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  No, she couldn’t allow that to happen again. She would stay away from them. She would keep their visit strictly professional despite the yearnings to have them kissing and spanking and oh yes, fucking her.

  Within minutes she’d finished his cut. A quick blow dry and he looked his old self again. Clean-cut and sexier than sin. As she brushed his nape, she caught him staring at her in the mirror. A satisfied smile tilted his lips. Perhaps because he was grateful both of his ears remained intact?

  “Thanks, it is a perfect cut. As always” he said as she removed his cape and the neck strip.

  “It’s my job,” she said tightly.

  He nodded and moved to the waiting area. Her heart thumped insanely as Eric stood, removed his coat and then strolled over to sit in the chair.

  “Same as usual,” he said as he stared directly at her in the mirror. His blue eyes gleamed with that sexual lust she remembered so well. Fevered heat whipped through her and she resisted the urge to fan her face just as Rachel had done earlier.

  She dipped her scissors and comb into the disinfectant jar, and then grabbed a fresh, clean pair from her station countertop. As she placed the neck strip and cape, perhaps a bit too tightly if the grimace he tossed her was an indication, but too bad, he deserved a lot more.

  Quickly she fell into the routine of dampening his hair and cutting and snipping. She was grateful he kept quiet so she could concentrate on the job at hand, although focusing on his haircut was quite difficult with him continuing to watch her every move in the mirror.

  “Have you been to the Key Club lately?”

  His unexpected question had her almost cutting her finger off as she lost momentary control of her scissors. She almost dropped them and a quick catch had her back to cutting his hair, although now her fingers were trembling visibly.

  Damn!

  “Sure, go there all the time,” she said truthfully.

  The last thing she was going to admit to him that she’d tried many times to go back on Spank-Me nights without the two of them but she had always chickened out at the last minute. Instead she accompanied her friends there. But she hadn’t gotten involved with the guys at the Club opting to go out with safe and boring guys whom she met through those friends or here at the salon.

  “Great, then we’ll see you there this weekend for the Spank-Me Ménage night?”

  Was that hope she heard in his voice? Or was that just wishful thinking on her part?

  She nodded numbly.

  Oh my gosh! Had she just said she was going? Not good. So not good. She didn’t want them there. Didn’t want to watch them go off with some other woman.

  She said nothing more. If she did speak, she knew her voice would betray her nervousness and he would tell she was lying about the Club, unless he already knew she was fibbing in the way she couldn’t meet his gaze.

  The rest of the haircut proceeded with verbal silence but the body language from Eric was intense in the scorching way he continued to watch her. She knew because she snuck quick peeks into the mirror. By the time she finished, she was a jumble of wild want for a sizzling spanking, an incredible need for double penetration and irritated at herself for daring to feel these unwanted emotions.

  She couldn’t get the cape off him quick enough.

  As they paid her, neither men said anything and when they handed her an incredibly generous tip, she almost told them where to stuff it. But professionalism reigned her in and she said thank you. After they left, she quickly locked the door, hurried into her office and slumped wearily into her chair. Lifting her hand, she finally fanned her hot face.

  Sweet mercy! How was she going to recuperate from this lusty heat infusing her? Damn them for coming back to town! Damn them for reigniting her sensual side!

  *

  “She hasn’t been back to a Spank-Me Ménage Night at all since we left,” Eric stated as they hopped into his truck where he’d parked it just outside the salon.

  “What makes you say that?” Steve asked.

  Eric snapped on his seat belt and then winked at his best friend who gazed at him with curiosity and anticipation. He couldn’t stop the hope from pummelling him too. Maybe they could get her back into their bed.

  “She couldn’t look me in the eye when I asked her if she’d been there lately.”

  Steve shook his head, not buying his answer.

  “Maybe she was just being shy. That’s what attracted us to her in the first place, remember? She couldn’t make eye contact with us and it unleashed your predatory side and brought out my protective instincts.”

  Steve was right, of course. Her lack of eye contact in the past had turned him on. He’d wanted to dominate her, fuck her into submission and make her belong to him. He’d done a pretty good job of it too, until that lucrative job offer at the oil rig had tempted them away.

  When they’d told her they would be leaving, her reaction had been cold and distant. It was as if she hadn’t given two shits. Back then they had planned on asking her to come along with them and they would get her a place so they could see her during their time off the rig, but her don’t-give-a-damn attitude had wilted their enthusiasm. Today’s frosty reception just reinforced his idea that maybe she’d just been using them for her spank fetish. But something deep down inside him continued to hope he was wrong about Sophie.

  He knew she’d had a rough childhood and she’d been shifted from foster home to foster home until Stacey had taken her as her foster child. He’d had a similar upbringing, being raised by uncaring relatives, and he thought he’d found a kindred spirit in her. He’d believed Sophie’s aloofness when it came to a close relationship was due to a lack of confidence. In the bedroom though, she’d been anything but shy, especially when they spanked her.

  He ached to bend her over his knee and give her curvy ass cheeks a bunch of blushing smacks. In the past he’d enjoyed watching her butt redden and had loved her erotic moans and sweet gasps as he slapped her tender flesh. While he and Steve had been away they’d shared a couple of women, but they hadn’t held a candle to Sophie. She was the woman for them.

