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Maybe a…wish.”
    “Then what would you wish for?”
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    Robin L. Rotham
    “All right then, I wish that you’d marry me and live happily ever after with me, and that you’d be willing to let Alec move in with us and play with us until some other woman gets her claws into him permanently.”
    “I don’t see that happening, myself,” Alec rumbled from across the table.
    “And what about you two? Do you want to…?” She bit her lip.
    “If you’re asking if we want to fuck each other, the answer is definitely no.” Jared eyed Alec with a rueful grin. “Can you guess why?”
    Grace looked back and forth between them and felt a laugh bubbling up. “Too many Doms and not enough subs?”
    “Basically,” he agreed. “We both liked dishing it out, but neither of us liked taking it.”
    “Wimps,” she giggled. Giggled . Sixty years old and she was giggling! Oh how she wished she had it all to do over again. She’d kiss the English department goodbye and spend the rest of her life writing steamy romances, when she wasn’t busy researching her two gorgeous subjects.
    “Now there’s a challenge if I ever heard one,” Alec declared. “Be careful, Grace—
    I’m bringing a big collection of floggers with me.”
    She sobered immediately. “Uh…”
    “Love me, love my dungeon, Princess,” he grinned.
    “Question answered to your satisfaction, Grace?”
    She smiled at Jared with all the love in her heart. “Absolutely.”
    He leaned over and kissed her lips. “Then I think it’s about time you met Alec’s slapper. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
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Chapter Seven
    She was getting frantic. They’d drawn out her torture for hours, using all kinds of equipment she’d only dreamed of. After decking her out in a ball gag and leather cuffs, they’d separated her feet with a small spreader bar, clipped her wrist-to-ankle and posed her on the floor with her ass in the air, taking turns with the slapper until fire blazed in both cheeks and down both thighs.
    Then as if that hadn’t been enough to make her whimper for release, they ran a fluffy white feather over the super-sensitized skin, intensifying her desire until it dripped onto the carpet between her knees. Every now and then one of them would push a finger or two into one orifice or the other, making her push back in a desperate plea for mercy. And that was just the beginning of their sensuous cruelty.
    Now she writhed on the bed as much as her firmly bound wrists and ankles would let her, still wearing the ball gag and drooling from both corners of her mouth. They’d brought back the dreaded clamps, only this time they’d attached one to her clit too.
    Once she’d settled down and they were sure she wasn’t going to come, they’d inserted an extremely large vibrator into her pussy, working it in slowly until it felt like it touched the back of her throat. Before tightening the strap that held it in place, Jared had turned it on and she’d nearly jumped out of her skin. Good, good, good , it was so good!
    Her head was propped up just far enough to see Jared and Alec lounging naked in occasional chairs by the bed, stroking matching hard-ons while they watched her dance in her restraints. Bastards! She could see the clock from here too. It was 11:30 already, and if they made her wait much longer, she’d go back to sixty turned inside out with no one to help relieve her agony.
    She raised her head off the pillow and screamed, “Take off the fucking gag!”
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    That’s not what came out, but unbelievably, Jared stood and walked over to the bed. Sitting beside her, he loosened the gag, saying, “You rang, Princess?”
    She stretched her jaw this way and that before saying, “We have to finish before midnight. Sir,” she added quickly.
    “Who says?”
    “Jared, promise you’ll let me come before midnight or I’ll say the safe word.”
    His eyes widened. “Can’t get much clearer than that.” He nodded