“So pretty.” He nuzzled her neck. “Come on in bed.”
She curled up close to him under the covers. The thick bulge in his boxers brushed her crotch. Ian was kissing her, rolling her nipple between his fingers, caressing the curve of her breast in a way that would normally drive her insane.
When Ian was gentle with her, it did something beyond words. God, when Ian was rough with her, it went beyond words too. Her body always responded.
But right now, nothing, except the friction of his hand on her breast.
“Ian—”
“Just take it easy, baby. You've had a long week. You work too hard.” His hand slid between her legs and into the crevice of her thighs.
“Wait,” she whispered, but Ian was already parting her folds. He blinked in surprise when his fingers met her pussy. She wasn't wet at all.
Diana moved his hand away.
“Okay,” he said. “That's different.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just not—” she broke off. She hated to say it.
“…in the mood?” Ian finished. His dimples showed.
“Yeah. It's been a rough week. It's not about you.” She buried her face in his pillow and breathed in the clean scent. What the hell was wrong with her?
“It's okay, Diana. It happens.”
“No, it's not okay,” she mumbled. “I miss you so much when we're apart. I haven’t seen you in three weeks. Every minute should count.”
“Don't force it.” Ian rubbed her back. “We've got the whole weekend.”
“You're obviously not having this problem.” She looked down at Ian's boxers. The erection pushing out the plaid cotton didn’t seem as hard. Dammit, this was not turning out the way she’d hoped. “I can just give you a blow job.”
“Just?” he repeated. “You're obviously not feeling this right now. I don't want it either unless you're into it.” He folded his arms under his head. “If you need a nap, go to sleep.”
“No, I feel bad.”
“Why?”
“Because of last weekend. I missed you. I went a little wild, and I thought I had everything under control, but it’s all just… And you were mad, but you got even more wasted than I did, and Brendan on the phone…” She bunched up the pillow in her hands.
“Diana, I'm just gonna come out and say it,” Ian interrupted. He propped himself up on his elbows. “You think you know everything now because of me and Brendan. Guess what? You don't. You said so yourself. You're insanely smart, but you still have a lot to learn.”
“Brendan said the same thing this summer,” she snapped. “Did you coordinate?”
Ian heaved a sigh and sat up, leaning his head against the wall. “You don't know your own limits yet. You push yourself too hard. With school, with…fun. For now, just take it easy on the alcohol when I'm not around, okay?”
Her eyes opened wide. She sat up straight and pulled the covers over her breasts. “That's controlling.”
“I’m not trying to control you, Diana.”
“That's exactly what you're doing. Sorry, no.”
Ian rubbed a hand over his hair. He hadn't had a haircut in awhile, and he looked so messily gorgeous that she wanted to eat him up — or would, if she weren't royally pissed.
“I’m worried about you. You were on the edge of losing it when I talked to you this week. And the party last weekend…that ‘try everything once’ thing... You don't have to try everything once, babe. Really. There's a lot of shit out there you can stand to skip.”
Diana glared at him. “What’s happened to you? You used to be all about the bad girl hidden inside little Diana who lived next door. You were all about bringing out the real me. Remember when you and me and Brendan were in your Jeep going to that club after graduation—” yes, dammit, she was going there, even as Ian's eyes widened — “and you said everyone in the car knew the truth about me? You guys are the only ones who know the truth. And now you don't even want that to be true.”
“Jesus, Diana. All I said is that I'm worried. It's different now, okay? You're my girlfriend. I worry.”
“Then stop. Stop worrying.” She was winding up, going too far, but dammit, she wanted Ian to push back. “Stop being my dad. Brendan does that just fine.”
Ian's eyebrows shot up. “Then you stop being a bitch.”
“Fine,” she growled. “I will, when you stop being a controlling jerkface.”
“Jerkface?” Ian looked like he wasn't sure whether to laugh. “You really have been studying too hard. It's drained your brain. You can do better than that.”
