The door on her right opened and Jace clamped a hand around her arm. “Come on, pet. Time to pay your debt to society.”

She scooted out gingerly, the vibrator moving inside her with every jostle, sending a pulse of need straight to her clit each time. When she planted her heels into the gravel, her legs wobbled, but Jace helped her to a stand.

Andre unlocked her cuffs and grabbed her shoulders. “Turn and face the vehicle. Palms on the car.”

“Yes, sir.” She followed his instructions and he nudged her feet wide, leaving her completely vulnerable to them. The vibrator continued its steady humming and her arousal threatened to track down her thighs.

Hands locked around her ankles, a pair on each. Jace and Andre at her feet. “You have any weapons on you, Ms. Kennedy?” Andre asked.

“No, sir.”

Their hands traced up her calves, caressing, kneading, then slipped below the hem of her skirt. Hot palms against her already burning inner thighs. Each of them massaged, inching closer and closer to her wet heat. She let her head sag forward between her shoulders as she silently begged them to give her some relief.

Roughened fingers slid inside her, deep and without preamble. She bowed up, a cry escaping her lips. “Oh, God, please.”

Another hand found her clit. She couldn’t tell if it was Jace or Andre, but just that one was inside her and one was sliding along her folds. Pleasure, sharp and intense, whipped through her. She rocked against their busy hands. So, so close.

Then, right when she could feel the first threads of that orgasm waiting in the wings, they backed off. “No!”

Jace kissed the curve of her neck and bit. “You don’t get to say no, sweetheart. Strip her, Andre.”

“Wait. Here?” She glanced around the parking lot, a shred of panic winding through her. Exhibitionism in her fantasies got her going but suddenly she wasn’t so sure if she had the guts to follow through.

“Yes, here. You have to earn these back. Your behavior so far has proven you don’t deserve modesty.” Andre dragged her skirt down and off then wound his hands around the front of her to unfasten the rest of her buttons and remove her bra.

The edge of coolness in the fall air danced over her, tightening her already aching nipples and raising goose bumps on her skin. Instinctively she lowered her arms to cover herself but Jace caught hold of her wrists and guided them behind her back again, refastening the cuffs. The move made her breasts jut out further and graze the chilled metal of the car.

She wriggled in their grasp. “You can’t expect me to walk around like this.”

“We can and you will,” Jace assured her. “Everyone will see what a pretty prisoner we’ve got. And how wet and pink you get knowing everyone is looking at you.” He positioned himself behind her, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her ass and the flared base of the plug. “You don’t fool me, sweet pet. I know you’ll get off on being displayed just as much as we get off by showing you off.”

He splayed his hand over her mound, giving delicious pressure and drawing a mewl from her.

“I fucking love knowing how everyone who sees you will want you, but only we get to have you. You’re ours, pet. Always.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, the overwhelming deluge of emotion interweaving with her desperate desire for them. “Yes, sir. Always.”

Another hand brushed her hair away from her face and Andre’s voice tickled her ear. “Trust us to know what you can take.”

She nodded, her fears falling away like dead leaves. She would follow these men into the dark, knowing they would be there to save her if it was too much. “I want to please you. I’ll do whatever you think is best.”

Andre’s smile was like a laser of warmth slicing through the cool air. He laced his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue slid over hers, and Jace joined in, pressing his lips to her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her ear. Tingles having nothing to do with her hyper-aroused state raced through her like fireflies, lighting any remaining dark corners within her and filling them with the shine of love she had for these two men.

How she had lived so long without this feeling she didn’t know. Her black-and-white life had gone Technicolor in the best possible way. Standing in the middle of a parking lot, cuffed and as naked as the day she was born, she’d never felt safer or more content.

Andre eased away, leaving her breathless. He smiled. “We’d better get going before you tempt me off my plan. Despite evidence to the contrary, my patience isn’t limitless.”

She laughed, and Andre pulled something from his pocket. Black material, but not a blindfold. Her lips parted to ask him what it was, but before she could, she had her answer. Andre pulled the tight spandex mask over her head, blocking out the last glimmer of dusk and muffling the sounds around her. Only a space for her mouth remained open to the air.

What the hell? She sucked in air through her nose, verifying the material was still porous enough to breathe through.

Jace squeezed her shoulder. “We don’t want you distracted. All you need to focus on is what we’re making you feel.”

She nodded, the panicky feeling settling down to a fine electric buzz running over her skin. “Yes, sir.”

Hands clamped over her biceps, and the guys made sure she was steady on her feet. They nudged her. “Walk.”

She stumbled on the first step, but they kept her upright. “Should I take off my heels?”

“Don’t talk crazy now,” Jace said. She could picture the naughty schoolboy smile he was probably wearing. “What kind of guys would we be if we made you walk barefoot on gravel?”

“Yeah, uh-huh. You’re all heart,” she said, letting the sarcasm drip off her tone.

The boys led her through the parking lot and onto pavement. The disorienting feeling of not knowing what was around her had her focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and on trusting the strong men flanking each side of her.

