He couldn’t allow that to continue.
This was his girl. Hmm, he wondered what her actual name was.
“Don’t I have to agree to this? Have a safeword? That sort of thing.”
Beau watched her carefully. Did she not want this? If she didn’t, Maddox would back off. He’d likely leave. But he’d never force her.
“You don’t want this?” Maddox asked. “Or are you just scared?”
She licked her lips. “I have no experience with this.”
Maddox nodded. “And you don’t know us. Smart girl. But I can’t let the insult to you go. No matter that you made it yourself. So, you get to decide. You texted our names to your friend. You’ll have your phone close at all times. I won’t tie you up or force you. You say red at any time, I’ll stop. Also, Beau will watch out for you too.”
Beau gave her a salute. She still looked worried.
“If you want to do this, I’ll go very easy on you. If you don’t, Beau will show you a damn good time without me.”
“An ultimatum? I let you spank me, or you walk?”
He shook his head. “I know it seems that way, but the truth is I don’t have it in me to stay and not touch you. And if I touch you, I’m going to seize control. Command it, understand? That’s just who I am.”
“You’ll honor a safeword?”
“I will. I don’t think I’ll do anything that will require you to need to use it, though.”
“O-okay. I want to try. Should we talk about limits?”
“All I’m going to do is spank you for talking negatively about yourself. Then you’re going to sit on my knee while I feed you. And then after Beau’s had his dinner, he’s going to feast on you for dessert.”
“I can’t have dessert first?” Beau complained.
“No,” Maddox growled.
“You boss him around too?” she asked Maddox.
“Nobody controls Beauden Malone,” Beau told her with a grin. “But Mad likes to try. I usually let him get away with it because otherwise, he pouts.”
“Beau,” Maddox said in a warning voice.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at Maddox then back over at Beau, who stuck his lower lip out in a massive pout.
She giggled and he grinned, proud of himself.
Maddox just shook his head with a grumble. But Beau spotted his lips twitching up into a smile. Damn, it was good to see his brother at least attempt a smile again.
“Your full name is Beauden?” she asked.
“Sure is. Most people just call me Beau, though.”
“I want you to take off those jeans, fold them up and put them on the sofa,” Maddox told her.
She glanced down at Maddox nervously. Poor thing. This had to be hard for her with her obvious hang-ups about her weight. Beau hated that. He wanted her to be so self-confident in her own skin that wearing clothes became a bother. Hmm. How sweet would that be? To have her walk around constantly naked.
“What’s your name, little one?” Maddox suddenly asked.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m about to let you spank me and you don’t even know my name.”
“Do you have to know someone’s name to spank them?” Beau asked.
She pointed a finger at him. “Stop that. You know what I mean.”
“Well?” Maddox asked, never one to be ignored for long.
“Scarlett,” she whispered.
“Well, Miss Scarlett. It’s time to pay the piper. I should warn you that the room service will be here soon and if it arrives while I’m in the middle of spanking you, I’m not going to stop.”
Fuck. Just thinking about how hot that would be had Beau wanting to reach into his jeans and draw out his cock.
In fact, that sounded like a damn fine idea. As Scarlett stripped off her jeans, he opened his and drew out his dick.
Maddox shot him a look then rolled his eyes. What? It wasn’t like Maddox hadn’t seen his junk before. Although the way Scarlett paused with her jeans still wrapped around one ankle and stared at him it was obvious she’d never seen a dick this fine before.
“Like what you see, darlin’?”
“I . . . I . . . it’s big, isn’t it?”
He barked out a laugh while Maddox groaned. “Don’t encourage him.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re just as well endowed.”
“Darlin’, we seriously need to work on your dirty talk,” Beau told her. “And no, it isn’t. There’s nothing quite like Marv.”
“Marv?” she queried as Maddox cleared his throat and looked pointedly down at her jeans. She flushed but removed them, leaving her in her white, loose shirt. Hmm, he hadn’t gotten a good look at her panties. He was betting on white cotton.
“Short for marvelous.”
She groaned. “Seriously?”
“You’ll find out for yourself soon,” he told her.
“Enough,” Maddox said firmly. “Beau, you’re interfering in Scarlett’s discipline.”
And that was a big no-no. He got it.
“My lips are zipped.”
“But your jeans aren’t,” Scarlett said dryly.
“Good one, darlin’.”
“Beau!” Maddox snapped.
“How come Beau doesn’t get spanked for being naughty?”
Oh, fuck. Was she pouting? Christ, he was going to come all over his hand in a minute. He grabbed the base of his dick, trying to catch his breath. Fuck. He at least needed to wait until the room service had been delivered.
Damn, though, those lips were made for pouting. He wondered if she ever wore lipstick. She didn’t seem to have much makeup on at all. But red lipstick would suit her.
“For one, he’s my brother so that would be disgusting,” Maddox stated.
“And two, I’d kick his ass,” Beau said cheerfully. “Might not be a Dom, but I’m not a sub either. Nobody spanks my ass.”
