Somehow, I went from watching group scenes at the Scarlet Lounge and feeling certain I couldn’t keep more than one partner happy, to being pressed between a father and son who make me feel like a queen whenever their eyes are on me.
Asher’s hand comes down on my ass again, warmth spreading across the globes in a way that’s both familiar and desperately needed.
It’s not quite painful, but that will come shortly. I spotted the paddle he’s planning on using and can say from experience my ass will be on fire before the night is out.
But the promise of blissful quiet inside my mind, of the knowledge that I can hand my body to these men and they won’t let me fall…
Another crack of his palm drags a groan from my throat, but I keep Rowan’s thumb between my lips, my tongue lapping at the pad.
“Such a bad girl, Hannah,” he says softly, using his free hand to gather my hair and tilt my head how he wants, forcing me tolook up into his eyes. “You love to tease us, don’t you? You love to drive us wild with your perfect body.”
I nod slowly, dragging my teeth along his thumb before pressing deep again.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Your slutty little mouth is driving me wild.”
I wince as Asher’s hand comes down on a spot he’s spanked before, but it’s quickly followed by a moan.
My core aches, the deep throb of need only driven higher with every slap of Asher’s skin on mine.
Rowan pulls his thumb free, dragging the damp pad across my bottom lip. He tracks the move, eyes burning with the same need setting me on fire.
“You doing okay, Little Doe?” Asher asks, his hands massaging the heat into my ass.
I lost count at three slaps, but if he’s checking in already, we must be ready to move on to the paddle.
Anticipation sizzles through me, the promise of the bite of leather almost as intoxicating as the punishment itself.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my voice breathy.
He drags his hand up the inside of my thigh, and each inch he climbs higher makes it harder to pull in a breath.
“Are you wet, Hannah?” Asher teases the edge of my thong. The lace fabric barely covers my pussy at all, meaning he already knows the answer to that question. He just wants me to say it.
“So wet, Sir,” I whine. “I’m aching.”
“I bet you are.” Rowan brushes his fingers along my cheek. “Your pretty little cunt needs to be filled, doesn’t she?”
“So badly.”
Without warning, Asher presses two fingers to the knuckle, pumping them hard and fast for a few beats before tugging them free and leaving me unsatisfied.
A soft cry tumbles from my lips, his ministrations only making me more desperate for them to fuck me.
The ache is almost to the point of pain, my body begging for more despite knowing I won’t get any relief until after my punishment.
A punishment I need.
A punishment I’m desperate for.
A punishment I asked for.
“Such a greedy girl,” Rowan tuts, tapping his fingers against my cheek. “But you have to wait. Bad girls don’t get to come until after they’ve received their punishment. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I sigh.
A smirk tugs at his lips. “There’s my brat.”
“I’m not a brat.” I frown.
