by Fiona Archer
No! Chloe shook her head. Panic climbed up her throat, threatening to cut off her supply of oxygen. They had to be kidding.
“Noah, no, I don’t want to be spanked.” She didn’t crave punishment—domination yes, but not punishment.
“So you say, sweetheart.” He dipped his head to the side and let his gaze travel over her body before coming back to rest on her face. “But you shouldn’t lie, little sub, especially not to yourself.” His voice hardened. “And never to your Masters. Your face is flushed and your breathing sped up in the last few seconds.” His finger traced the pulse thumping at the base of her throat. “Eyes wide and bright. That’s not fear, sweetheart. That’s excitement.”
“But I’m not turned on by pain.” Truth lent power to her voice.
A block of solid warmth moved up behind her. Flynn. The scent of soap and earthy man teased her, lulling her closer.
“There are different types of pain.” He caught her chin and angled her face up so she was compelled to suffer his scrutiny. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. “Erotic pain is a stimuli used to bring you pleasure. It’s premeditated. When we pinch your nipples does it excite you?”
A sigh of defeat escaped her lips. She’d already admitted as much.
“Answer me, sub.” He released her chin and captured her nipple, pinching until the delicious burn forced her up on her toes.
“Yes, S–Sir.”
“Good girl.” Flynn released her nipple after one last swipe of this thumb.
Noah’s implacable gaze held her in place. “Chloe, do you trust us not to hurt you?”
“Yes.” She knew that as an absolute truth.
“Since Digger can turn the prettiest of heads, I’m suggesting we give you a pass on your second punishment.” He flicked his gaze to Flynn. “Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Chloe nodded. Right. This sounded like progress. “Okay, great, so—”
“Won’t be long until she earns it back,” Flynn muttered.
Noah huffed in agreement before his face settled back into an iron mask. “However, the first punishment will go ahead. This spanking you earned for not trusting us to understand your needs, and for thinking you can hide them from us—by lying.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sa—”
“Silence.”
Noah’s hard voice lashed her silent. A shiver fired over her body, settling between her legs.
Flynn guided her forward until her toes butted up against the end of the spanking bench. Noah’s hands pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to bend at the waist.
Her chest and stomach pressed against cool leather. Denim-covered thighs flashed into view as she tottered on the balls of her feet. She felt a tug as her wrist cuffs were unclipped from behind and her arms guided to the front of the sawhorse. Strong hands gripped her hips and levered her forward on the bench. Panic seized her chest as her legs flapped helplessly like a fish out of water.
“Hey, let me down.” Her squawk of protest ignored, the men attached her wrist cuffs to the short length of chain at the front end of the bench. Firm hands guided her knees to rest on the cushioned ledge on either side of the sawhorse then strapped them snug in place.
Another strap secured her lower back to the bench, pushing her mound against the padding and leaving her so…open. Cool air caressed her slick folds.
She couldn’t hide her moan. Stripped. Secured. Open. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
She gripped the metal ring bolted into the stained wood. “You bastards, get me off of this freaking bench. Didn’t you hear me?”
“It’s hard not to, Chloe. All that cussing and yelling earns extra swats.” Flynn’s sigh sounded off to her left. “Pity. You earned back the five you had in credit.”
Nooooo. Her jaw ached as she clenched her teeth against the curse fighting its way past her lips. Risk further punishment? No way. Besides, why give them the satisfaction?
Through the tumbled mess of her hair, she spied Noah moving behind the bench. Her body stiffened, waiting for the first blow. God, how bad would it hurt? A small whimper escaped as warm hands smoothed over her tense flesh.
“Shh, little sub, we’re just getting you warmed up. You’ve never been spanked before so we need to take this slow.” One hand pressed into the small of her back as Noah spanked light taps over her entire bottom. A deep chuckle set her radar to warning. “Well, not too slow.” He proved his point with a hard slap right on her ass. Bastard.
“Oww!” Chloe turned her head to glare up over her shoulder at her abuser. “That hurt, damn it!”