The squeak of a heavy door opening filled her ears and warm air cascaded over her, the contrast in temperature making her shiver. They were going inside. The built-in urge to shield her nudity, to feel shame, rose within her. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself.

Jace and Andre wanted to show her off, to strip away the remaining bricks and expose the soft vulnerable core of her trust. To push her. If she gave herself over completely to their wishes, she knew the reward would be hers. But that didn’t stop her heart having a grand mal seizure beneath her rib cage.

Her footsteps softened as she hit thick carpet. No other sounds filled her ears. The rooms in the main house were soundproof, so she assumed they’d gone in the side door and were walking down one of the hallways. At least they hadn’t walked her through the lobby.

But the quiet solitude was short-lived. They tucked her into the elevator and when the doors dinged and opened again, Evan’s ears perked at the gentle murmur of voices in the distance. Good Lord, how she must look—naked, masked, and in heels. Not to mention escorted by two gorgeous men in cop uniforms.

“Mmm, bella,” Andre breathed against her ear. “When you blush it’s not only your cheeks that get pink. So sexy.”

He thumbed a nipple and the ebb in heat that her rush of anxiety had caused quickly fired up anew. How could she be so turned on yet so fucking terrified at the same time?

The voices shifted, now both in front and behind, people milling around her in a busy room. Oh, God. Her muscles threatened to lock in place and fasten her to the floor even while the familiar kernel of desire sizzled within her. “Wait. I don’t know if I can do this.”

* * *

Evan halted in Jace’s grip, her muscles stiffening beneath his fingertips. He frowned and glanced at Andre, whose expression mirrored his. They’d anticipated this. But after Evan had done such a good job in the scene so far, Jace had thought maybe she’d already arrived at the place they needed her to be—that zone of absolute trust. But obviously they hadn’t won her full heart and submission quite yet. And if the end of the plan was going to come to fruition, then this piece was non-negotiable.

Jace scanned the large open room that made up the top floor of The Ranch’s main building. The center of the space was filled with couches for lounging and watching the antics, while the perimeter was set up with every kind of BDSM equipment you could imagine. A few scenes were taking place behind the slim red ropes that cordoned off each area, and two people with yellow T-shirts—The Ranch’s safety monitors—were walking the floor.

Heads had lifted when he, Andre, and Evan had stepped off the elevator. The sight of a beautiful submissive stripped and cuffed between two doms dressed as cops was not something most people saw every day. Even at The Ranch.

Electricity had wicked through Jace’s veins at the attention. He’d break off someone’s hand if anyone but Andre touched Evan, but he couldn’t deny that exposing her this way didn’t make his cock press even harder against the fly of his pants. He’d never seen a woman look so stunning in her submission. And she was theirs. She loved them back.

But now she just had to know what it meant to trust them.

They had only planned to walk her through the main room to give her a sense of exposure before going into a private area, but now she’d earned herself a tougher punishment. Jace tightened his grip on her arm. “Step to the right and get on your knees, sub. You’re blocking the walkway.”

“Jace, I can’t do—”

Andre smacked her bare ass. “Move it. And it’s ‘sir.’”

Jace held his breath. Evan’s whole body remained taut and, though he couldn’t see her face, he saw her wet her lips, part them. Fuck, she’s going to safe word. They’d read her signals wrong and pushed her too far too fast.

But then the stiffness went pliable beneath his fingertips, and she stepped to the side, her head dipping in deference. She lowered to her knees. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Her voice quavered, but her nipples had gone hard and dusky pink, and the illicit scent of her arousal swirled through his senses. Sweet mother of God he’d missed her. He leaned against the wall behind him, overwhelmed by the sight of her, by her compliance. He ran a hand over her head, the smooth spandex material warm from her body heat, and then yanked off the mask. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I want to look at you while you take my cock.”

She blinked up at him, adjusting to the light, then tried to look over her shoulder to see where she was. Andre grabbed a handful of her hair from his position behind her and held her in place. “Where we are or who’s watching is of no concern of yours, bella. All you need to worry about is showing Officer Austin how eager you are to suck him off.”

Her gaze flared. Anger laced with wicked desire.

Jace unfastened his pants and freed his straining erection, stroking it once in front of her. “You see what you did to me, pet?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He grabbed her chin and grazed her lips with the already damp tip of his cock. “Take care of it.”

Those soft lips of hers closed around him and he damn near lost it at the first graze of her tongue. Ah, fuck. These last few months he’d craved her like a drug. Her sweet femininity, the feisty edge to her submission, those soulful eyes gazing up at him. His dreams had been haunted by her face, the memory of her never leaving his subconscious even when he tried to push her from his mind and shore up his heart again. And now she was here, at his feet, giving him the gift of her body, her trust, her everything.

He didn’t know if he deserved such a wondrous gift, but hell if he wasn’t looking forward to spending every day of the rest of his life doing his best to be worthy of her.

Her mouth slid down his shaft and she took him deep, sending currents of pleasure-laced lightning through his cock and up his spine. His balls tightened, and he sagged against the wall with a moan, letting Andre guide Evan’s head back and forth over him.