“Panties off, now,” Maddox demanded, obviously running low on patience.
She bit that luscious lip as she reached under her shirt and drew down her panties. Maddox held out his hand for them.
She stared at him. From what Beau could see, he’d been wrong. They looked pale blue and silky.
“Give them to me,” Maddox told her.
“You’re not going to steal them, are you?” she asked suspiciously.
“She’s got you pegged, Mad,” Beau stated with a grin.
“They’re part of a matching set. I want them back.”
“Little one, give me your panties now,” Maddox said in his Dom voice.
She immediately handed them over, her mouth slightly open in shock.
Delicious.
Then Maddox brought them to his nose.
“How does she smell?” Beau asked.
“Like fucking heaven.” Maddox threw the panties to him. Silky soft. And yep, she definitely smelled like heaven.
“You two are insane. People don’t sniff other people’s panties.”
Beau laughed. “Darlin’ there’s a kink for everything, so there’s probably one for panty sniffing. Although it’s not normally something I get into, but with you, everything’s different.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door. She squeaked and tried to pull her shirt down, not that it wasn’t covering everything anyway.
“Seems you were too slow,” Maddox drawled as Beau tucked himself away then got up and went to the door. He grabbed his wallet to tip the guy. He’d leave cash for his girl as well to cover the bill. Opening the door, he gave a glance behind him to see Scarlett attempting to hide behind the chair Maddox sat in. And his brother . . . well, he was fucking smiling at her antics.
That was a sight he hadn’t seen much in the last few months.
Oh, Maddox could pretend with the best of them, but most people didn’t realize that his smile no longer reached his eyes. Beau did, though. But Scarlett might just be the woman to change that.
After tipping the waiter, he carried the food into the room and s
et it by the small table.
“Come here, little one,” Maddox told Scarlett. “Time for your punishment.”
4
Maddox waited patiently.
Well, he pretended to be patient. Inside, he wanted to grab her, rip off that shirt and devour her.
But good things came to those who waited . . . wait, no that wasn’t the Malone way. If they wanted something, they took it. Any way they had to.
No one fucked with the Malones.
But he didn’t want to push her. She was submissive, he’d seen that in the way she reacted to his Dom voice. But she either didn’t know it or hadn’t explored that side of herself. She was a mix of fire and vulnerability.
He wanted her to come to him. To lay herself over his lap and accept his discipline.
Maddox had only recently started embracing his inner dominant. For years, he’d played like Beau. Hard and fast. He’d flirted. He’d had a lot of fun. But the woman he’d been seeing a few months ago had put a stop to that. She’d brought forward the harder side of him. He’d always had a need for control, but his need to be in command had become greater since her.
Discipline. Rules. Giving commands and being obeyed.
He needed those things. Any woman that he decided to let into his life, into his brother’s life, needed to understand that he was in charge. Both in and out of the bedroom. It wasn’t a game for him.
It was a need.
Also, he had to counter Beau’s tendency to spoil and enable. He needed corralling as well sometimes. His brother had grown even more out of control after being shot a while ago. It was like he was determined to live life the fullest every day.
But, yeah, he wasn’t exactly feeling patient. Or confident. Because at any moment she could change her mind. Could decide she just wanted Beau’s kind of loving. Or that she didn’t want either of them.
Which would be a damn shame. Because he felt like she needed this as much as he did.
Then a small, cold hand slipped into his. Her fingers trembled slightly. He didn’t like that.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” he asked her sternly.
“I’m all right.”
Nope.
He drew her around the chair to face him while Beau got up to turn the heat up.
“That’s not how this works, little one.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means that if you need something, if you’re cold or hungry or scared, then you tell us.”
“And what? You’ll fix it?”
“Yes.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“Or we’ll try too,” he added, knowing not everything was as easily fixed as her being cold.
“She’s going to be nice and toasty soon anyway.” Beau winked at Scarlett as he made his way back to the sofa. Maddox shot him a look which he knew would do no good.
Sometimes he wondered why he did this sort of thing with Beau.
Because he’s your brother, your twin and you love him?
They also balanced each other out. Two halves of a whole.
He cupped her hand between his, waiting for her shaking to cease. He probably wasn’t doing her nerves any good by prolonging this. However, he had the urge to soothe her first. To ensure that she wasn’t scared of him. A little fear could be good. Could be healthy. But not too much.
“You ready, Scarlett?”
“No,” she replied. “But then, I’m not sure I ever will be.”
“Lean down,” he commanded.
She looked confused but leaned over. He lightly kissed her. “I promise not to give you more than you can take. And afterward, Beau and I are going to make you feel very, very good.”
“I’m going to be dessert,” she murmured a little breathlessly.
“Yep.”
“Darlin’, you’re about to be eaten out by the best there is in the state of Texas, hell maybe the whole country.”
Scarlett scrunched her nose. “Is he for real?”
