The good kind of fear twines through me. “A spanking.”
“That’s right—aspanking.” He gently tugs on my hair. “Let’s go, baby boy.”
He leads me upstairs and into the bedroom, where Elliot’s already undressed.
Leo scoops me up and tosses me onto the bed. “We have a boy to spank,Elliot.”
Oh, shit.
“Yes, we do,Leo.” Elliot grins. “Oooh, this is going to besomuch fun.”
I must let out a whimper because they’re both wearing nearly identical, evil smiles. The thought is already pinging through my mind to flip over and scamper away when they reach out, grab me by the ankles, and drag me toward them across the bed.
There’s no running, no escape, no mercy to be had tonight. They wrench my legs wide apart, shoving them up and back so my ass is exposed and I can’t squirm free.
And I try.Boy, do I try. Not becauseIwant to fight them.
Because I knowtheywant me to fight. Adrenaline courses through me, my pulse spiking as I struggle against their iron grip. There’s no way in hell I’d ever win against one of them, much less both.
Elliot jumps onto the bed and swings over me, straddling me while facing Leo and my ass, pinning my thighs to my chest. They tuck my arms along my sides, also pinned by the weight of Elliot’s body. I’m staring up at his ass, unable to reach it because of the way I’m pinned. Yeah, I do try lifting my head to lick him.
“There we go,” Leo says. “That’s better.” His hands stroke my ass, play with my balls. “One boy nicely tucked tightly away.” He spanks both ass cheeks, hard, making me suck in a sharp breath. “Now how about you howl for Daddy?”
He smacks me again, harder.
Muchharder.
And again.
And again.
He gives me a full-force spanking, he and Elliot both. They spank and claw and hit and bite, until I’m sobbing, screaming.
I need this atonement. I need this pain.
I need my Sir.
I need the fire in my ass and the freedom this brings to my soul.
How could Inotwant this, and them?
It feels like I’m flying. My tears are not all pain—it’s ecstasy, joy, peace.
A blissfully soft, velvet cushion descends over my soul and across my consciousness.
Then a mouth closes around my balls, teeth gently tugging on them.
“Maybe I should lock my baby boy up so only Daddy can play with you.” His voice coming from by my ear means it must be Elliot’s mouth around my balls.
Nails dig into the sit-line on both legs, making me cry out.
“Tsk.” Leo licks the tracks of my tears along my right cheek. “The boy’s ass is so tender and sweet.”
Another jolt of pain from Elliot’s nails digging into my flesh washes through me.
“That’s it, baby boy.” Leo licks my left cheek. “Let it all out. Because Daddy’s home, and you might be Elliot’s Sir, but who do you belong to?”
“You, Daddy!” I gasp.
