“That’s my good girl.”
She sagged in relief with his words. God, she was such a good little submissive. Well, she was just a touch naughty.
But that just meant he got to turn this pale ass red. And that wasn’t something he could ever regret.
“Now, this is where your spanking would have ended, if you hadn’t been extra naughty.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“Can’t we just leave it here, since I’m new?”
“It’s because you’re new that I didn’t add an extra fifteen onto the original ten,” he told her.
“That really would have hurt.”
“Yep.” And he didn’t want to scare her off. Just give her a small taste of discipline. “How are you doing? Ready for the next five?”
“Yes. I think so.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Do you know why I’m disciplining you?” he asked.
“Because I talked badly about myself.”
“Yes, but I could have just scolded you.”
“Because you like spanking?”
“Hmm. I do. Especially your ass. But that’s not it either. It’s because I want you to remember this. And the next time you go to think or say something bad about yourself, I want you to think about being over my knee, getting your bottom spanked. And I want that to deter you. A spanking can erase guilt over wrongdoing. Or it can act as a preventative measure, to stop you from doing something.”
“I think I get it. Kind of.”
“These last two are going to be harder. Prepare yourself.”
She wrapped her hands around his calf, which he didn’t mind. Just so long as she didn’t try to wrap her teeth around any part of him.
A cry escaped her as he delivered the last two. He rubbed her back gently as she sobbed. Beau stood and grabbed a box of tissues before getting a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. Then he disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a blanket.
Aftercare was where Beau shone.
Although Maddox wasn’t keen to just hand her off the way he often would. Unless he was at the club.
Instead, he carefully drew her up and settled her onto his lap. She winced and tried to move onto her hip. “Part of the punishment is sitting on a hot ass.”
“What?” She gaped up at him as Beau tucked the blanket around her and grabbed a few tissues from the box. “You can’t be serious.”
“He absolutely is,” Beau told her. “Stop slapping my hands away.”
“Stop trying to wipe my nose. I’m not a child.”
“Believe me, I know. I’m still cleaning you up. It’s my job.”
“Your job is to clean me up?” She stared at him in shock.
“That and to give you mind-blowing orgasms.”
“Was there something in the beer they serve in that place?” she asked.
Maddox found himself grinning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun. “You’re in our territory now, city girl. Down here, they breed men a bit differently. Now, put your hands on your lap and let Beau take care of you.” He settled her in against him, wrapping one arm around her waist while he ran his hand up and down her back, trying to massage out the knots he found.
She was seriously wound up.
“How do you know I’m a city girl? And they don’t breed men differently here,” she scoffed.
But he was satisfied to note that she’d dropped her hands and was letting Beau clean her face.
“Blow.”
She stiffened, and he sighed, looking to see that Beau was holding a tissue to her nose.
“No way. That’s gross.”
“Blow,” Beau said in a firm voice. Then he ruined it by grinning. “Because I sure intend to later.”
“Beau,” Maddox groaned. “Can’t you be serious for a minute?”
“Why would I need to be serious when you always are?”
After feeling the sting of betrayal a few months ago, Maddox knew he’d changed, and he was finding it harder and harder to find that lighter part of himself. Although if anyone could bring him out of the darkness, it could be Scarlett.
“I’m the fun-loving, smart, handsome one.”
“And what does that make me?” Maddox asked.
“The serious, grouchy, less-handsome one. We call him the dark lord,” he mock-whispered to Scarlett.
“You do know we’re identical twins,” Maddox said dryly.
“That’s what we tell you to make you feel better. So, you don’t feel so sad about not being as handsome as me.”
Scarlett giggled.
“Now blow.”
She gave in this time and then he threw the tissue away and handed her the bottle of water.
She drank some then leaned against Maddox’s chest. That eased something inside him. The coldness warmed in her presence.
“Feeling okay, little one?”
“As well as anyone with a hot ass can be.”
“Just remember this feeling the next time you start to say something bad about this beautiful body.”
She leaned back, looking up at him. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
“I never lie.” He kissed her, putting his hand behind her head to steady her, he ate from her lips, drifting his tongue across her mouth. Pulling back, he said, “Open.”
She stared up at him, then her lips parted. Satisfaction flooded him. He could tell she was hesitant. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her tongue. But since he was a guy who liked to take charge, that didn’t faze him. In fact, he liked that he could teach her exactly what he wanted.
When he drew back, her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen. “Still don’t like kissing?”
She licked her lips. “I might be convinced to change my mind.”
“What would convince you?”
“Well, maybe you should do that again.”
“Hey, you two can’t sit there and make out all night. It’s not nice to exclude someone, you know. Hurts my feelings.”
“Seems like a lot of things hurt your feelings,” Scarlett pointed out as Maddox leaned her against his chest again.
“I’m just a new age, sensitive kind of guy,” he told her.