“Quiet, sub. Breathe. You’re reacting to the unknown. We aren’t hurting you. In fact, we’re taking steps so as not to hurt you. So don’t even think to try the guilt trip.” Noah rubbed her offended flesh. He quirked a brow and smiled with rakish glee at her glare.
“You forget, we’re Doms, sweetie. We know what signals to look out for, how your body reacts to our touch and our commands.” A finger dipped low to swipe through her silky moistness. A shudder ripped through her body. He raised his finger to examine her juices. His gaze lingered with the lazy air of a predator assured of its kill. “That’s the whole reason you’ve earned this spanking.”
Flynn leaned in. “You were warned we’d push your comfort zone and smash all the barriers you built to keep us out. This is how it plays out.”
Yes, she’d done her best to keep the men at a distance—but she had to, right? Those barriers kept her safe. And…alone.
Noah started up again, peppering her bottom with the broad flat of his hand. Chloe closed her eyes tight against the unaccustomed burn.
As Noah spanked, Flynn teased, his hand stroking her breasts, tweaking her tender nipples in time with Noah’s light swats. Twin coils of pleasure flowed from her pebbled nubs across her chest then settled deep between her legs before extending right to her toes.
Every fiber of her body felt alive. An unexpected, exhilarating heat spread through her. There was more, so much more. She wanted it all.
Her lower back strained against the strap as her bottom sought Noah’s hand.
“She’s ready,” Noah said.
“So responsive.” Flynn ran a finger down her cheek and caught her lips in a brief kiss. “Brave little sub.”
A small thrill invaded her chest at his compliment. She’d hide it away to remember later, when she’d moved out and—
“You will count out your punishment, Chloe. Each one you miss adds another to the total.” Noah’s voice jarred her back to the present. “You’ve earned ten, so I’d pay attention. If you show disrespect, there will be immediate consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly.
“Relax. If you tense, it’ll hurt that much more.” Noah tapped her legs. She rushed to obey his prompt, forcing her muscles to unclench.
Blunt fingertips dragged downward over her warmed flesh then trailed whisper-soft just shy of her pussy. One more inch—
Smack.
Nothing prepared her for the sharp sting across her bottom. Her body jolted in shock but the straps on her knees kept her in position. A high whine leaked out from behind her tightly clamped lips. Oh, God, that hurt.
“Sub, your count?” Flynn’s casual tone belied the underlying command—ignore at your risk.
“One.” A thumb pad traced up her spine, lingering, threatening. Her breath hitched. “Sir! One, Sir.”
“Good, sub.”
Smack.
Red leather swamped her vision as she dragged in air. Anticipation and tension formed a heady cocktail, threatening to overshadow the heat in her bottom.
“Two, Sir.” Her voice quaked, just like the nerves in her belly.
“Such a gorgeous shade of pink, sweetie. Flynn and I are going to love spanking you any chance we can get.”
A frisson of impure delight curled in her belly and spiraled outward over her body from head to foot.
“Hell, yes.” Flynn grazed the back of his fingers over the curve of one buttock to linger at the top of her inner thigh. She gulped down a sob. So close, those fingers, yet he refused to dip in and test her wetness, stroke her pussy, give her something.
Smack.
Stinging pain transformed into a craving she was helpless to satisfy. Legs strapped apart, no chance to rub her thighs. She wasn’t going to make it.
“Oh, God…three, Sir.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She jerked against the padding. A new tremor shook her core as friction from the leather pulled against the top of her mound. Yes. She tried rubbing against the padding, anything to ease the torment, but the strap held her tight.
“Five, no, six, Sir.” Frustration forced the words out in a rush. She didn’t care. Relief, she needed relief. Now.
“You’re being such a good girl.” Flynn’s deep voice enfolded her like a warm blanket. She turned her head to the side and looked up, her eyes imploring him for leniency.
“Not yet, baby.” The creases surrounding his eyes deepened with his smile.
