Noah was not only the town loser—he and Kari despised each other. But now that he’s turned his life around, can he and Kari put the past behind them? Adison took Kari’s virginity in high school, only to later enter a short-lived marriage with a woman he barely knew. How can she ever forgive him for that, let alone become his sub?
Both men want her, and they soon realize they’ll have to share her, because she won’t choose between them. But Kari has a secret she left behind in the Big Apple, or so she thinks…
Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape.
If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.
For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.
Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.
Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can.
So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.
“Are these crotchless?” asked Noah.
“No, sir.” Her voice came out breathy and soft.
“Well then, they need to come off.”
“Oh…” Kari let out a sigh as Noah slipped them down her thighs. He lifted one boot then the other to remove them, and then he wrapped something around her other boot.
“You have a spreader on your ankles, Kari. I’m going to anchor it to the bed behind you as well, so there’s no chance you’ll fall forward.”
“Thank you, sir,”
She could almost feel both Noah and Adison stepping back to admire their handiwork. The lust coming off them was palpable. Kari’s breathing had become quick and shallow. Her heart raced. She was their prisoner, and she couldn’t see anything they were doing.
The first touch on her arm was feathery. She made a soft sound then relaxed her muscles. It was only a tickler.
“Just breathe.” Adison’s soft voice was close to her left ear, and she felt his body heat, warming her. “We’re going to take this slow.”
The tickler brushed her arms, slowly up one then down the other, before moving over the front of her corset.
“Does she still have those gorgeous, full breasts?”
“Oh yeah,” said Noah.
Kari’s mind reeled. Adison knew she’d had sex with Noah. How? They must have talked while she was in the bathroom, or earlier this week. The fact that both men knew and were still here, and had agreed to do this, was huge. She started to tremble again. Were all her erotic fantasies about these two really going to come true tonight? It was all she could do not to moan.
The tickler moved down her exposed upper thighs several times. She listened to their breathing, louder now, as someone lifted her skirt. Soft, feathery touches caressed her pussy, and this time Kari couldn’t help but moan.
“Fucking beautiful,” whispered Adison.
“Yes, she is.” Noah’s voice was low and sexy. The admiration in it was tangible.
The tickler was moved over the front of her corset again, her face, the blindfold, and then back down both arms. Kari heard movement, and then something with strips of thin leather or latex was brushed down her left arm. A flogger. She moaned louder.
“Guess she knows what this is,” said Noah, his voice full of humor.
The flogger lightly slapped her forearm, sending tiny waves of pleasure straight to her clit. Someone tapped her other arm with a thick piece of leather, and Kari cried out softly in surprise. The flogger and paddle—she assumed it was a paddle—each tapped an arm several times then moved to her breasts.
Even through the corset the effect wasn’t lost on Kari. She whimpered as her arousal built. The paddle was rubbed across both nipples while the flogger gently slapped its way down her upper thighs and back again.
“Please…” she whispered.
Noah’s hot breath was next to her right ear, and his voice was soft but commanding. “What did I tell you about begging, Kari?”
She groaned as someone lifted her skirt.
“Her legs need to be opened a bit more.” It was Adison’s voice, raspy and low. The spreader on her boots was adjusted after Adison told her to move her feet apart wide, and then someone smacked her pussy with the flogger.
It stung, and Kari yelped, but after the first few strikes the stinging became so pleasurable she began to cry out softly while shaking her head back and forth. When the flogging stopped and the other man tapped her pussy with the paddle, Kari’s cries turned into incomprehensible whispers. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. Her orgasm was very close. Did they know that?
They started alternating between taps on her pussy and nipples with each toy, until Kari was sure she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. When one of them began to unlace the corset, she begged again.
Noah chuckled, but neither one said a word. She felt two sets of fingers undoing the laces up the front of her corset until her breasts were freed.
“Oh…” That was Adison’s voice. “You weren’t kidding. She’s still fucking beautiful.”
Strong hands gripped her breasts, kneading them, but let go quickly, and Kari yelped when the paddle struck her bare nipples. The flogger stung worse, but both toys, one on each nipple at the same time, sent her over the edge.
Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they alternated between teasing her nipples and pussy with each toy. This was more arousing and erotic than any dream she could have conjured up. By the time they stopped, she was ready to let them both do anything they wanted.
“Are you all right, Kari?” Noah caressed her cheek with one finger.
“Yes. Thank you.” She could barely speak, let alone form an answer.
“You let us know if you need a break, okay?”
“I will, Noah. Thank you. Thank you—both of you—for this.”
“No, thank you, Kari.” Adison said gently. “You’re the one letting us play with you this way.”
“Anything,” she whispered. “I’ll let you both do anything you want to.”
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