Cole’s eyes went hard. “Not another disparaging word. You’re beautiful, Jessa. I won’t let anyone insult you, even yourself.”

He was using that voice on her, the one that went to a deep, dark place when he took control. It was rich and oozed authority. Burke’s rich tone was pure seduction, but when Cole started telling her what to do in that dark honeyed growl of his, she couldn’t resist him.

“Put your hands over your head. It’s been a long time, and I want to inspect you. I want to learn your body all over again.”

Jessa winced. She just wanted to have sex, but he was going to drag this out, make it a lavish, prolonged affair. A glance into his resolute face told her that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She’d pushed, and now she had to take what he gave her. Oh, he would listen to her, but then he’d do exactly what he pleased. If she was going to get what she wanted, she’d have to play by Cole’s rules. It rankled, but she also found an odd sense of security in it. He wouldn’t let her fall, not in bed. He would take care of her. Burke would, too. They talked a good game, but it was still possible they’d walk away the instant Delgado no longer threatened her. But they would be utterly here with her now.

It was the only place she could trust them.

She let her hands drift up, threading her fingers together.

“Very good, baby. Now spread your legs. We want to see our pussy again.”

She wanted to argue about the “our” part, but it was true. In the year since they had left, she hadn’t even thought about another man. She’d met many attractive men, but not a one made her feel the way these two did. None had been as commanding as Cole or as smoothly seductive as Burke. Not one of those men had haunted her dreams or held a candle to their memories.

Her heart raced as she let her knees fall to the sides, and her legs opened to them, the cool air of the room sliding over her. She felt her nipples peak even tighter. Her skin came alive under their watchful gazes.

“Wider,” Cole barked.

She stretched her legs out, putting her pussy on full display.

Burke breathed in, filling his lungs. “She smells delicious. Jesus…”

His voice wobbled, and he licked his lips. Jessa’s pussy pulsed at the thought of his talented tongue on her, lashing her with pleasure until she couldn’t see straight. Burke could feast on her for what felt like forever.

“Not yet, brother. She has to work her way up to that. That’s too good a treat for a sub who’s spent the last hour baiting her Masters.” Cole held out his hand, and Burke placed something in it. It looked metallic and attached to a chain. “She manipulated us to get what she wanted without having to admit her desires, without having to promise or work anything out.”

“Cole, don’t push her,” Burke practically begged.

“Oh, but she wants me to push her.” Cole’s smile turned slightly feral. “Tie her hands.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his purred threat. God, she’d missed this side of Cole. When he used that smile on her, she was never sure if he was genuinely amused or just getting ready to do something really nasty that would get his cock hard and drive her wild.

Burke reached into Cole’s brown leather bag and came back out with a length of thin rope. As he wound it around her wrists, binding them together over her head, she felt something in her relax. She sighed, having missed the feeling of truly giving over to these men, of not being alone. Even if it was just for a little while, she needed this fantasy. She wanted to linger because all too soon they would likely be gone again.

While Burke bound her hands together, Cole stripped. Jessa watched as that enormous, hard body was revealed inch by inch. She remembered what it felt like to run her hands across his smooth skin, to feel each hard, bulging muscle and know it was hers. Cole’s hands went to the fly of his jeans, and he efficiently did away with them, tossing them over the chair. His cock stood out from his body, thick and long. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

And then she saw that she wasn’t the only one who had obtained a few scars in their time apart.

A nasty circular scar puckered up from the skin of his abdomen, just over his hip bone.

“What happened?” It looked angry, as though it wasn’t finished doing its damage yet.

Cole touched it, his eyes going down as though he had to remind himself it was there. “Took a round outside of Medellin. It was no big deal. It was a through and through. Burke just stitched me up until we could see a doctor.”

Burke hopped off the bed, seemingly happy with his knot now securing her. He pulled at his T-shirt, tossing it away. “We were lucky that time. We couldn’t find a regular doctor for Cole, just a vet. There was my big, bad brother and twelve overindulged pussy cats.”

“It’s not funny. He could have died.” Jessa’s voice shook.

Cole could have died. He could have lost his life, and no one would have told her. She would have gone on, never knowing that he was gone.

“No, Jessa. This wasn’t fatal. Show her, Burke.”

Burke sighed, dropped his pants, and turned around. Jessa gasped. He had scars across his lower back that hadn’t been there before.

“As we were fleeing with Alea, one of the brothel owner’s brothers caught up with us. Burke took three in the back before I took the fucker down. This isn’t the first time someone’s family has come after us.”

“I lost a good portion of my liver, but apparently it grows back. Lucky me.” Burke turned back around. “Do you know what got me through?”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to hear this. “Don’t tell me.”

Burke sent her a triumphant smile. “Too bad, because now that you’re tied up, you’re not going anywhere. As I lost consciousness, I thought about you. As I woke up, I thought about you. As I recovered, I thought about you.”

“You did a lot of thinking, but not a lot of picking up the phone and calling.”

Burke’s eyes rolled. “Clamp her. Maybe it will make her more pleasant.”

Cole let the metal object in his hand drop, holding on to a thin, silver chain that connected them. “These are clover clamps. They’re for your nipples. Burke, I need those nipples hard and ready.”

Burke climbed on the bed and brushed his fingers over her nipples, softly at first, then gripped them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed, making her whole body pulse with anticipation. “Like this, brother?”

Cole’s eyes never left her breasts. “Perfect.”

He climbed on the bed, in between her legs, making the bed dip. Burke stayed at her side, holding her nipples for Cole.

