Harper hissed at the last one. His palm felt the heat of her ass, ran up her back, around her neck, over her cheeks. He wiped away a tear.
“Shall we continue, Angel?” Xander said, the belt in his hand.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ask for it, Angel.”“Sir, would you please give me seventeen more lashes with your belt?”
“Of course,” Xander said. The belt swung through the air. Harper yelped as the next strike landed slightly above the light red line. As he rained down four more, her legs came together and her back bowed off the desk. “Ow.”
“You’re doing so well,” Xander said, his hand on her neck. “Back into position.”
Harper sucked in a breath, spread her legs wide, and settled on the desk.
“Last seven, Angel,” Xander said.
He pulled back his wrist, so the next too landed softly on the underside of her buttocks.
“Count these last five,” Xander instructed.
He struck her fleshy ass again, and again, her soft voice keeping count, perfectly.
She yelped on the last one. He placed his at the base of her spine, giving her a moment.
“Five Sir,” she said after Xander landed the last one. “Thank you, Sir.”
Xander tossed his belt away and his hands went rubbed her ass, feeling the searing heat. He gathered her in his arms. His lips crashed into hers and he kissed, hard on her lips. He kissed her as if he owned her.
“A million times, I have dreamed about you on my desk. A thousand times, I have thought about you kneeling under it, sitting there, waiting for my touch,” he stroked her cheek, gathered her in his arms, taking her to the club chair in front of his desk. “And Angel, a hundred times a day, I’ve wanted to tell you, I love you.”
Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise, her hands ran along the cable of his hair. He tilted her face, kissing her mouth, possessing her tongue. He wrapped his arms around her, put her head on his shoulder and held her.
“You’re mine, Angel. And his and we’re going to make this work,” Xander said.
She fluttered in his arms, burrowing into his neck. “Thank you.”
“It’s me who owes you the thanks, Angel. For putting up with me.” He cupped the back of her neck. “For giving me your submission. And your love. Let’s go home, he’s waiting for us.”
CHAPTER THRITY-THREE - HARPER
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE-HARPER
She loved being with these two men, and her heart wanted to explode into happy pieces. She wasn’t sure Xander would accept their gesture. She was afraid while kneeling, waiting for him in his office, that he wouldn’t take their reassurance.
But his bravery warmed her heart. She loved Xander. He had Carli drive them home from the office and the whole trip across the bridge, he held her. It felt so good to be nestled in his arms.
In the Montague’s home, where she felt safest after the dishes had been cleared from the Thai takeout, Xander grabbed her arm, exchanging a glance with Logan.
“Think it’s time to show her she belongs to both of us,” Xander said.
“Right here with you.” Logan took her other hand and as Xander led them upstairs, to his sanctuary, Harper’s breath caught in her throat reminding her of the last time she was in this room. Xander let go of her hand, flipped a switch and the windows appeared with hanging lights in the shape of icicles. Harper grinned, they looked like small daggers, but she loved it.
“That softens it up a bit,” Logan said drolly.
She didn’t care where they were, as long as they were together.
Her pussy throbbed and her ass smarted, as Logan set her down on the king-sized bed.
“How should we show her who she belongs to?” Logan asked.