  Regret pummelled him and he frowned. The old saying was true. They hadn’t known what they’d had in Sophie until they didn’t have her anymore. He aimed to make it right with her. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late.

  Chapter Two

  “Oh my gosh, what have you done?” Sophie asked the image of herself staring back at her from her full-length bedroom mirror.

  The dress she’d purchased earlier today at Jewel’s Toy Shoppe smoothed over every one of her curves and it had turned her into a sensual stranger. At least from the neck down.

  She had no idea she could look so…sexy. The built-in push up bra made her breasts look incredibly large. The way the dress was designed at the sides made her her waist appear much smaller. As she turned to gaze at her backside she gasped at how perfect her ass cheeks looked cradled by the material.

  Something like this would have Steve and Eric taking notice if she went to that Spank-Me Ménage event.

  Sophie shook her head.

  No! She didn’t want to go back to having her heart broken again. Yes, she could have told Eric and Steve her true feelings about them, but she hadn’t been able to. The words just got stuck inside of her. She wasn’t a demonstrative person, at least not verbally and not when it came to intimate relationships. She just couldn’t say out loud the words I love you both. Please stay with me forever.

  She knew her lack of verbal skills had everything to do with how she’d been raised. Sure, she’d had a couple of great foster homes, but they had been far and few between and short-lived. She’d also been with neglectful foster parents and those were the ones that had left the biggest, negative impact on her emotions and psyche. Some of the people she’d been placed with had only been in it for the money and they didn’t care about her. In those places she’d been instructed to keep her mouth shut.

  So, she’d learned to keep quiet and keep her emotions bottled. H
er lack of not speaking up for what she wanted had cost her Eric and Steve. So why was she so mad at them for leaving? Because they should have known instinctively she wanted them, that’s why. She knew it wasn’t the right way to think, but over the years she’d made it their fault, not hers that she’d let them go without protest. It had been easier to deal with that way.

  Stacey had been trying to drill it into her for years to fight for what she wanted. Her words hadn’t fully taken effect until after the guys had left and Stacey had died shortly after. Then Sophie had been forced to once again fend for herself. A bubble of tears blurred her vision and a burst of anger made her swipe the irritating waterworks from her eyes.

  No, she wasn’t going to start feeling sorry for herself or cry over them being back. She wasn’t going to think about what she had lost with them. She didn’t need them. She didn’t need anyone. She was perfectly fine all by herself. She had some good friends, her home, her business and money in the bank for security and that was all she needed.

  Except love. You need love. A teasing voice whispered from a vulnerable spot deep in her mind.

  “Oh shut up!” she snapped as she stared at herself. More tears streamed over her cheeks.

  Who would love you anyway? That same voice asked.

  She shook her head, chasing those negative thoughts away. She had to stop thinking such nonsense. She was still young at twenty-three. She still had time to find love. One day she would find the perfect man.

  At one point she had even considered Eric and Steve as her perfect men. But they hadn’t been trustworthy. She needed someone she could trust. Someone who would never leave her and then she would have her own family.

  Relief whispered through her as her dream grabbed hold. Yes, some day she would be surrounded by her own children. She would treat them with respect and she would listen to their every word and offer advice to them. She would be there for them, unlike her young parents, who’d dumped her the first chance after they’d run into trouble with their marriage.

  She didn’t even know where they were

  or if they were still alive. She didn’t want to know. She was better off without them.

  She forced a smile as she stared at herself in the mirror and then brushed the remaining tears away. What she did want was to get a little bit of release from the sexual frustration Eric and Steve had instilled in her. And she knew exactly how to get it.

  *

  Sophie lay face down upon a padded bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around handgrips as the electronically controlled paddle slapped her ass and created the magnificent hot blush she craved. She moaned softly as the dual vibrator with clit stimulator stroked in and out of her pussy and ass at a rapid speed creating sparks of arousal that tingled along her nerve endings. Her body tightened as pleasure grabbed hold.

  Oh, yes, this is what she wanted to help her deal with her sadness and stress at seeing Eric and Steve.

  About a year ago she’d ordered the fucking machine through an adult toy website she’d discovered on the Internet. The paddle and life-like dual vibrator were two of several toys she could attach to the mechanical arms which were controlled via the machine’s computer. Other toys included different sizes of dildos, pulsators, and canes. The attachments were removable allowing them to be cleaned after each use.

  The fucking machine had served her when she’d felt the need to be spanked and double-penetrated, but now that her ex-hunks were back in town her imagination was going wild as she fantasized someone was smacking her ass while Steve and Eric fucked her.

  Excitement and frustration whirled together as her body tensed even more. But try as she might, she just couldn’t get the pleasure she craved.

  Desperation had her reaching out and turning the nearby control knobs on the equipment panel. The paddle slapped harder and the vibrators stroked with increasing speed. Perspiration swept over her as she struggled toward release.