“My brother has an oversized ego.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s oversized.” They both looked over as Beau cupped his package.
Dear. Lord.
Scarlett looked down at him with a grin, rolling her eyes.
“Ignore him. I do.”
“That hurts, brother. Really. It cuts deep.” Beau put his hand on his chest with a sobbing sigh.
And that was how Scarlett came to be giggling as she lay herself over his lap. Not normal behavior for a sub about to be punished. But it did mean she’d lost the nerves that had been making her tremble, which he was certain had been Beau’s goal.
As he helped her into position, her legs hanging off one side of his lap, her upper body over the other side, Beau sent him a grin.
“You can thank me later, brother.”
Maddox gave him the bird. Childish? Maybe, but he didn’t care.
Then he pushed up her shirt, revealing the most perfect ass that had ever been created. And he completely forgot that Beau was in the room.
“Holy shit.”
Until the idiot opened his big mouth that was.
Scarlett stiffened and he shot his brother a look. But Beau wasn’t paying any attention to him. Instead, he was on his knees, staring at her butt.
“Brother, is that not the most magnificent ass you’ve ever seen?”
Maddox relaxed slightly. Okay, maybe he should have more faith in Beau. He would never do anything to upset a woman. Not unless she deserved it.
Beau was a lover and a fighter. But a lover most of all.
“That’s it, I’m converted,” Beau declared dramatically.
Scarlett tried to turn to stare at Beau, but Maddox placed a hand on her lower back. “Stay where you are. You don’t rise until I give permission, or you say your safeword.” He turned to his brother. “Beau.”
“I was always a tit man,” Beau mused, “but Scarlett has converted me to being an ass man. Because, fuck, that ass is fine.”
Scarlett let out a small laugh.
“It certainly is,” Maddox agreed.
“Really?” she asked in a quiet voice.
It fucking hurt Maddox that she didn’t see her worth. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that got to him so much. Especially when he didn’t know her.
But there was just something . . . when he’d first seen her he’d known.
She was it.
The one.
Ridiculous. Now he was sounding all romantic and shit. Fuck, maybe someone had drugged him at the bar.
He wouldn’t put it past one of his brothers. Assholes, all of them.
“Damn, darlin’, don’t you look at your ass in the mirror?” Beau asked. “You should. It’s a serious work of art.”
She relaxed even more. Maddox took that opportunity to rub her pale ass. It was full and firm and fucking delicious. Christ, he was so hard it hurt. When was the last time I reacted like this to having a sub over my knee?
Never.
“It’s going to be ten, little one,” he told her. “And that’s because this is your first spanking. Next time you call yourself fat or anything else derogatory, it goes up in increments of five.”
“Oh, Lord.”
“The correct answer is, yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered without argument.
Fuck. Him.
He had to close his eyes for a second to keep himself under control.
“About to come in your tightie-whities there, bro?” Beau asked.
“Beau, I’ll lock you in the bedroom if you can’t take this seriously.”
Beau put his hands up. “Sorry, brother, you just looked like you were in pain.”
“Oh, no, I am too heavy for you? I told you I was.”
What the fuck?
Even Beau’s mouth dropped open in surprise at her words.
“Scarlett!” Maddox barked, making her jump. He would have felt bad if he hadn’t just warned her what would happen the next time she put h
erself down.
“Oh, little one, you desperately need some discipline.” And he’d waited too long. He took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly to get himself back under control.
“The count has just risen to fifteen.”
“What?” she squeaked out. “But why?”
He shared a look with Beau. Was she for real right now?
“Because you just put yourself down again,” he told her slowly. Was she not even aware she was doing it?
“But doesn’t it all count as one?”
“It does not,” he replied sternly.
He laid two smacks quickly on her ass, making her yelp. Damn, that made him feel better.
“But you said you were hurting!” she cried.
“Because I’m turned-on,” he replied.
Smack! Smack!
Oh, that was pretty. Her white ass was already pink. He needed to be careful. He didn’t know her pain tolerance or how easily she bruised. “Not because you’re too heavy.”
Smack! Smack!
Those had been aimed on her lower cheeks.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you have to say? Oh?”
Smack!
Her legs started kicking. Lovely.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked with a sniffle.
“I think something along the lines of, ‘I’m sorry, Sir, for saying bad things about something that’s beautiful and perfect. I won’t do it again.’ ”
There was silence.
Smack! She jolted with a cry then attempted to reach back with her hands to protect what had to be a stinging bottom.
“Uh-uh, keep your hands where they are, or I’ll need to hold them for you.”
She moved her hands back.
Smack! Smack!
“I haven’t heard that apology yet.” He rubbed her bottom as he waited.
“I . . . I . . . no more.”
“Are you saying your safeword? You don’t think you deserve this for your naughty behavior? I don’t like hearing you put yourself down, little one. It hurts me.”
“It does?”
“Yes. It does.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, for saying bad things about something that’s beautiful and perfect. I won’t do it again.”
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