“Wouldn’t mind a little princess treatment if I’m being honest,” I yelled back.
CHAPTER 22
NICKIE
Iwaited until the cabin door slammed shut to roll off Granny’s couch and jump to my feet. Blitz immediately stepped in front of the now-closed door while Dane blocked the hallway and Vix barricaded the basement.
“Boooo, you guys are no fun,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest and stomping a foot.
“Hey! Those are mine!” Dash shouted, moving around the kitchen island. Shoving my ass back down on the couch and swiping his boots off my feet.
“Ow,” I grumbled and rubbed at my backside, rolling off the seat cushion again and landing on my knees in front of the sofa. My upper body propped up and my ass popped out. “I’ll trade ya for 'em.” I fluttered my lashes at Dash over a shoulder, while gesturing to my leaky asshole.
He shook his head. “Uh, no thanks. I’m not really into… ass play.”
“Liar!” Dane called out from the hallway.
“Shut up,” Dash called back.
“I don’t want ya to fuck me, dumb-dumb,” I sighed before adding, “Well, not right now. I want ya to remove the piece of glass. Be a dear, would ya?”
That was something Granny always used to say.Be a dear…
Guess I was starting to miss her more than I thought I would. The wholeyou don’t know whatcha got till it’s gonething. I had different kinds of deer now.
Dash stood up and nodded to Dane, who disappeared down the hallway. The bathroom door opened, and a few seconds later, it closed again and Dane came strolling around the corner with a pair of tweezers in hand. He passed them to Dash, who squatted behind me. One palm leaning on the small of my back, the other sliding between the crack in my cheeks.
He snapped his fingers at Vix, who mumbled under his breath before removing a flask from his front pocket and handing it to Dash.
“I’m gonna need to sterilize the wound first,” he said to me. I could hear him pour some of the liquor onto the tweezers. It splattered onto my toes too.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him.
“It means thisisgonna hurt, sweetheart,” Dane shouted from where he reposted himself up by the hallway.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just tryin’ to scare you,” Dash whispered. “But he’s probably right. It ain’t gonna feel nice.”
“I’m not afraid of a little pain.” I shrugged, grabbing onto the couch cushion and clenching tight.
Dash slapped my ass cheek. “Relax or it’s gonna go deeper.”
“Oooo, I like it deeper.” I giggled and earned myself another swat.
“Not in your rectum, you don’t,” he grunted.
“Rectum,” I repeated and giggled more. “That’s an awfully big word for you, ain’t it? What are you some sorta doctor or something?”
Dash’s eyes flicked up to where I was still peering over a shoulder before dropping to where he had my ass cheeks spread wide in front of him.
“Like whatcha see, Doc?” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down, wincing when the alcohol splashed my skin. Leaving a trail of liquid fire from the top of my asshole down to my pussy lips.
Ouch! That shit burned. Someone was gonna have to lick it up and kiss it better now.
“Not a doctor.” He waited for me to stop wiggling, then pressed a hand down on my back again. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Red—ow!” I whimpered as he tugged a chunk of glass free without warning. “Why do you care about my favorite color all of a sudden?”
“I don’t. I was just tryin’ to get ya to relax.” Dash held the little green shard up to the light and twirled it around a few times, blood splattering onto his hand, though he didn’t seem to notice or care all that much.