  Her hands tightened on the grips and she moaned as tremors vibrated along her inner thighs. Her vagina clenched around the vibe and her ass spasmed as pleasure snowballed through her. She bucked and gyrated beneath the explosion of sensations. When the vibrations ebbed, Sophie sighed heavily.

  She wanted more. Needed more. She thought she’d exorcised Eric and Steve from her mind and from her body. But she was wrong. They still haunted her memories…and her dreams.

  *

  “Hey, pretty spank-baby, did you miss us?” Eric’s lust-drenched voice sifted through the many layers of Sophie’s sleep, prodding her awake. She lay on her side, her hands tucked beneath her cheek. When she opened her eyes she detected movement at the foot of her bed. She rolled onto her back and in the semi-darkness of the gray predawn she spied Eric and Steve standing there.

  Disbelief rocked her. Somehow they had gotten into her house and now stood naked in her bedroom.

  Their cocks were long and engorged with arousal. They stroked their massive lengths and stared at her with vulnerable expressions of lust and pleasure and the slyest smiles on their lips. Her body ached for them to climb into bed with her.

  She trembled as Eric grabbed the edge of her sheet and blanket and with one quick tug he yanked them off her. She preferred to sleep in the nude and their smiles widened as they gazed upon her nakedness.

  “Very nice,” Steve whispered. “Now, open your legs wide so we can get a really good look at what we’ve been missing.”

  This had to be a dream because she had no compulsion to resist his request. Her pussy muscles clenched and she creamed warmly as she spread her legs very wide for them.

  “Beautiful,” Eric said as both men focused their attention intently between her open thighs.

  She whimpered as the mattress shifted and Steve crawled onto the bed to settle his upper torso between her legs.

  “I’m in the mood for a feast, Spanky, but first…Eric, get a pillow under her ass.”

  Her breath quickened as Eric came up to her left side. His expression was dark and tight as he grabbed a cushion. She raised her hips and he placed the pillow beneath her butt, then he remained standing there, watching and began to stroke his engorged shaft again.

  Wow, his cock was big. So thick. She could easily see elevated veins as they intertwined along the entire length of his shaft.

  When Steve produced an item that looked like a miniature fly swatter, a torrent of shivers swallowed her. She’d seen similar items displayed at Jewel’s Toy Shoppe down the road from her salon. The swatter was an adult spank toy.

  Damn him. He knew her weakness for wanting to be spanked on her intimate body parts.

  His eyes twinkled with lust as he brought the swatter down between her thighs. As the item smacked her flesh, erotic sensations swirled through her. She twisted and clenched her fists as he smacked her pussy over and over. Her clit swelled and her labia plumped with arousal.

  The slaps of the swatter had her gyrating in a wonderful dance. She keened and cried out at the succulent burn of pain that spun into bursts of pleasure.

  Quickly she became wrapped in a blazing hunger to be impaled by both men. Steve stopped swatting her and she jerked as his calloused hands slid up her inner thighs toward her fiery, freshly spanked flesh.

  She whimpered as the bed moved and Eric stretched out beside her. The muscles in his chest flexed as he cupped her right breast. He massaged a finger over her nipple, plumping it and igniting tender nerve endings. Then he moved closer, raising his upper half over her.

  His head lowered. She closed her eyes and quivered with longing as his lips covered hers in a fierce, hot kiss that send sparks shooting right into her very core.

  She reached out and sought Eric’s cock. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his hot, swollen flesh and began to knead gently. She kissed him deeper and harder wanting to lose herself in the thick muscles pressed in against her.

  Between her thighs, fingers softly parted her plump labia folds and hot blasts of breath blew against her clit creating shivers of ple
asure that made her gasp into Eric’s mouth. Her thighs tightened around Steve’s head and she keened as his tongue dipped into her vagina. He withdrew, and swirled teasingly around and over her clit. She creamed.

  Sweet torture.

  Steve thrust a couple of fingers into her vagina and her inner muscles eagerly clenched around the intrusion. He began a fast pump. At the same time his tongue swirled and massaged and teased her clit.

  She squeezed her legs tighter. Her inner thighs quivered. Her body tightened and flooded with arousal.

  Eric kissed her harder, his mouth fusing with hers. He pinched her nipple, the erotic pain made her gasp and set the fuse she needed to explode. Her control shattered and a whiplash of pleasure burst over her.

  She came apart. Waves of ecstasy pummelled her, embraced her and swept her away.

  Oh yes, this is the wicked way she remembered it. Deeply intense. Wild and wonderful.

  Her cries shattered the silence and tore Sophie straight out of her sex-dream.

  Perspiration blistered across her forehead and dripped down her back. The intimate area between her thighs was wet from her arousal. Her heart hammered crazily in her ears and sexual need assailed her relentlessly.

  Frustration rocked her.

  A dream. Oh damn! Just a dream.

  *

  Sophie winced as pain throbbed through the thin slice at the top of her index finger. This was the second time she’d cut her finger today and she wasn’t even through the morning yet. She cursed softly as she stared at the bright red droplets spattering from the tip of her finger and dropping into the sink. The blood mingled with the water gushing from the tap, then swirled down the drain.