Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Nooo!” she cried, stomping her foot on the floor.
Spencer raised an eyebrow as he returned with a large anal plug and some lube. “Is that any way to behave, young lady?”
Urgh.
She did not like being called young lady. It made her feel like a naughty school girl being called into the principal’s office.
Which was actually one of Spencer’s favorite role plays. With him as the principal, of course.
It wasn’t fair how she never got to spank them.
“I want to lodge a protest.”
Spencer snorted. “Denied.”
“You are so mean.”
“Noted. Over the edge of the bed, part those cheeks.”
She groaned. So. Mean.
Spencer couldn’t deny that he was turned on.
His dick was pressing against his pants as he kneeled behind their girl and squirted some lube on his fingers.
This was punishment. But that didn’t mean that her butt wasn’t sexy as hell.
God, she was gorgeous.
He still didn’t understand how she was his. How he’d gotten this fucking lucky.
He pressed a finger into her ass, pushing it in and out. Then he added another finger, stretching her. This wasn’t the first time she’d taken his fingers or a plug. They were so close taking her ass.
However, he knew what she really wanted was for Rock to fuck her. She’d dropped plenty of hints. But Rock was hesitant. He was nervous about hurting her.
“That’s it. Stay nice and relaxed for Dada. You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Princess?”
He slid his fingers from her hole. God, he was practically salivating at the thought of fucking her.
“I don’t think a princess should be punished.”
“Well, this princess has people who love her so much that they can’t stand the idea of something happening to her. And they will do anything to keep her safe, including spanking her bottom when she puts herself in danger.”
She grumbled, but didn’t argue as he pushed the plug into her bottom.
Fuck.
So hot.
“Right, up you get, and into the corner. I want that bottom nicely on display,” he ordered.
He watched her move, then headed into the bathroom to clean up. Reaching down, he squeezed his dick.
“Behave,” he told it.
Walking back into the bedroom, he found her in the corner but not quite in position.
“Push that hot bottom out,” he commanded.
She mumbled something but pushed her bottom out, so he decided to ignore her grumbling.
Wasn’t he kind?
“Come here, Princess,” he called out after ten minutes had passed. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He felt like he was going to explode.
She turned and he crooked a finger at her. She moved slowly toward him and he reached out, grasping her around the hips to pull her onto his lap so she straddled him.
He cupped her chin in his hand. “No more hoverboard. Understand?”
“Yes, Dada,” she mumbled.
“Good girl.”
He’d be getting rid of it anyway. No point in risking temptation.
“I don’t want anything to happen to my girl.” He cupped her mound, he could feel how warm she was, her wetness coated the palm of his hand.
Fuck.
He slowly pushed his finger deep inside her warm passage. She clenched down around him.
“Spencer!” she cried.
He teased her. Slow and sure. He played with her clit, then drew back to thrust his fingers in deep.
All too soon she was shaking on his lap. Trembling.
But he wasn’t going to let her come.
Then her stomach grumbled, reminding him that they hadn’t eaten lunch.
A good reminder before he got carried away.
He drew his fingers from her pussy and sucked on them. She stared at him hungrily.
“Please,” she begged.
“Oh no,” he told her, picking her up and carrying her out of the room. “It’s time for lunch.”
“But I want to come,” she cried. “And I don’t have pants on.”
“Good,” Slade said as they entered the dining area. “Otherwise I’d need to take them off.”
Slade was sitting at the table with his laptop in front of him. He got up and stripped down his pants and boxers. Spencer handed her over to the other man. Slade settled her on his lap, drawing her slowly down onto his dick.
Spencer watched as her face flushed with pleasure.
So beautiful.
His girl.
Theirs.
“Stay still,” Slade commanded, lightly slapping her thigh as she squirmed. “Rock is going to feed you and you’re going to eat every bite while sitting on my dick without moving.”
She moaned. “You’re so mean, Daddy.”
“Am I? Or do you like this?” Because he could feel her breathing growing faster. And the way she kept squirming told him she was turned on. “You know we love you, right, Boo?”
“I know,” she said.
“And if there is ever anything we do that you don’t like, you just have to say your safeword.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her smile was so beautiful. “I know. I don’t want to use it.”
Good. Because he didn’t want to stop.
Slade glanced over as Quaid walked into the room, carrying Hope.
“Is she all right?” Indie asked, her concern for her baby overtaking everything else.