Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
We can’t stop.
I think it’s over. This round, at least. I’ve come twice, and both men have come hard. There’s got to be a refractory period, right? Maybe an eighteen-minute intermission? Because yes, I did some hockey homework and now know there are three periods, with an intermission between one and two and two and three.
But no.
As soon as Riggs pulls out of me, Maddox is guiding me to the bed’s white comforter-covered surface. I smile, lying down on my belly as the two men sit on either side of me, thinking a nap does sound nice, but Maddox lifts my hips with a dark chuckle, urging me into a face-down, ass-up position. “You think we’re done with you? I told you what you have coming for you from me.”
His words are a stark reminder of the punishment he threatened me with. The delightful punishment he promised. I’m already a mess, with my juices coating my thighs and Maddox’s coating my lips. But he did say that he was the one I should be scared of tonight.
A thrill shoots through me as Maddox’s hand lands sharply down on my right butt cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
I immediately push up to sitting. “You did not just spank me,” I state, despite the evidence to the contrary, namely the sting on my ass. I’m not that outraged. Shocked? Maybe. Aroused? Most definitely. But I’m too strong-willed to give in easily.
He lifts his brows in challenge. “I did. And I’m going to do it again. You want to lay over my lap or put your face back down on the bed?” He runs a rough palm over the sensitive spot, somehow soothing it and irritating it all at once.
Not spanking me again is apparently not an option in his plan. But it is in mine. I’ve never been spanked like that before. Sure, Maddox smacked my ass mid-fuck last time, but this is a different thing entirely. He actually spanked me. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who would dare to do that to me. But Maddox dares. He dares a lot. In fact, the glint in his eye is daring me right now, somehow turning this into a challenge I need to accept. No, a challenge I want to accept. One I want to excel at. Still, stubbornness is in my nature, so I ask, “Do I get to spank you too?”
Coming back from the bathroom, presumably after disposing of his condom, Riggs guffaws, then covers it with a cough. “She’s got you there,” he taunts.
Maddox, however, shrugs one shoulder. “If you want to.”
And that’s what has me slowly lowering back to the bed, my ass lifted and a soft smile on my lips. He would let me. He would welcome it if it’s what I wanted to do. A quick search of my gut tells me that I don’t want to smack his butt, but I do think I want him to spank me again. Just to see if my response was a one-time thing, or if maybe, with the right person… with someone who deserves it… I do like a little more dominance in my partner.
Partners, I correct, quickly acclimating to the idea of it being Maddox and Riggs. Both are powerful in their own ways. Riggs, quieter and supportive in his strength. Maddox, mouthy and adventurous in his. The perfect blend of everything.
Smack. Rub.
“That’s for running out on us,” Maddox rumbles. But my eyes are locked on Riggs because he’s watching me closely, making sure his friend isn’t going too far for me. He’s not. He’s going just far enough. Or hell, maybe not far enough? I haven’t decided.
Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub.
“That’s for the two months you tormented us.”
Smack. There’s no soothing rub this time, and my cheeks—both sets—feel heated. I sway my hips, begging for the tender touch that followed the previous spankings, and feel my body’s juices run down my thighs. I should be embarrassed by that, but I’m not. I can’t be when I feel this good.
“And that’s for rejecting us when we tracked you down,” he growls. “I know you felt what this was, that you feel what it could be.” His voice is deep, heavy with meaning, and I realize that I hurt them. No, he’s not speaking for Riggs, but rather, for himself. I hurt Maddox, Mr. Easy Going, Happy Go Lucky.
The pain I feel at that realization has nothing to do with the sting on my ass, and though he finally gently rubs the globe of my butt, it does nothing to quiet the pain in my chest. Especially when I see that Riggs’s eyes have ticked up to check on Maddox too.
“I did,” I admit mindlessly, nodding against the comforter. “I do.” I think I would say or do anything at this point. I just want him, or Riggs, to take away this ache inside me.