Atlas did exactly as he was told, not saying a word. He was folded in half, and his long fingers dug into Linden’s hips, as Linden ran his hands over Atlas’s back before holding onto his torso.
“Ready for me?” I asked.
“Yessir. Go. Green.”
I ran my hand over his amazing fucking ass. I couldn’t wait to mark it and make it—makehim—mine. The crop hovered over him, and I brought it down hard enough for it to sting, but not painfully so. Atlas flinched and groaned, but he didn’t move beyond that.
“More?” I asked him.
“Yes, please, King.”
Linden chuckled, looking up at me. “I think he likes it.”
“So do I…”
He was amazing and sexy. We were going to have so much fucking fun with him.
Chapter 13
Atlas
MyfingersdugintoLinden’s hips with the second smack from the crop. My nipples ached even more from being bent over and having the clamps hang heavily. But I strangely liked the biting sensation and the sting on my ass.
Linden’s cock was hard and pressed against my cheek as my head rested on his thigh. I wanted to suck him down, but he and Hugh ran this show, marking my body as theirs. Then they’d worship me. Being their center of attention was my favorite part. I was desperate to be their world.
Hugh dragged the crop along my back, the gentle sensation confusing my skin while my body drew taut from the anticipation of another smack.
His finger dipped between the crease of my ass and pressed against my hole. I shoved back for more, which resulted in another hit; this one was harder.
My balls hung low and heavy, and my body was ready to release. I wasn’t sure I’d like this, but I did—a lot. I wanted more. So much more.
“Red or green, Princess?”
“Green.” It was an easy answer.
Hugh ran his hands over my ass again as he chuckled, which was deep and throaty. It was a laugh that carried promises of naughty pleasure.
“Do you want a go, Knight?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Linden helped me to stand, and I winced at the nipple clamps again. He flicked one of them, sending the pinching sting straight through my upper body. I shuddered at the sensation. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but here we are.”
“Bend back down and use your hands to brace yourself on the pool table,” Hugh ordered me.
I did as I was told, and again, I was tense with anticipation, not out of fear, but out of instinct. My body simply reacted, and that was part of what turned me on. I imagined being bent over Hugh’s lap at work, my slacks and underwear pulled down over my thighs as he spanked me for double-scheduling a meeting. His large hand would hurt, and I’d cry out with promises of being a good girl.
Shit, yeah. I wanted that so much.
Linden didn’t go as easy on me as Hugh had. I understood they were testing the waters and my boundaries, but they definitely could have gone further.
The last one reverberated through my entire body, and I groaned loudly. Instead of doing it again, Linden dragged the leather tip of the crop through my crease and tapped my balls with it. I flinched. Would he hit them? Could I take it?
“Look how tight our princess is,” Hugh chuckled. He pressed his mouth close to my ear. His breath sent a wave of chills through me. “We’re not that cruel, sweetheart.”
Linden then tapped my cock with it before he pulled away, and the leather bit into my ass again.
He did that four more times before Hugh asked, “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