“Uh-huh, what did you mean that they breed the men a bit differently here? Country guys can’t be that different from city guys.”
“Don’t know about that, but the men around here tend to be very protective of their women,” Beau told her as he set out some food. Maddox had definitely worked up an appetite. He gestured for Beau to hand him a plate then he picked up a fry and checked its temperature.
“Other men can be protective,” she protested, staring at him in surprise as he held the fry up to her lips. “Um, what are you doing?”
“Feeding you.”
“I thought you were cooling it down for yourself.”
“Nope. Wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to burn you.”
“You guys are so weird,” she muttered.
“Hurt again. Ouch. You know how to get to me. Right in the heart.” Beau pounded his chest with his fist.
Scarlett just shook her head. But she didn’t take the fry.
“Eat,” he ordered.
She focused those big brown eyes on him. She was gorgeous. How was she single? He didn’t care, he just knew that it was his gain.
Well, his and his brother’s. He supposed he had to let the asshole in on this.
“I’m not really hungry.”
“Just eat a bit,” he urged. “You’re going to need your energy to keep up with us. Especially him.” He gestured at Beau, who nodded eagerly.
“Yep, I’m just like the energizer bunny. I just keep going and going.”
“Your mouth sure does,” she muttered, but she was grinning as she said it. And she took the fry. He waited for her to eat that then held another one up to her mouth.
“There are protective men in the city,” she said after eating her fifth fry.
/> Beau was halfway through his burger by now. Maddox ate some fries.
“Ah, but do they have rules to keep their women safe?” Beau asked.
“I, um, well, some might.”
“And do they punish them if they break those rules,” Maddox asked her.
She turned to him. “Like we just did?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But I thought that was because you’re an, um, a Dom. Right?”
“I am. But not all the men around here are. And they still give their women boundaries and if they break them . . .”
“They get spanked,” Beau finished his sentence.
“Against their will?” She stiffened in his arms.
“Never,” Maddox told her, holding the burger to her mouth. She took a bite. He knew she wasn’t paying much attention. But he was. He found it very rewarding to feed her. It satisfied something inside him.
The darkness settled.
“It’s always the woman’s choice to live with the rules and the consequences,” he told her.
“Why would she choose that?” she asked.
“Imagine feeling safe, feeling cared for, feeling like there was someone who would always be there for you, always watch over you, want the best for you,” he told her. “Imagine if you messed up, instead of stressing over it forever, you could just be punished and let it go. There’s comfort in limits and expectations. And in knowing someone is going to enforce them to keep you safe. The women around here are the happiest I’ve ever met.” He stared down into her surprised face.
“I think we’ve shocked her into silence, brother.”
Too much at once, he got it.
“Eat," he ordered, trying to make things simpler. To his surprise, she took another bite before shaking her head and turning the rest away.
Well, he’d gotten her to eat a bit. Maybe later they could order some dessert.
Real dessert. Not the kind Beau was nearly buzzing in anticipation over.
Although that wasn’t to say he didn’t want some of that dessert as well.
5
The women around here are the happiest I’ve ever met.
It didn’t seem possible. And she hadn’t seen anyone who looked particularly happy, so she definitely thought they were talking some bullshit.
Still, she couldn’t deny feeling happier right now than she’d been in . . . in years. Sure, she had fun with Margo. But ever since she’d come to work for Richard, he’d been draining her.
When John divorced her, it had been a huge blow to her self-esteem. And now . . . she’d let Richard do the same.
That’s hardly fair, Scar.
Richard didn’t know that she was interested in him. She was his employee. He wasn’t in charge of her happiness. Only she controlled that.
Somehow, these two men had brought her more fun into her life than she’d felt in years.
And one of them had spanked her!
Although that had brought its own sort of happiness. She wasn’t happy her butt hurt. But she did feel lighter.
And she really liked that they didn’t see her as some fat, middle-aged woman.
They thought she was hot.
That made her feel beautiful and sexy in a way she hadn’t. Ever.
That was pretty sad.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, little one?” Maddox asked in that deep voice of his.
“How sexy you make me feel,” she blurted out, blushing madly as a wicked smile crossed his face.
“Did you hear that, Beau? Our girl feels sexy.”
“That’s because she is.” Beau finished putting the plates back on the room service tray then came over to kneel in front of her. “I’m still hungry.”
“Do you want to order more food?” she asked in surprise. Heck, he’d already eaten twice as much as she would in a day.
Restricting your calorie intake really sucked, especially when it seemed to make no difference.
“Oh, that’s not what he’s hungry for,” Maddox murmured in her ear. “He wants his dessert.”
Oh. Fuck.
And he thought she was dessert.
“Beau, pull the blanket off her. It’s time our girl got her reward for being so good and taking her spanking like a pro.”
I did?
Was she supposed to feel happy about that? Taking a spanking like a pro wasn’t exactly a compliment. Was it?
Lord, she had no idea. She was so far out of her comfort zone, it wasn’t funny.
