She shook her head, breathing heavily.
“Words, baby,” Eli said.
“No objections,” she said.
Kellan slid her panties down.
“Spread your legs wider,” Eli said. “Let him touch you.”
After she pushed her legs apart, Kellan cupped her pussy. She let out a low moan as he ran his fingers through her slit.
“Is she wet?” Eli asked.
“So fucking wet,” Kellan replied.
She let out a small whimper.
He pushed two fingers into her and pumped them back and forth before drawing them out and placing them over her clit, flicking it firmly.
Whimpers escaped her, filling the room.
She was so close. So close!
Then he drew his hand away and smacked her ass again. She let out a loud cry.
“Why else are you getting a spanking?” Eli asked when Kellan paused to rub her bottom.
Did he seriously expect her to think right now? Her body was a mix of pleasure and pain and it was hard to get through the fog of arousal.
“Um, for . . . for saying bad things . . . about myself.”
“That’s right. You aren’t to do that anymore,” Eli told her with a warning look. “No one says bad things about our perfect, wonderful girl.”
“I’m not, though,” she said.
“Why not?” Eli asked.
“I’m not smart enough or pretty enough or obedient enough. I can’t do everything perfectly. I trip over things or laugh too loud or dress the wrong way.” All of her worries spilled out of her.
Eli frowned and she thought he now saw it. All of her imperfections.
“Do you want to be perfect?” he asked.
“Shouldn’t I want that?” she asked. That’s what her father always wanted her to be.
A perfect daughter.
Chattel.
“Perfect sounds boring. If you were always perfect, would you have fun? Would you laugh? Would you feel? What you’re describing is numbness and obedience. It’s not life. No one is perfect. And we all make mistakes. Nobody expects that from you. Not anymore. We’re not perfect.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked.
Eli smiled. “Well, I’m close. But Kellan is far from it.”
Kellan grunted as he ran his hand over her ass. Back and forth. Why was that turning her on so much?
She let out a small giggle, though and Eli kissed her again. “I love when you laugh. And I love your imperfections. Because I love you and I don’t want you to be anything other than yourself.”