“Well, maybe I'm too busy worrying about you too. You won't tell me anything about your grades or let me look at your papers, which I get, because I don't want to mess with your business, but I don't even know if you're staying on top of everything and I can't stand to see you kicked out of school and…”
“Diana, can you please just trust me?” Ian's face was suddenly so naked.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “Can you trust me?”
Ian blinked at the "yes.” “To do what? To take care of yourself? To not go overboard on everything? I want to, but I don't know if I can. 'Cause I think you want to go overboard. No, I don't think, I fucking know.”
“Well, why don't you just spank me?” she snapped.
Silence spread outward as they stared at each other. A surprised gleam lit Ian's eyes.
“For real? Or are you just saying that?”
“I —” she swallowed. “Yes,” she heard herself say.
The anger in his expression was fading. He threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.
“On my lap, little girl.”
Oh no. Oh yes. She'd fantasized about this moment before, but she'd never known how, exactly, to ask Ian to spank her. Not just a flirty slap or a smack on the ass as he drove into her, but an honest-to-God, full-on spanking.
Naked, goosebumps pricking her skin, she climbed onto Ian's lap and lay across his legs.
In an instant, a strong arm pressed into the small of her back. A pinch on her ass made her twitch. Heat flushed her body, and she was wide awake now. Ian rubbed all over her bare cheeks, making her shiver, his erection pressing against her hip.
“I’m not mad at you anymore,” she whispered. “Are you still mad at me?”
“Mad? Hmmm…” He squeezed one cheek firmly. “Not exactly.” She couldn't see his face, as she stared at her glasses and clothes lying on his desk, lit by the haloed lamp. She could only hear the broad grin in his voice. “But you have a lot to be spanked for, Diana.”
“Yes, I do…” she moaned, squirming against the bulge in his boxers. Then a large hand descended on her ass.
“Ian!” She jumped.
“Naughty girl.” He spanked both her round cheeks. “Not getting enough sleep, not taking care of yourself, being mean to your boyfriend…” He punctuated each statement with a satisfying smack.
Oh God. She never could have handled this at the beginning, or even over the summer. She felt so vulnerable lying across Ian's lap, totally at his mercy, that she started to giggle. Her pussy was waking up, warm and tingling. Her ass, too. Ian wasn't spanking her hard, but there was a definite sting in his slaps. When she gasped, he switched to massaging her ass, soothing the warm cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Ian.” She made her voice extra remorseful. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
He groaned softly above her.
“You can try, Diana. Like you said, though. We both know the truth. You can’t be a good girl. Not for long.”
Squeezing her curvy flesh, his hand slipped down to her warm valley. Fingers explored her pussy, sliding through the juicy folds.
“What's this?” Ian's voice dripped with mock astonishment. “Is this hot slut getting turned on by her punishment? Very, very bad.”
“Ian! Ooohh…” But she was tilting her ass towards him, inviting his hand. “More.”
He sucked in his breath. When he spoke again, his voice was rough.
“
Here I was thinking that you needed a cuddle…” He spanked her again while he massaged her clit, making her cry out. “Some tender loving care…” Another smack, with a pinch on her clit. “A couple kisses while I listen to you…” Her pussy hugged Ian's fingers as he worked them inside her. “And instead it turns out you want to be spanked like the bad girl you are.”
She groaned, squirming against Ian's hand as he peppered her full cheeks with smacks.
“I like that other stuff too,” she panted.
“Sure you do. But it's not what you need right now, is it? You’ve told me everything, baby. I know it all. All your naughty fantasies and your dirty little dreams.” He fingered her more firmly, flexing and twisting in her tight pussy. Jolts of pleasure ran through her body as he kept spanking her. “I’ve read every poem you’ve ever written. I know all your secrets. I know how scared you used to be, and how horny. You never thought about your perfect date in high school the way your friends did. Nooo, you fantasized about screwing every boy in class. Then you’d hand in your perfect homework like a goody two shoes and run straight home to rub your hot little pussy. And you’d come so fucking hard, you little slut.”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she gasped, lifting her ass, urging him on. Her head felt light. She was going to come soon, quivering around Ian’s fingers, her ass warmer and warmer under his hand.
