, her moans matched Hayes's. Her pussy clenched around Reed's big fingers. The muscles all over her body tightened up in anticipation. She was almost there.

  Then, seconds before she came, Reed jerked his fingers away at the same time Hayes pulled his cock from her mouth. Something about them being perfectly in synch popped into her head, but she was too frustrated by being deprived of both her own orgasm and Hayes’s to give it much thought.

  She whipped her head around to glare at Reed. “Why did you stop? I was about to come.”

  “I know you were.” Reed gave her a lopsided grin. “It's like I said before—there's a lot of fun to be had with that beautiful body of yours before we let you come. If you're patient, you'll come harder than you ever have in your life. I promise.”

  She wanted to tell him she was very good at orgasming more than once in the same night, but the possibility of them making her come harder than she ever had in her life was too intriguing to pass up.

  “All right.” She gave Reed a flirty smile. “But I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

  Reed chuckled and helped her to her feet, which would have been difficult to do on her own with her hand cuffed behind her back. Getting spanked and teased had excited her so much that her legs were actually weak, and she wobbled a little as he spun her around and pulled her close for a long, breath-stealing kiss.

  Hayes got behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts as he ground his cock against her ass. Her freshly spanked skin was hypersensitive to touch, and she gasped at the feel of him. It would be so easy for him to slide in her pussy from back there, but she knew he wouldn't do it. Not yet anyway.

  While she was still peeved Reed hadn’t let her come, she had to admit the two cops were extremely good at setting her pot to boil. She didn't think any man had ever brought her to this level of sexual excitement and held her there. It was unbelievably hot.

  Still kissing her, Reed slipped a hand down between her legs. He was careful to avoid her clit, she noticed. Probably because he knew it wouldn’t take much to set her off. Cupping her pussy, he slid his finger into her wetness, then slowly worked it back and forth. She whimpered against his mouth. He was clearly serious about teasing her for a good, long while before letting her come, wasn’t he?

  She could have humped and gyrated against him, trying to snatch a climax before he could stop her, but she didn't. She realized now that when she’d said she trusted the two cops completely, that extended beyond them handcuffing her. There was something about them that made her want to give herself to them completely. That meant letting them decided how—and when—she came.

  Admittedly, it was pretty tough giving up that much control, but it was like her grandmother used to say. If you get on a carnival ride, you don't have any choice but to stay on the thing until it's over. She doubted her grandma had this particular ride in mind, but the phrase seemed to fit. She was going to enjoy this ride, even if the men’s teasing drove her insane.

  Hayes slid his hands down from her breasts and over her hips, cupping her ass cheeks. Her reddened skin tingled as he lightly ran his fingers over the places his partner had recently punished so thoroughly. Without warning, he delved one hand between her cheeks to tease her anus with a fingertip.

  She held her breath, hoping Hayes would slide his finger in there while Reed continued to work her pussy. She certainly wouldn't be adverse to that. Her ass was super sensitive, so she’d always enjoyed anal sex. But Hayes bypassed her anus and moved his hand down until it rested on her inner thigh a few inches below her pussy. She moaned as he ran his fingers through the wetness escaping her pussy.

  He lightly smacked her leg. When she didn’t move, he did it again, this time a little harder.

  “Spread 'em,” he ordered huskily.

  The words sent a quiver through Cilla. She should have guessed that was what he wanted. He was a cop, after all. She complied, spreading her legs shoulder width apart.

  He smacked the inside of her thigh again. “More.”

  She obeyed, spreading her legs so far she felt it in the muscles of her inner thighs.

  “Good girl,” Hayes said.

  She thought Reed would complain about the position his partner had put her in since it meant he had to stop playing with her pussy—as tall as he was, he’d have to practically drop down to his knees to reach her now. But if he minded, he didn't comment on it. Instead he walked to her kitchen table and picked up one of her chairs, then brought it over and set it down in front of her. She assumed it was so he could sit down, but he went around behind her to undo the cuff from one of her wrists.

  Cilla was surprised—and bummed—he was releasing her already. She opened her mouth to say as much, only to close it again as Reed brought her hands around in front of her and cuffed her again.

  “Keep your legs spread.” Reed moved her so fast she barely realized what he was doing until she found herself standing with her legs spread wide and her hands planted on the seat of the chair. “Leave your hands right there, Cilla.”

  He could have cuffed her to the chair to make sure she did as she was told, but he hadn’t. He was trusting her to obey him simply because he’d given her an order. The position not only pushed her ass up and out, but exposed her pussy as well. Her heart pounded with the knowledge she was completely vulnerable to whatever the two men wanted to do to her back there.