“I think you’re going to like these, baby. I know I will. The clamps go on comfortably. They’ll grip your nipples and make them exquisitely sensitive, but they get tighter with every yank of the chain.

Moisture flooded her folds. She could feel herself getting wet, growing restless. Burke leaned over, his mouth hovering over one breast. A low growl of appreciation came out of his throat just before he set his mouth over the already impossibly tight nipple, twisting the other with his fingers. The suction jolted straight to her pussy, lighting her up and making her writhe.

“Yeah, baby, every time you do that, these clamps will tighten.” Cole moved in the instant Burke lifted his head. Cole eased the silver clamp on to her nipple, ruthlessly placing it at the base, the bud plumping and reddening.

Burke put his mouth against her ear. “I know you feel that, sweetheart.”

His whisper ran like wildfire across her skin. She felt the pressure on her nipple, but that was just the start. As she wriggled and writhed, the pressure began to build all over, like a bottle of champagne just waiting to be uncorked. So long. She’d needed this for so long. She needed this and so much more.

Burke leaned over her body, capturing the opposite nipple between his teeth and tugging, preparing it for the bite of the clamp. He pulled on the nub, abrading it with his teeth, prodding it with his tongue. With a little groan, Burke lifted his head. Cole slipped the clamp on. She whimpered, the pressure brushed the edge of pain, but she felt. She finally felt, and her men had given her this gift.

Cole sat back on his heels, his cock jutting out, but he seemed utterly in control. His dark brooding had transformed into sexual need. Jessa was shocked at just how much that excited her. She hadn’t admitted how much seeing him shut down hurt her. Burke had been willing to fight, but she needed Cole, as well. And they seemed to need her, too.

“I can see her arousal from here. She’s ridiculously wet,” Cole said, his voice a deep groan as he palmed his cock.

Burke let his hand slide down her body, causing her to quiver. His fingers slipped over her clitoris. “Oh, she’s a dirty girl. She likes her nipples pinched, clamped, and tortured.”

“Those clamps look perfect on her, like jewels.” Cole flicked at one.

Jessa shuddered, the sensation flaring. Her nipples were engorged with blood. Cole pulled lightly on the chain that draped across the valley of her breasts. Jessa moaned as the clamp bit into her flesh with ruthless pressure. She looked down and saw that her nipples were turning a deep red. The silver clamps were pretty against her flesh. She whimpered.

“That’s right, baby,” Cole said, nudging the chain again. “That sound goes straight to my cock.”

“Mine, too,” Burke chimed in, his fingers playing around her pussy. “I think our little Jessa wants the merciless Doms to hurt her a bit, take what we want from her.”

“And we will,” Cole promised. “But not until I have what I want.”

She didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m not going to promise you anything, Cole. If this is some power play to get me to do anything but have a little fun, then you should let me out now.”

His eyes darkened. “I’ll settle for you begging for some cock today, Jessa. But don’t think for an instant that I won’t get what I want. You and me and Burke forever. You can fool yourself, but I won’t let you go. You had your chance.”

She shook her head. “I just want the sex, Cole.”

“Then you’ll beg for it.” He held out a hand. “I need the last clamp, Burke.”

Burke’s head came up. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

Jessa felt her eyes go wide. She shivered. She was very aware of how vulnerable she was. They could do whatever they wanted. “I don’t have any more nipples, Cole.”

Cole stared down at her pussy, his fingers taking the place of Burke’s. She whimpered as he teased her. She gasped when he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. “You have this. This belongs to us, the same way those nipples do. We want to decorate our prize. Give me the clamp.”

Burke passed the little silver bauble to his brother, and Cole settled on his belly between her legs. This clamp also had a chain that Burke clipped to the chain on her nipples.

Cole pulled the petals of her labia apart, exposing her clitoris. He pulled the hood back. Jessa felt all of the blood in her body rush to that one tiny spot. Cole took a deep breath.

“You smell so good to me.” He leaned down and touched her clit with his tongue. The chain that tied the clamps together was still in his hand, and it jerked when she moved, the pressure tightening ruthlessly on her nipples. The pain bit into her, heightening the pleasure of his tongue.

She squirmed as he slid the clamp over her sensitized clit. She needed him—touching her, inside of her. Both of them. This was what he’d meant. He meant to make her beg, and she was already on the verge. Her clit was throbbing, and when he leaned back down and swiped at it with his tongue, Jessa nearly came off the bed. Burke held her down, his hands molding to her curves.

“No, you stay still. You let him make you come.”

He would do it. Oh, this wasn’t what she’d planned. She wanted him inside her, but he was going to do it his way. He was going to utterly undo her—on his terms.

Cole lashed at her clit, the pleasure stunning her into obedience. She wanted to tangle her hands in his hair. To force him to make her come. It was right there, just beyond her reach, but he kept his touch light and teasing, torturing her clit. She wanted to fight, to make him do what she needed, but he had her tied up and held down. She was spread for his pleasure, and all she could do was lay there, taking lash after lash of his tongue on her distended clit. Every press made her more sensitive. And the whole time Burke played with her nipples, making them flare with arousal, with need. She tried to wiggle away. It was overwhelming. Her heart felt like it would pound out of her chest. It was right there on the tip of her tongue to beg, exactly as he wanted.

Instead, she wiggled to make him stop. Cole slapped at her thigh and growled.

“No, fighting me. You can say your safe word or you can obey.” His mouth came back. Little licks, long swipes all meant to keep her on the edge.