“Unbelievable.” He squeezed her full cheeks, and she groaned. “You just want more and more. Maybe I should call my brother in here to witness you getting every last” smack! “fucking” smack! “punishment you deserve.”
“Yesssss,” she hissed, thrusting desperately toward him as hot juice dripped from her pussy. “Get Brendan.”
Ian's hand froze on her ass. Shit.
“I was kidding, Diana.”
She twisted around to look at him. His handsome face was incredulous. “Uh, so was I.”
“Don't lie to me, little girl.” Ian gave her a firm pinch, and she let out a shriek.
Oh God, Brendan had to have heard that over the TV. Not like he didn't know — firsthand — but this was so awkward, and she had no idea what to do.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I want you. And you're the one who brought it up.”
Ian let out a breath. “I know, Diana.” Then a wicked grin split his face. “And you're still pure slut.”
“Then why don't you teach me a lesson?” The words left her mouth before she could think.
“You know I will.”
Ian stretched a long arm to his desk, snagging his phone. He texted rapidly, then held the glowing screen in front of her flushed face. His thumb hovered over ‘send.’
Diana's getting spanked. She's been bad. Want to watch? Delete this
And Brendan's name at the top.
“Ian…?” Dear God. Her nipples were two hard buds, rubbing against Ian’s comforter. Her pussy ached with need as his hand left her folds. A smack on her cheek sent ripples through her flesh.
“Yes or no, bad girl?”
This was insane. Brendan wouldn't want to. They'd all moved on. The three of them were in the past, long in the past. Why bother him? It would be so rude, to intrude on his quiet evening of TV watching and beer drinking. He'd say no, without a doubt.
And...on the tiny off-chance he said yes...he'd just be watching. He'd just be witnessing his brother punishing her, driving her crazy with need, making her his while she writhed on his lap... Maybe Brendan would give her a dimpled smile, murmuring that he knew she could take it, encouraging her to be a good girl for Ian...
“Yes.” It came out a breathy whisper.
Ian hit ‘send.’
Chapter Nineteen
The TV in the living room went silent. Moments passed. Neither she nor Ian moved. Her heart thudded in her chest, and Ian’s hand was frozen on her ass.
In front of her face, Ian’s phone buzzed.
You sure? the screen said.
Ian didn’t respond. He was waiting for her, Diana realized. She nodded.
We're sure, Ian texted back.
At the light knock on Ian’s door, Diana’s head jerked up. Ian gave her ass a squeeze, but he didn’t speak.
“Come in,” she called.
The door opened with a soft creak. Brendan stepped into the room. Diana took in his well-worn T-shirt, his gray sweats, and the hesitation in the way he moved — a hesitation that was new for Brendan.
His face opened into a broad smile as his eyes traveled over her bare body, draped across Ian’s lap. Her breasts were pressed into the covers, and Ian’s hand rested on her ass, but Brendan saw enough, she knew.
He closed the door behind him.
“Did you do something wrong, Di?”
She flushed. Ian gave her a firm smack.
“I guess…”
“You guess? Ian wouldn't be spanking you if you didn’t, would he?”
Oh God. Words failed her. Brendan swiftly crossed the room to stand in front of her, the bulge in his sweatpants beyond obvious. Crouching by the bed so their eyes were level, he took her chin in his hand.
“What did you do, sweetness?” His voice was so understanding. “Tell me.”
“I—” she began. Her head swam. “I went kind of wild last weekend. I wanted to do my own thing, but I also missed Ian, and I missed the three of us—”
She broke off at Ian’s intake of breath. It felt so crazy and completely right to confess to Brendan while she lay naked over Ian’s lap, but how far would she go?
“And I didn't get enough sleep... And I went overboard studying... And I was mean to Ian... And I came on to you on the phone when I was drunk,” she whispered. “I wanted the three of us together.”