  “Nice,” Hayes commented with a husky growl, walking around and taking in her body from every angle.

  After they’d both perused her to their satisfaction, Reed took his place behind her while Hayes stepped in front of her and unbuckled his gear belt. Talk about being distracted. She knew Reed was probably up to something behind her, but she couldn't help focusing completely on Hayes as he set aside his leather belt, then stepped out of his shoes and slowly stripped off his uniform. He was built like a martial-arts fighter, all lean, ripped muscle with a set of six-pack abs any woman would drool over. Damn, he had a body that looked like it could go all night.

  She'd already seen his penis, of course, but the full reveal was much better. His long, hard cock sat nestled in between equally rock-hard thighs. When he took his shaft in his hand and offered it to her, she obediently opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. Hayes slid his free hand in her hair and took a firm hold with his fingers, then slowly started pumping. Not too deep—just enough for the tip of his cock to touch the back of her throat—then back out until only the head was in her mouth. He repeated the motion over and over again until it was almost hypnotiz
ing.

  As much as she loved Hayes fucking her mouth, she’d never liked being a passive participant in anything, especially sex. She wanted Hayes to know he was getting the best blowjob of his life. So she moved her head from side to side, lapping the underside of his cock with his tongue. Hayes groaned.

  Cilla was so into what she was doing, she barely felt Reed smack her ass. When the loud echo that came with it finally penetrated her blowjob-induced haze, she realized he hadn’t used his hand. Turning to look while still licking Hayes was impossible, so she tried to analyze what it was by feel.

  She didn’t have to wait long. A moment later, Reed delivered a second smack to the opposite cheek. Whatever it was, it was solid. But flexible, too. A belt? As it connected with her ass again, she decided she must be right. Crap, it stung!

  But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it. Her pussy throbbed every time the leather kissed her flesh. She moaned around Hayes's cock. She was so aroused she would have begged Reed to plunge his cock into her if she could have.

  Hayes suddenly jerked his shaft from her mouth and backed away, his breathing ragged. Cilla probably would have fallen forward over the chair if his fingers hadn’t been tangled in her hair.

  “Shit," he gasped. “Damn, you’re good at that.”

  Pride surged through her. She opened her mouth to thank him, but Reed’s soft chuckle interrupted her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him standing there with an amused smile on his face. His belt, sans any gear, dangled from his hand. So, she’d been right about that.

  “Having some control issues, Hayes?” he asked his partner.

  “Hey, careful there. You haven't experienced what Cilla's mouth feels like yet. You'd be close to coming, too, if you were in my place.”

  Reed chuckled again. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  Hayes didn’t comment, but just circled around behind her. He let out a long, low whistle as he took in her freshly strapped derriere. “Damn, that’s the most beautifully reddened ass I think I've ever seen.”

  Cilla couldn’t believe she was actually blushing at the compliment. She’d never been shy about her body, but Hayes’s words made her face color as rosy as she was sure her ass must be.

  Hayes rubbed her bottom, his fingers teasing the sensitive area where her derriere met her thighs. “Mmm, your ass is so hot.”

  Cilla couldn't hold back the moan that escaped.

  “Do you like it when I touch your ass?” he asked.

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  Hayes stopped moving his hand. “I asked you a question, Cilla. Do you like me touching you like this?”

  “Yes.”

  The words was barely more than a breathless whimper, but it must have satisfied Hayes because he went back to massaging her ass again. This time, Reed joined him.

  Together, they touched her ass and legs, their hands strong and sure as they caressed every inch of skin. Cilla closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. One of the men—she wasn’t sure which because she didn’t open her eyes—came around in front of her and cupped her breasts while the other teased her anus. From the size of the finger that slipped into her ass, she knew it was Reed back there—she couldn't mistake his large fingers for anyone else. The man was clearly obsessed with her ass. She hoped that meant he’d be sliding his cock in there before the night was over.

  While Reed paid attention to her ass, Hayes played with her nipples, alternating between rolling them in his fingers and giving them a firm tug. She was used to a guy caressing her breasts while she was on her back or she straddled him, but this was the first time she’d had someone do it in this position. It felt completely different, but still wonderful.

  Hayes didn’t make love to her breasts nearly as long as she would have liked, though. After giving her nipples another squeeze, he walked around behind her to join Reed again. Once there, he slid his hand under Reed's and slipped a finger in her pussy. The duo assault made her gasp, and her eyes flew open. Dear God, she’d never felt anything like it. She pressed her palms against the chair, afraid her legs were going to give out.

  She undulated her hips, grinding against their hands, desperate to make herself come. But while the two men fucked her with their fingers, they were very careful not to bring her to orgasm.

