'Blake,' I murmur, almost dreamily.
My eyes open slightly to see what he has in his hand. It's a flat paddle, and I look at him in question.
'I thought spanking was Shade’s thing,' I murmur.
'Thought I’d try it out,' he answers, and I wonder if it’s because he wants to hurt me on some level.
Did I do something? Is that why he’s acting like this?
Shade flips me onto my front, my wrists crossing. He pushes my knees underneath me, raising me up on all fours.
I hold onto the headboard, trying to keep my balance, shaking a little on my knees. The first smack has me gasping and moving forward slightly. I turn around to look at Blake.
'Too much?' he asks.
I blink, uncertain. Is it? Does he care if it’s too much?
'Shall I do it again?'
I nod a little timidly, and when he hits my other cheek hard, I gasp loudly, my eyes tearing.
‘Color?’
‘Green,’ I snarl, all at once needing it to hurt, and I see Shade look uncertain for a second, so I make sure I laugh it off.
Blake begins to pepper the tops of my thighs and my ass with smacks. They’re not too hard, but enough to sting.
I don’t know exactly how long he goes on, but I count at least thirty before he stops and steps back, letting out a low whistle.
My skin is on fire, my ass, throbbing. It’s almost too much, but I don’tshow it.
'I like it,' he says as if this is like any other time.
Maybe for them it is.
'I think I understand.'
My eyes snap up to him. Does Blake get it?
He turns to Shade. 'That’s a nice color on her.'
I look down at the bed, letting out a quiet sigh, disappointed on some level that he isn’t looking,that even now they aren’t here, and yet thankful that they don’t notice because the conversation would be impossible. I find I’m not angry at Blake aboutthis. How could he get it when I don’t?
I look over at Mav, wondering what he has, but he doesn’t show me. He shakes his head and tuts, moving behind me where I can't see.
I feel his head slide between my legs, shoulders pushing at my thighs. I widen my knees to make room, looking underneath my body to see what he's doing.
But Blake takes me by my hair and moves my head up so I can't look.
'No peeking,' he murmurs.
Before I can react, I feel my lower lips being parted. At the same time, my mouth is opened wide on Blake’s fingers.
‘Suck,’ Blake orders, his eyes practically glowing when I do it without hesitation.
My teeth clamp down on his knuckles hard as I feel Mav probing my pussy, and I’m gratified when I hear Blake’s hiss of pain.
'Is she wet?' Shade murmurs from where I can’t see him.