“Brendan told me,” Ian said in a low voice. “He told me all about your phone call.”
Diana stiffened on Ian’s lap.
“And,” Ian went on, giving her ass a lingering pinch, “he told me you were sad that him and me had secrets from each other now. You missed us being close.”
“I do,” she murmured. “I didn’t know how to tell you that.”
“Diana, after my brother and I took you together, and after all we’ve been through, you could do me the favor of telling me the truth. The whole fucking truth. No secrets.”
“I wanted to be totally honest with you,” she panted. “But I thought maybe it’s better to forget it.”
“Things like that don’t stay forgot.” Ian’s eyes were half-closed, locked on her when she twisted to look up at him. “I’d rather know. And I’d rather hear it from you.”
“Okay.” She let out a breath.
Her eyes met Brendan’s, and he raised his eyebrows. She wanted to look at Ian too, see them both at the same time. But that would mean sitting up, which would mean showing Brendan her breasts, and she wasn’t at all sure where this was going. She stayed in place across Ian’s lap.
“The whole fucking truth is…” She was sweating. “I want Ian to be my boyfriend. I don’t like Brendan that way. But I miss the three of us together. I miss you guys together, I don’t want to drive you apart, I want you to be close but better than before, without the good twin-bad twin bullshit. And, and when I got off the phone with Brendan — I touched myself afterward.”
She gasped when Ian spanked her again, making her flesh ripple. “Naughty girl,” he hissed.
“You did, Di?” Brendan looked startled, then delighted. He ran a thumb over her lower lip. “You played with your pussy? Did you make yourself come?”
Shock ran through her body, and it didn’t help when large fingers slid through her folds, right as Brendan murmured the word “pussy.” She was wet now. Very wet.
“Ye-e-esss,” she moaned. She needed to tell them everything. “I used that insanely huge toy Ian sent —” “Jesus,” Ian muttered above her. “And I thought about the three of us in bed together laughing — and everything was okay — and I didn’t know if it ever would be —”
“Poor baby.” Brendan smoothed back her bangs. “We’re r
ight here. And Ian's helping you, isn't he? I bet you’re really wet now.”
“Yes,” she breathed. Ian was slowly, firmly rubbing her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her pussy. His cock was rock-hard against her hip.
“What do you want, Diana?” Ian's voice was low and rough. “Do you want Brendan to watch while I give you what you deserve? While I teach you how to be good? Or do you want to be the bad girl we all know you are? Do you want my brother to do more than watch?”
Oh God, oh shit, of course she did, but she was with Ian now, and what would this do to all of them?
“I’m yours,” she whispered. Ian's cock pulsed against her at her words. “We all know that.”
Brendan had a slight smile on his face. His hand still cupped her chin, and his thumb rubbed her cheek in circles. He was holding back, she realized. Not trying to run the show.
“Answer me, Diana.” Ian flicked her clit, and she cried out. “Yes or no?”
“What do you want?” she parried.
“I want you to tell me the truth, baby. I always want you to tell me the truth.” Jesus, he was massaging her pussy now, making her quake. She didn't have a chance.
“Yesssss,” she moaned. “I want Brendan—” she gasped when Ian pinched her clit — “to do more than watch.”
Ian let out a low groan, pushing his cock against her hip. Brendan's eyes lit up, but he didn't move.
“How much more, sweetness?” He tipped up her chin.
For a minute, she could only pant as Ian stroked her wet core. That had to be enough of an answer — but no, they were still waiting.
“Everything,” she whispered. “I want to give in to you and Ian and let you decide. I want you to make agreements. I want you to work together.”
Brendan’s eyes flicked to his brother’s. Ian slapped her ass one last time.
“Get in bed, Diana. Me and Brendan are going out to talk. You can touch yourself, but if you come, you’ll be in trouble.”
Diana gaped at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an approving look on Brendan’s face. “What kind of trouble?”
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