My breath hitched as his knuckles brushed against my hip, then he reached underneath me and undid the buttons of my pants. I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t want to.
He peeled my pants and panties down in one slow, careful motion, baring me to both his and Griff’s appreciative stare.
“Much better,” Griff said, his grin evident in his voice. “Now I can see how red she gets.”
I buried my face in my elbow, heat blooming over my cheeks. I was helpless, exposed, and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
Elias rested one hand on my lower back, pinning me against him. The other settled on my ass, squeezing gently.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, little miss Tamsin.”
“I was just having some fun,” I mumbled into the floor, playing into the whole thing.
His palm came down hard enough to make my breath catch. “What was that?”
I lifted my head just enough to glare at him over my shoulder, pouting. “I said I was just having fun, and that’s a stupid reason to get spanked.”
His lips twitched, but his expression stayed stern. “Getting tipsy and sassing your alpha? That’s a paddlin’.”
My cheeks burned, but my clit throbbed. He spanked me again, a little harder this time, the sound echoing in the quiet cockpit. And then again, and again, creating a hot, stinging rhythm that left me breathless and wanting.
“Are you going to behave now?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Definitely not,” I blurted out.
“Griff,” he commanded, “take the helm.”
Griff didn’t hesitate. He moved past us, a wicked grin on his face, and took the wheel, but his gaze was locked on us, on me, bare and writhing across Elias’s lap.
“Don’t hold back on her account, boss,” Griff said, his eyes dark with arousal. “Her ass can get much redder than that.”
Elias’s hand came down more firmly after that. I yelped, the stinging pain more than I had anticipated, but the pleasure that came after was just as intense.
“I think she liked that,” Griff observed, his grin widening.
My spanking resumed in earnest after that. I yelped, the sting of it a delicious counterpoint to the ache building between my legs.
“Such a responsive little mate,” Elias murmured, his fingers tracing the heated skin he’d just spanked. “Getting all wet for us while we discipline you.”
As if to prove his point, he slid a long, callused finger between my slick folds. I gasped, my hips bucking, a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through me. He found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and circled it once, twice, before withdrawing his hand entirely.
I whined in protest.
“Patience,” he chided, delivering another firm slap to my other cheek. “You don’t get to come until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Then maybe you should spank me a little harder,Daddy,” I sassed.
He let out a low growl. “Oh, I will.”
And he did.
His palm connected with my exposed flesh with a rhythmic precision that left me breathless and squirming.
“Sassy girl,” he said, another stinging slap making me jerk. “Getting tipsy on bourbon and forgetting who’s in charge.”
“Owwww,” I whimpered, my hips lifted, almost seeking out his stinging hand.
Another spank. Harder this time. A deep burning need spread through all my limbs, leaving me panting.
