Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“I don’t understand why I can’t just say stop, though,” she told him.
“Well, sometimes we might use orgasm denial as punishment and you might say something like stop or no. And we wouldn’t necessarily stop unless you were in pain or scared. If you said Red then we’d know to stop for certain.”
“Oh, right,” she said.
“And it would be better to get used to using it just in case you ever did want to play,” he told her. “All right?”
“Yes. Got it. Red.”
“Are you all right with me taking off your clothes completely?” Eli asked.
She stiffened.
“Not straight away,” he told her. “But eventually.”
“Yes, I think so,” she said.
“Just remember, if you’re not, you can say Red and everything stops.”
“I don’t want to upset you guys if I have to say it,” she whispered.
Kellan moved forward and cupped her chin, tilting her face back. Now she was surrounded by them, their heat, their scent.
And it was a heady feeling.
Her head spun and she wanted more. More of their touch. More of them.
“You will not upset us,” Kellan told her. “No repercussions. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Kellan’s going to take you to the bed while I get undressed,” Eli said.
Instead of taking her hand or just stepping back, Kellan picked her up by the waist and carried her to the bed.
“Kellan!” she cried, trying to keep her voice quiet so she didn’t upset Horse.
“Yes?” he said as he placed her carefully on the bed. “Something wrong?”
“I just . . . your back . . .”
“Oh, so we’re starting with the spanking, huh?” Eli said as Kellan rolled her onto her front and smacked her ass.
“Hey!” she cried as Kellan rubbed the heat into her cheek.
Eli came over to her other side and grabbed some pillows while Kellan lifted her hips so Eli could place them under her.
That raised her ass up in the air.
Oh God.
Kellan rubbed her bottom again.
“You got this, brother?” Eli asked.
“Yep, I’ve got it,” Kellan replied.
“I don’t have it!” she said.
Eli lay on his side next to her with his head resting on his elbow. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you saying your safeword?”
Was she in pain? Not yet.
Scared? No.
Uncomfortable? Only due to embarrassment.
“No,” she said.
“That’s my good girl. Turn your face to me. That’s it.” He kissed her lightly. “Why is Kellan spanking you?”
“Um, because he’s a drama queen?”
Smack! Smack!
Ouch. The man could spank hard.
“Try again.” Eli’s face grew stern. Hard.
“Because I tried to pay for dinner.”
“That’s right.” Eli’s face softened. Which drew her into a false sense of security and the smacks caught her by surprise.
She let out a cry as Kellan gave her several hard smacks to her ass.
Then he paused.
“Kellan is going to take your panties off now,” Eli said. “Any objections?”
She shook her head, breathing heavily.
“Words, baby,” Eli said.
“No objections,” she said.
Kellan slid her panties down.
“Spread your legs wider,” Eli said. “Let him touch you.”
After she pushed her legs apart, Kellan cupped her pussy. She let out a low moan as he ran his fingers through her slit.
“Is she wet?” Eli asked.
“So fucking wet,” Kellan replied.
She let out a small whimper.
He pushed two fingers into her and pumped them back and forth before drawing them out and placing them over her clit, flicking it firmly.
Whimpers escaped her, filling the room.
She was so close. So close!
Then he drew his hand away and smacked her ass again. She let out a loud cry.
“Why else are you getting a spanking?” Eli asked when Kellan paused to rub her bottom.
Did he seriously expect her to think right now? Her body was a mix of pleasure and pain and it was hard to get through the fog of arousal.
“Um, for . . . for saying bad things . . . about myself.”
“That’s right. You aren’t to do that anymore,” Eli told her with a warning look. “No one says bad things about our perfect, wonderful girl.”
“I’m not, though,” she said.
“Why not?” Eli asked.
“I’m not smart enough or pretty enough or obedient enough. I can’t do everything perfectly. I trip over things or laugh too loud or dress the wrong way.” All of her worries spilled out of her.
Eli frowned and she thought he now saw it. All of her imperfections.
“Do you want to be perfect?” he asked.
“Shouldn’t I want that?” she asked. That’s what her father always wanted her to be.
A perfect daughter.
Chattel.
“Perfect sounds boring. If you were always perfect, would you have fun? Would you laugh? Would you feel? What you’re describing is numbness and obedience. It’s not life. No one is perfect. And we all make mistakes. Nobody expects that from you. Not anymore. We’re not perfect.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked.
Eli smiled. “Well, I’m close. But Kellan is far from it.”
Kellan grunted as he ran his hand over her ass. Back and forth. Why was that turning her on so much?