  She whimpered in frustration.

  “I don't think I've ever seen a woman get more aroused.” Hayes’s voice was laced with admiration. “Have you?”

  “Can’t say that I have.” Reed plunged his thick finger deeper into her ass. “She's so hot she’s about ready to burst into flames.”

  Cilla groaned. She was actually starting to feeling lightheaded from being aroused for so long. Or maybe it was just from being bent over like this. Whatever. If she didn’t have her hands planted on the chair, she would have crumpled to the floor.

  Hayes glided his finger lightly over her clit, and she let out a tiny scream.

  “Think maybe we should let her had just one little orgasm?” Hayes asked his partner.

  Didn’t she get a vote in this? She supposed she didn't. She’d ceded complete control of the situation to the two cops the moment she let them snap the cuffs on her wrists. But still… She hoped Reed would agree.

  He played with her ass in silence, as if considering Hayes’s suggestion.

  “I suppose one little climax wouldn't hurt,” Reed finally said. “She's been a really good girl.” Bending over, he pulled her hair back with his free hand and put his mouth close to her ear. “Would you like to come, babe?”

  Cilla danced from foot to foot. “God, yes!”

  Reed pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, then straightened up to address his partner again. “What do you have in mind?”

  She held her breath as she waited for Hayes’s answer.

  “I bet she'd love to have her pussy licked,” Hayes said. “Wouldn’t you, Cilla?”

  She nodded. Then remembering how Hayes had chastised her earlier for not answering his question, added, “Yes.”

  “That settles it then,” Reed concurred.

  “Do you mind if I do the honors?” Hayes asked.

  “Be my guest. You did call dibs on her pussy, after all.”

  She frowned, the prospect of getting her pussy licked forgotten for the moment. Dibs? What the heck were they were talking about? Before she could ask, Hayes took her arm and gently pulled her upright. Leading her over to the couch, he sat her down on the edge of the center cushion. Taking the handcuff key from Reed, he undid the cuff from her left wrist, then leaving the manacles hanging from the right one, he gently tipped her back until she was lying on the cushions with her legs in the air.

  Cilla automatically pulled her knees back to her chest and spread her legs wide, ready for Hayes to kneel between them. Worrying about who called dibs on her pussy—and when—could wait until later.

  But Hayes wasn’t quite done putting her in position. He grabbed the wrist that still had the cuff around it and with a deft move, attached the other end to her right ankle. That was kinky enough, but then he grabbed his handcuff from his gear belt and quickly attached them to her left wrist and left ankle, leaving her with her legs secured in an obscenely blatant and wide-open position. Thank God for yoga class or this position would have been almost impossible to hold for long, regardless of the handcuffs.

  She gave Hayes a smile. “You know, you don't have to lock me up like this to get me to keep my legs open.”

  Hayes knelt in front of her, flashing her a wicked grin as he ran his hands along her thighs. “I know, but imagine how it will feel when you can't close your legs, no matter how many times I make you come. I can keep licking your sweet pussy until you just about lose your mind.”

  Chapter Three

  Cilla’s breath tangled in her throat. She'd never been bound and forced to orgasm. The idea of Hayes making her come over and over with his mouth was a dizzying thought.

  But Reed must have decided cuffing her in that position didn’t expose her enoug
h. He walked behind the couch and reached over the back to grab her ankles.

  “You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission, Cilla. Got it?”

  She blinked up at him. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  She looked at Hayes to see what he had to say, but from the expectant way he was looking at her, he was clearly backing up his partner on this. She dropped her head back to eye Reed. “What are you going to do if I come without your permission? Spank me?”

  The thought of him reddening her ass again made her warm all over.

  His mouth quirked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But, no. Hayes will stop licking your pussy. You don’t want him to stop, do you?”

  Well, that wasn’t very fair. She really would have preferred the spanking. How the heck was she supposed to keep from climaxing? She’d never even tried anything like that before. But apparently, Reed was serious about her doing just that. And damn, if he didn’t look all authoritative standing over her like that, his uniform shirt stretched tight across his broad chest.

  “No, I don’t want him to stop,” she said.

  “Good girl.” He pulled her legs up a little more and nodded to Hayes. “Dive in, partner.”

  Hayes carefully spread her folds wide with his fingers, then leaned in and ran his velvety tongue all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the tip of her clit. She jumped as if she'd been shocked.

  “Mmm.” He lapped her folds again, stopping just short of her clit this time and looking up at her. “You taste good.”

  Cilla bit her lip as she watched him bend his head. He swirled his tongue around her clit. Once, twice, then again and again.

  “Oh God,” she breathed. “That's so good.”