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her toiletries. She pulled her hair into a knot on top of her head and applied a light coating of cosmetics. After rifling through her wardrobe, she settled on a pair of jeans and a knit shirt that she didn’t usually wear because it hugged too many of her curves.
    A knock on the door pulled her away from the television. She opened it to find not one, but two big hunks outside waiting for her. They barely gave her a chance to get out of the way before they barreled inside. Jackson and Caleb each placed a kiss on opposite corners of her mouth before Caleb spoke.
    “Are you ready, darlin’?”
    “Depends. Are you going to tell me what you’ve got planned?”
    “Nope.” Jackson smiled down at her.
    She flopped back down onto the sofa. “Then I guess I’ll see you two when I go back to work.” She smiled up at them sweetly, even though the sweetness didn’t reach her eyes. She watched them exchange a look between them before they turned to her.
    “Your choice, honey.” Jackson pulled a black piece of material out of his pocket while Caleb pulled a piece of rope out from behind his back. They didn’t waste any time. She was blindfolded and tied up before she could blink. “I’ll carry her,” Jackson informed Caleb. “You lock up.”
    “My bag!”
    “You won’t need it, darlin’. We bought you some clothes that we want to see you in,” Caleb advised her. “Although, I do have to say, that shirt looks a lot better on you than most of the shit you try to hide your body with.”
    “But…”
    “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to gag you,” Jackson threatened her as he toted her down the stairs. “I’ve got a ball gag in the truck just waiting for you to suck on its red ball.”
    “Fuck that, she can suck my red balls anytime.” Caleb laughed at his own joke, as did Jackson. She was too busy trying to figure out what the hell she had done wrong to end up in this predicament. It was a good thing that Ms. Dottie wasn’t there. She’d probably have tried to cop a feel or take her place.
    Jackson gently placed her into the heated truck. They buckled everyone up inside and headed for Kansas City. Dallas, his youngest older brother, had loaned him the apartment above Hell’s Place. It had been turned into a private dungeon. Of course, there was a public dungeon in the basement if they wanted to explore that, too.
    The men kept a steady conversation going between them as they gentled her with soft caresses. Their big hands caressed and stroked her softly, constantly roaming over her body but not touching her where she needed it. They kept her on edge as they would slowly rub up her thighs but stop just short of her cunt then slide back down to her knees.
    By the time they reached the bar, she was ready to scream. She was afraid to talk for fear of having the gag put into place. She couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold, and her arms were getting a little stiff from being forced to hold their bound position. If one of them didn’t touch her pussy to give her some relief, she knew she’d go crazy.
    “We’re here,” Jackson informed her as he shut off the truck. “Let’s get you inside so we can play.”
    “Where are we?”
    “If we wanted you to know, we would have told you, or at least left off the blindfold.” They led her up an outside set of stairs to the top floor. Jack unlocked the door and led her inside the dimly lit dungeon. Caleb shut the heavy door with a loud bang.
    Both the rope and the blindfold were removed, and her mouth gaped as she glanced around the room. Holy hell! What was that X-shaped thing against the wall? There were chains hanging from the ceiling and hooks on the floor. Some kind of bench stood on the far side of the room near a medical table. A huge bed, or maybe it was two king-size beds placed together, dominated another wall.
    “Close your mouth, honey.”
    “Jackson, where on earth did you bring me?”
    “It’s a dungeon where Cal and I plan to show