“Fuck yes,” Webber said, taking off his shirt.
“Have you been a bad boy, Baby?” Webber said, climbing on the bed giving him a kiss.
“No,” Jude whined.
“I know Daddy can be mean some?—”
I gave Webber a look and he stopped himself midsentence.
“Jude, get Webber prepped,” I said, throwing the lube on the bed. “You’re due your spankings for being so cheeky. Lose the clothes, Webber, and get on the bed in front of Jude, on your back.”
I slapped his ass again. “Yes, sir,” he moaned. “I’ve been such a bad, bad boy.”
“Jude, you are a fucking brat,” I said, slapping his ass harder.
He grunted, sucking Webber's cock more into his mouth. I slapped him a little harder. I hit Jude a few more times and in between each smack, I took off a piece of clothing. Admiring how Webber got hot and bothered as Jude worked three fingers in Webber's tight ass.
“Fuck me, please,” Webber whined, leaning up on his elbows, looking at me.
“Not yet, Peaches,” I said, grabbing the lube and pouring some on my fingers. I slapped Jude’s ass one final time, slathering his hole before breaching his tight ring of muscle.
Jude groaned, pushing back, taking my finger easily. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes heavy-lidded, biting his lip as he fucked himself on my finger. I spanked him once more and he groaned, his ass clenching around my finger as I grazed his prostate.
“Fuck,” he whined.
I slowly inserted another finger in him, but Jude was not having it. He was impatient, pushing back against me, taking my fingers roughly.
“Jude,” I growled in a warning. “I’m in charge.”
I slapped his ass again.
“I need you,” he groaned. “I need both of you.”
“You have us,” Webber said, scooting closer to us. “Don’t we always take care of you, Baby?”
Webber pushed Jude up until he was kneeling so he could move closer, stroking his cock as I fucked Jude with my fingers.
“Yes… yes,” he cried out.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked, working a third finger into his ass.
“Uh-huh.”
I spanked him.
“I need words, Princess,” I said, spanking him again.
“Yes!” he shouted as I fucked him, making sure I hit his prostate with every thrust.
“Fuck, Fuck, please Daddy, I need, I need, please I need something,” he babbled.
“Lay on your back and let Webber ride you,” I said, removing my finger.
“What?” He turned to look at me, a little confused.
Up until this point, Jude hadn’t fucked anyone or ever expressed that he wanted to, but I saw the hungry gaze in his eyes as he watched me fuck Webber.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I snapped, walking away to grab a towel to wipe my fingers.
