Danni sat down in an armchair and glanced at them to ensure she had their attention. They both sat on the couch facing her.

“What is it?” Blake asked.

“Where do you see this going between us?”

“The three of us? That depends on what you want,” Blake said.

“So you’re throwing it back at me.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to guess. When we were at dinner, Marcus asked the two of you outright if we were involved and you said no. I assume that means I’m just a casual fling.”

“He asked if one of us was seeing you,” Blake corrected. “And the answer to that is no. We’re both seeing you.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to tell him that because I didn’t want to embarrass you. I saw how you were looking at Evan when Marcus asked the question. You looked nervous, so I guessed you didn’t want anyone to know that the three of us are an item.”

She hesitated as that sank in. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Whatever this is between us,” Blake said, “it’s more than a fling. I don’t think we need to define it—it’s only been a couple of days—but I don’t want it to end yet.”

“You don’t?” She glanced at Evan and he nodded in agreement. Her heart raced. “I don’t want it to end, either.”

But she realized that what she wanted from the relationship was probably more than what they wanted. What she wanted wasn’t really viable. Being with two men. Falling in love with two men.

Evan laughed and stood up, then pulled her to her feet. “Whatever we’ve got going on is amazing and wildly sexy, so let’s not waste any more time talking about it. Let’s get on with enjoying it.”

“No,” Blake said firmly.

Both Evan’s and Danni’s heads jerked toward him in shock.

Oh, God. It didn’t matter that he’d just said he didn’t want this to end. Her stomach furled into knots, in fear that he had just decided that she wasn’t worth the trouble after all.

He stood up, his face stern, and walked toward her.

Was he going to tell her to leave?

“The fact is,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice that washed over her senses like warm velvet, “you flirted shamelessly tonight, which was very disrespectful to Evan and me.”

She shivered, confused by his demeanor.

“That’s true,” Evan said, but a smile curled his lips.

Blake held out his hand to her. Although his face was still stern, his eyes held a glimmer of a smile.

“Now, young lady, I think we should punish you.” The last four words were spoken in a deep, husky tone.

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to spark at the same time as excitement flared within her.

She rested her hand in his and he drew her to her feet.

“What kind of punishment?” she asked nervously.

Blake chuckled. “That’s not for you to question.”

Then he jerked her tightly to his body and stared down at her. His midnight gaze—deep and penetrating—locked on hers.

Then he kissed her. Hard.

She was sure he could feel her trembling in his arms.

Then he released her and twirled her around. Suddenly, she was leaning over the back of the couch, her ass in the air. His hand smacked across her denim-clad buttocks and she gasped.

“That’s just a taste of your punishment, young lady,” Blake said. He coiled his hand in her hair, as Evan liked to do, and pulled her to a standing position. He tugged her head back until it was resting against his shoulder. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, say so now, because I intend to thoroughly discipline you.”

“I . . . uh . . .” She bit her lip. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir.”

Evan laughed heartily.

“Good.” Blake’s eyes gleamed as he turned her to face him and released her hair.

His gaze dragged over her body, from top to toe, then back again, blazing a trail of heat through her. He tucked his finger under the pearls at her neck. The feel of it against her throat, between her skin and the smooth pearls, made her heart thump.

“Take off everything,” he commanded, then tugged on the necklace, pulling her face a little closer to him. “Except this.”

His gaze held her mesmerized, locked in a confusing, sensual web of anxiety and desire. He seemed so aloof and commanding, but at the same time, she could see the gleam of excitement in his dark blue eyes.

“Do you understand, young lady?”

Quivers danced through her. “Yes, sir.”

He released his hold on her necklace and watched her expectantly. She glanced to Evan, who just smiled, his hands pushed into his pockets.

She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, then dropped it on the back of the couch. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. Her skin pebbled as they watched her, tingles dancing along her arms and legs. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders.

They’d seen her naked before, but it felt strange just stripping off her clothes while they stood watching her. She drew in a breath and dropped the lacy garment forward, exposing her breasts. Evan’s mouth curled up in a smile as his eyes glowed appreciatively.

Blake’s expression was unreadable. He had stepped into a role of authority, keeping his expression distant and stern.

Which was wildly sexy.

She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down in one swift motion, then kicked them away.

Now she stood totally naked in front of them. Her skin tingled under their scrutiny.

“Good girl.” Blake held out his hand and she rested hers on it. He grasped it snugly and led her to the bedroom.

“Lean over the back of the chair,” he said, indicating the armchair by the fireplace.

She shivered as she walked to it, then leaned forward, resting her stomach on the plush surface and grasping the armrests for support.

“Spread your legs,” Blake instructed.

She moved her feet apart, opening her thighs.

“More.” His tone was cool and commanding.

She glanced to Evan, who stood to one side of the chair, and the smile curling his lips reassured her. She spread her legs wider, very conscious of exposing her most intimate parts to Blake.

“Evan, come here and look at this.”

Evan walked behind her and she could feel both their gazes burning over her exposed flesh.

“Goddamn, what a pretty sight. Too bad we have to punish her,” Evan said, “because I would love to fuck that wet pussy right now.”

“Yes. Unfortunate,” Blake said. “So let’s get on with it.”

She heard a drawer open, then a moment later, something swished across her skin. Soft strips of suede.

“I’ve got a flogger here, young lady, and I’m going to use it on you.” Blake continued moving the soft suede strips over her ass in a rippling motion. “If you want this to stop, just tell me. Or use the word ‘tower.’ That’s your safe word. If you do that, then everything stops. Do you understand?” he asked.

She nodded.

Suddenly, the fabric flicked against her in a stinging blow.

“I didn’t hear you. Do you understand?” he asked with a bite in his deep voice.

“Yes, sir,” she answered quickly.

The strands of the flogger stroked over her lightly again.

“Good.”

Then he flicked it again. Stinging pain flashed across her ass. He stroked gently, then flicked. Her skin burned with the pain.

Then Evan, who now stood near her hip, glided his hand lightly over her burning cheek.

“Such a nice rosy color,” he said. “And warm.”

Blake’s hand cupped her other cheek.

“Yes.” Blake squeezed lightly.

Her stinging flesh tingled under his touch and she found herself arching against him. He chuckled, then flicked the flogger against her again, this time in a smarting blow.

Evan’s hand glided along her spine, soothing her.

Then the flogger whipped across her ass again, making her cry out.

Immediately, Blake’s fingers glided lovingly over her heated skin. First across one side of her round ass, then the other. He changed direction and moved back again, then she gasped as his fingertips danced across her intimate petals.

He glided sideways with the lightest of touches, then over her ass again. But a second later, he found her slick folds again. This time, he stroked the length of her. She could feel the wetness oozing from her, glazing his fingers.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Blake said, the cool authority in his voice eroding.

“Let me feel.” Evan stroked over her, his fingers pressing a little harder than Blake’s had. Up and down.

Then his finger slipped inside and she stifled a moan.

“I’m not sure she’s been punished enough yet,” Evan said.

“Well, this flogger is useful in many ways.”