Also, she was extremely happy she’d gotten waxed a few days ago. It was something Margo insisted she try. And, well, she’d done it because she thought she and Richard . . .
No. Nope.
It was rude to think of another man right now. Especially when she was comparing him and he was coming up short.
“She’s thinking again,” Maddox said.
“Let’s see if I can bring her back to the here and now,” Beau replied.
Beau threw off the blanket and she had to stop herself from asking him to fold it and put it away.
Richard was OCD about everything being in its place and she’d learned to please him.
Argh, stop, Scar.
Suddenly, Maddox turned her so she was facing away from him. He put her legs on either side of his then he split his legs. Wide.
She gasped in a breath. “Maddox!”
“Sir,” he reminded her.
Oh, Lord. Why did that send shivers through her? Her breath came in sharper pants. Especially when Beau settled himself between Maddox’s legs and smiled devilishly up at her.
Help me. Please.
What had she been thinking bringing these two back here? How would she ever recover? How would anyone else ever compare?
Beau slowly drew up her shirt, pulling it to her waist. Uh, no. She didn’t think so. That was high enough.
She grabbed hold of her shirt, trying to tug it out of his hands.
“Scarlett, let go,” Maddox told her in that firm voice she found hard to resist. “Little one, do you want your reward? Or do you want punishment?”
Well. Shit.
She released the shirt.
“Put your hands back behind my neck and keep them there,” Maddox said.
She whimpered at the order but did as he’d commanded. That pushed her chest out and meant that Beau could do whatever he liked.
And there was no doubt in her mind that he would do anything he desired. Beau wasn’t a guy who held back, who denied himself.
“Good girl,” Maddox told her. “That ought to keep those naughty hands out of trouble. Beau, continue.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait to see what these beauties look like.” Beau’s gaze filled with heat and desire as he reached up to slowly undo the buttons of her shirt.
She wasn’t ashamed of her breasts. Sure, they could be perkier. But they were nicely shaped. It was her stomach she didn’t want him seeing.
“Trust us,” Maddox told her. “We already think you’re the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen. Whatever he reveals will only cement that.”
She knew he was bullshitting her. She’d seen the other women in that bar. But it still made her feel better. That might make her a fool. Or maybe it was just that she really wanted her reward.
The buttons were undone, and he drew her shirt apart, revealing her bra-clad breasts. She sucked in a breath, growing stiff with tension.
“Well. Hell. Will you look at that?” Beau said in a low voice. “You seeing what I’m seeing, brother?”
“I’m looking at the sexiest body I’ve ever had the joy of touching.”
Oh, Lord.
The things they said. They reached down inside her. And somehow, she felt beautiful. She didn’t think the feeling would last, but right now, with their words, their gazes, and the way they seemed to worship her, she felt it.
“I want to see her breasts,” Beau complained between kisses that he laid along her inner thigh. She tried to close her legs then realized she couldn’t. Damn
it. That both tickled and tantalized her.
“You ticklish, darlin’?” Beau drawled.
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” she gasped.
Beau grinned up at her as Maddox chuckled. She loved that she could make them smile. Well, especially Maddox. He didn’t seem to smile as much as his twin.
She was about to have sex with two men. Two gorgeous, sexy men.
Lucky her.
“Let’s take your bra off before Beau starts sulking,” Maddox whispered to her. He leaned her forward and together they slipped off her shirt then her bra.
Now she was completely naked. With the lights on. And they were fully dressed.
Yeah, she felt more than a bit self-conscious. But also empowered. Because Beau’s face filled with delight as he took in her breasts and Maddox had started to kiss along her neck. He slid one hand up to undo her hair.
“Fuck, yes,” Beau groaned. “You’re a fucking goddess. Thank God we went out tonight.”
“Hands behind my neck again, little one. Time for Beau to feast. And then, it’s my turn.”
She shivered at the promise in his voice. Her hands went back up behind his head. He moved his hands down to her breasts, holding them up. “What do you think, Beau?”
“That I have just gone to heaven. Seriously, I may have come in my pants a little.” He adjusted himself, and she giggled. He was an idiot. But a lovable one. And she got the feeling that half of it was an act to put her more at ease.
Sitting up on his knees, Beau grabbed hold of the arms of the chair then leaned in to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Beau is very orally fixated. He’s happiest when he has something in his mouth.”
“And I’m most happy when that thing is a nipple. Or a pussy.” He moved to her other nipple, tugging on it gently with his teeth.
She could feel that tugging sensation on her clit.
“Damn, she’s so sensitive. Bet she’d come from nipple play alone,” Beau said before he lapped at her nipple with his tongue.
“I . . . I . . . that’s not a thing, right? That’s a myth.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a thing,” Maddox murmured in her ear. Funny, she’d always hated when John did that.
But when Maddox did it . . . it felt like pure, silky sin.
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