STORY EXCERPT

“Dildos on the top shelf? Check. Floggers to the right? Check again,” Tanya Goodman mumbled to herself as she made space on the second to the bottom shelf for more items. “And lubes and jellies here.” She stepped back to study her handiwork and smiled at the arrangement.

As owner of Tanya’s Sex Shop, she wanted her place to be friendly, sexy, and classy all at the same time. When she’d graduated from college four years ago, her mom had just died and left her a little money. It was always her mother’s dream to run her own business, so that was when Tanya decided to open this store, kind of in her honor. Sure, Mom always wanted to own a bookstore and would have had another heart attack if she knew her only daughter sold whips, dildos, and vibrators, but hey, an entrepreneur was an entrepreneur.

At least the good people of Delight, North Carolina had welcomed her store, in part she believed, because many claimed there was a certain mystery about her. That worked for her.

She rubbed her hands down her pants and groaned at the growing ripples around her hips.

“Some mystery.” If they saw what was under this too-tight corset, they’d see it was just plain old fat. “No mystery there, friends.”

Thinking of mysteries, she remembered last night’s party. Sasha MacLeash, her good friend, had looked so happy when Trace and Danny Sanders asked her to marry them. That was right before her friend told her that the amazing Panther Cove security men, Casius and Hercules Drake, had the hots for Tanya. That was a joke. They were close to seven feet tall, just a wee bit taller than her five-foot-three-inch height, and were solid muscle. No fat on those boys. Hell, when she’d wandered over to get a look at the eye candy, they’d turned their backs to her. That rejection still hurt.

Tanya checked the clock and realized she’d probably been standing there for over ten minutes daydreaming. Whoops. She should have opened five minutes ago. Outside, the snow was blowing pretty hard, and the windows had rattled with every gust, so she doubted she’d get many customers today, but she still needed to open up. That was one negative of living in the Blue Ridge Mountains. While Delight was fabulous from March to October, the other months could be challenging.

She flipped the sign from Closed to Open and traipsed over to the chairs near the front window and sat down for a moment, glad for the respite after stocking the shelves for close to two hours. Frequently, husbands would come in and not want to walk around while their wives checked out the undergarments. Hence this little alcove, which had been invaluable for sales.

She straightened the magazines on the coffee table then picked up one magazine that contained the newest in sexy lingerie and leafed through the pages. She sighed knowing she’d never fit in any of these delicate items. If she tried, even she wouldn’t have been able to stand looking in the mirror. She’d found a plus-size magazine once and thought she’d finally found clothes that would look good on her, but even those models were only mildly overweight.

The bell rang above the door, and two girls, who looked no more than eighteen, bustled in. Tanya jumped up to greet them. There must have been some important upcoming event for them to come out in this weather. They wore fur-lined jackets with hoods, tight leggings, and cute UGG boots, looking totally adorable.

Tanya stepped into the aisle. “Hi, ladies. How can I help you?” She hadn’t seen them in her store before.

The girl with the perfect nose, full lips, and carefully lined eyes gave her the once-over and arched a brow. “You carry anything in size zero?”

In Delight, there were maybe five women, all teenagers, who were that size. It wasn’t cost effective to carry something that tiny. Even though the girl’s jacket covered most of her, Tanya ran her gaze up and down. “I’m afraid not.”

“Why? Doesn’t the owner expect thin people to come into the store? Or does she think only fat people need help looking sexy?”

“I might have a bra in a size zero.” Okay, that was horrible, but right now she wasn’t in the mood to take shit off this pipsqueak. What gave her to right to judge someone?

The expected sneer appeared. “What’s your problem, lady? I can’t believe the owner even hired someone like you.”

The other girl, who was taller and a little heavier, tugged on her girlfriend’s arm. “Come on, Brittany. Let’s go.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Herc, she is so perfect.”

The soft slap of the leather right below Tanya’s ass cheeks jacked up her hormones. “Yes. That’s good.”

Casius sat on the sofa and rubbed her inner thigh. His fingers inched upward as Hercules came down on her ass again with the crop. This time he brought the crop down with more force and a little higher, but it wasn’t enough to cause her to flinch.

When Casius’s finger found its mark, she squeezed him tight. He wiggled his finger, and her juices flowed.

“I think she wants you to do it again.”

“Not yet.”

“Well, our slave needs to know that we will always take good care of her.”

The next strike did make her clench her ass. Whoops. That might cause him to spank her. The crop dropped on the coffee table.

“You know what happens when you tighten your ass. Casius won’t be able to get in.”

She knew that wasn’t true, since he’d already widened her ass before. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Her ass was already a little tender when Hercules’s hand landed on her rear. The sting made her shut her eyes, but the immediate shot of excitement went straight to her pussy. Because she wanted another slap, she squeezed her cheeks together once more. The next blow would have shot her forward had Casius not stopped her shoulders with his hand.

Hercules ran his tongue across her rear, and the comforting action slowed her pulse. “I think she’s so perfect. Hold that pose, sugar.”

She twisted behind her. “You’re going to take a photo of my ass?”

Casius removed his fingers from her pussy, and her gaze shot straight to him.

“Did we say you could question us, slave?”

Why did she keep forgetting? “No, Masters.”

“From now on, we will take whatever pictures we want.” He got off the sofa and retrieved his own camera.

For the next few minutes, they clicked away.

“Let’s put her on the sofa and spread her out.” That was Casius speaking to Hercules.

Dear Lord. These shots couldn’t look attractive. Casius made sure her head was supported and then placed her feet on the sofa.

“Keep those knees open wide.” He looked at Hercules. “Doesn’t she have the sweetest pussy?”

“She sure does.” They got in close and clicked away.

Enough was enough. She closed her legs. “If someone doesn’t give me some cock, I’m not posing. Masters.”

She debated leaving off the last word, but they’d had their fun. They put down their cameras and came at her, looking way too serious.

“Your outburst is unacceptable.”

Casius stepped out of his boots and ripped down his pants. He shucked his jeans but kept on his shirt. He stepped over to her, pulled her legs off to the side, and lifted them over his head. She was now balanced on her shoulders, but his beautiful cock was only inches from her slit.

He clasped onto her waist, and she tightened her hold on his wrist to keep from slipping. Hercules stood behind Casius. The damned fool had picked up a camera. When she gave him her best imitation of the evil eye, he moved out of her field of vision.

“We decide, babe, when you get a cock. If I didn’t need you so much, I might not be doing this, but it’s your lucky day.”

Thank you, God.

Casius leaned forward and breached her opening. She tugged on his wrists to get herself closer, but all he did was smile.

“You want more?”

That was a stupid question. “Yes, please, Master.”

He glanced at Hercules then back at her. “Are you begging me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I’m begging you to fuck me, Master.”