By the count of ten, tears ran down her cheeks. Tremors shook her body. She snuffled as she wiped her cheeks on her outstretched arms. How could she let this happen? Her hunger for them to take her, fill her, possess her, had spiraled out of control.
“That’s all, little sub. Punishment’s over.” Noah kissed the top of her head then gently stroked down the curve of her back and back up over her shoulders. A sharp hiss escaped her lips when his fingers strayed too close to the heated flesh of her bottom.
“Now, sweetheart, let’s see how much you enjoyed your spanking, shall we?”
“What are you—ahhh!”
A finger plunged into her slick opening. Her vagina gripped the invader. He pulled out before adding another finger, curling them over her G-spot as he pumped in and out. Slow, fast, and then slow again—her tormentor.
Her head kicked back, and she squealed as, stroke after stroke, Noah dragged her closer to the edge of release. His other hand rubbed her bottom, the resulting burn pouring fuel on an already smoldering fire.
The sound of her ragged breathing filled her ears. She was sinking.
“That’s it, baby, come for us.” Flynn ordered from somewhere above her.
A thunderclap of raw bliss rocketed from her center. She strained against the straps. Her pussy shuddered with the hard, driving pulse of her climax. Its ferocity forced the air from her lungs. Like a low tide disappearing back out to sea, the shudders ebbed away, leaving tiny tremors to fire off at random. She had no strength, not even to lift her head.
Cool lips rained whisper-soft kisses up her spine as gentle hands wiped the sweat-soaked hair off her face and released her body from the straps of the bench.
“See, little sub, erotic pain isn’t bad after all. Who knows what limits you have untested?” Noah’s voice rumbled near as he nipped the soft shell of her ear.
Chloe hiccupped a laugh. Her limits? Heck, in one day they’d been busted out of the park. She’d been tied up, spanked, and the hungry recipient of multiple orgasms. All at the hands of these dominating men—who loved her.
From yesterday to today, her world was unrecognizable.
“Come on, baby, up you get. We’re moving this to a bed that can hold all three of us.” Flynn lifted her up, and held her close to his chest as if she were weightless. She snuggled close, rubbing her cheek against the soft cotton of his T-shirt.
“You’re going to let me out of here this early?” Tempting fate had never felt so delicious.
“Oh, little sub, we have so much more to show you.” Noah’s giant frame rubbed against her exposed side. His hands cradled hers as he kissed her knuckles. She smiled and then shivered as he clipped her wrist cuffs together in one smooth motion.
Smiling like a buccaneer who’d just snared a prized bounty, he stepped aside as Flynn strode down the hallway. Her belly performed flip-flops as the bedroom door loomed closer. What did they have in store for her now?
Noah threw back the bed covers a second before Flynn laid her on the center of the mattress. Before she had a chance to argue, Noah secured her cuffed wrists to a length of chain attached to the headboard.
“There, little sub, just how we like you. We can play with you, test your limits, and you’re helpless to stop us.” He stroked her cheek before moving to the end of the bed.
Her pulse ratcheted up a notch, and her clit pulsed in delight at being, once again, at their mercy.
She swiped her tongue over her lips and watched with greedy abandon as her cowboy warriors removed their clothing.
Denim and cotton gave way to two hard-muscled bodies, but their thick erections were what made her belly quiver. They were huge. She lifted her gaze and could only stare at the lust shinning in each man’s eyes.
“You do this to us, Chloe.” Flynn stalked toward the bed as his hand fisted around his cock and took one hard pull along its length. Droplets of pre-cum glistened at the opening of the mushroomed head.
Her tongue pushed against her teeth and snuck out between her lips. She wanted his cock in her mouth, to taste him, tease him, and give him pleasure.
“Open your legs. I want to see your pussy.” Noah’s voice, harder, commanding, elicited a primal response. Her legs spread before she could question it.
Air flowed over her wet folds and the scent of her own desire washed over her. Both men flared their nostrils. Did they just smell her? Oh, God. Her face would burn for days.
Flynn cradled her hot cheeks in his hands. Her breath caught at the authority shining in those smoky eyes. She could deny them nothing.
“I love your modesty, sub, but I won’t allow it to get in the way of our pleasure. This is our body to play with.” His eyes narrowed as he skimmed one hand down her body and ran two fingers through her slick folds. She squirmed against the mattress. “If we want to smell your scent, you won’t deny us. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Theirs to play with. Anytime. Anywhere.
Noah moved to lie beside her on the mattress. His hand traced circles along the inside of her thigh, creeping ever closer to her core. “We should make a habit of tying you down. We’d tie your legs apart, nice and wide, so your pussy’s open for us to play with anytime we want.”
Oh, God. She was both appalled and excited. A rush of her moisture coated the top of her thighs.
Flynn’s fingers fondled and swirled between her swollen folds, teasing her clit until she felt it harden into a tight nub. “She likes that idea.”
She wanted to curse at his grin.
“Good. I’ll make sure to follow up. Little one, you won’t know when I’m about to strike.” Noah leaned in, took her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss, and then kept up his threat in between suckling her nipples. “It might be at dinner. Hmm, I like that idea—you tied helpless, stretched out on the table, your little bottom wiggling while I feast on you as I sit in my chair. Let’s not forget the stables, plenty of posts to tie you to out there.” He grazed his teeth across the tip of one beaded nipple. Her back arched as pleasure sizzled across her chest and sped down to her hot center.
She needed air. Just a few seconds more, another flick of Flynn’s finger, that’s all she needed—
“Don’t you dare come,” Flynn warned. His fingers abandoned her tender clit.
Arrgghh.
Her Doms’ hard stares wiped the scowl from her forehead. Her stomach dropped. Heavens, did that warrant another punishment?
“Sir, do I have permission to speak?”
Flynn studied her before answering. “Yes, Chloe, until we say otherwise.”
“Please, Sir, please can I come?” Her heart hammered as she waited.
“That’s a sweet request.” Flynn stroked a finger down her cheek. “But no, not yet.” Resting one knee on the bed, he reached across to the drawer of the nightstand and withdrew a tube of lube. “We have something else to show you before you can come.”
/> “Something else?” Her gaze skipped between the men as they moved around the bed. Noah reclined close to the headboard, and Flynn kneeled between her legs.
Noah lifted a finger and traced the curve of her jaw. “Sweetness, we have to prepare you so you can take both of us at the same time.”
Something cool tapped the puckered ring of her backside. Her eyes widened. She’d never—
“No. I don’t want this. Stop now.” She yanked on her cuffs and bucked her hips, but Noah scooped her knees up in the crook of his arm, lifting her backside off the mattress and leaving her suspended in midair.
“Settle, little sub. Flynn’s not going to hurt you,” Noah soothed. “Don’t you want to experience both of us inside you, filling you up? We have to stretch you, and then I promise, you’ll come harder and faster than ever before.”
Hell, was that possible? Her channel tightened in anticipation.
“Maybe so, but I—ooohh. I don’t…it’s like…oh, God!”
“That’s right, luv, that and more.” Noah grinned.
“Breathe, Chloe. It’s one finger. Relax your muscles.” Flynn rubbed his thumb against her perineum as his finger slid past her sphincter. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Her breath caught as bursts of white heat, unexpected and exquisite, blitzed her system. She shivered with each darkly forbidden twist of his finger. This was so…naughty.
“If only you could see your face, Chloe. You’re so beautiful, all wide-eyed and flushed.” Noah cupped her cheek before his lips meshed against hers. His tongue swept her mouth in savage possession.
“You’re gripping me so tight. Hell, I can’t wait till my cock’s buried inside you instead of my finger.” Flynn’s voice turned gruff with need.
His urgency sharpened her hunger. His finger worked deeper. She closed her eyes against the shudders assaulting her body. It was too much and yet not enough.