Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Yeah, baby, we’re all those things. And we’re still the lucky ones.” Steele shook her lightly. “Because you’re all of that and more.”
“I’m not,” she whispered.
Steele narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. You are. And we’ll say it until you believe it. Until you know it.”
“Until Nan is gone from your head forever,” Grady added.
Lord. That sounded amazing. Even if she still didn’t believe it.
“Time for your spanking,” Steele said.
“You don’t need to spank me. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said quickly.
“Effie said that we wouldn’t want to see her naked. That there was nothing good about her naked body.”
She glared at Steele. “Tattletale.”
He just stared back at her steadily. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing!” she blurted out.
“Sounds like someone needs to spend the day naked,” Grady mused.
What? No!
“I’ll take the spanking!” she said quickly.
Both of them eyed her.
“This time, it’s a spanking. Next time, you spend the day naked. I think Grady will have some fun tying you up and playing with you. You ever been edged?” Steele asked.
Her eyes widened.
“Even if she hasn’t, I’d say she knows what it is,” Grady commented.
“I . . . um, I’ve never experienced it. But I’ve read books with it, and I really don’t think I want to experience it.”
Grady just smiled.
That smile was pure evil. And she felt it in her pussy.
Yikes.
“I don’t think I like that smile.” She pointed at Grady.
“You like this smile.”
Damn him. She so did.
“Just like you really want to know what it’s like to be edged. Or you’d be using your safeword. Or telling us no.”
“You know it’s no fun when you’re all logical and stuff.” She pouted.
Grady let out a chuckle that had her melting.
Shoot. All these guys had to do was laugh or smile or say something sweet, and she was putty in their hands.
“Not fair. I wish I had that ability.”
“What ability is that, baby?” Steele asked.
“To make you putty in my hands.”
They shared a look.
“You don’t think we’re putty in your hands?” Steele asked gruffly. “Do fucking anything for you, baby. Anything.”
“All I think about is you. What is Effie doing? Is she safe? Warm? Is her back hurting?” Grady said.
“Is she eating properly? Getting enough water to drink,” Steele added. “Is she happy? Sad?”
She sucked in a breath at their words.
“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you, Effie, except hurt you or stay away from you. Get me?” Steele demanded.
Yeah. She thought she was starting to get them.
“You’re both my putty.”
“Total putty,” Grady agreed.
Of course, that didn’t make them pushovers, they wouldn’t just start giving in to everything she wanted. Otherwise, she’d be able to demand no spankings.
Only you don’t really want that, do you?
“Now we’ve got that settled, you’re still getting a spanking,” Steele told her. “Five for yesterday. Five for lying earlier. And now ten for talking badly about yourself.”
“I don’t think Putty spanks.”
“Oh, Putty definitely spanks,” Steele replied firmly. “Putty knows he has the world in his arms and he makes sure that world knows she’s fucking everything. Putty also protects that world with everything he has.”
“You know, Putty is an interesting name.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Grady warned. “If we have children, one of them will not be called Putty.”
What a party pooper.
She was thinking it could be a whole thing. Putty, Slimy, Doughy.
Hmm, maybe not slimy. They might get called Slimy Wimy.
Wait . . . kids. They had thought about kids?
“You guys want kids?”
“Probably too soon for this conversation, but yeah. Down the track, we might want kids. If you’d want that?” Steele said carefully.
“Yeah,” she said huskily. “I’d want that.”
“Sweetheart?” Grady queried. “That wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”
She sniffled. “Everything makes me leak at the moment. It’s awful.”
“Poor baby,” Steele crooned.
Something else he just said occurred to her.
“Wait. Twenty spanks? Are you kidding me?”
He had to be kidding, right? Had he seen the size of his hands? They were like paddles. There was no way she could handle a spanking from him.
Steele let go of her hips and patted his lap. “Nope. Now, over you go.”
She couldn’t just climb over his lap . . . right?
But the way he was staring at her told her that he expected just that.
“Let me help you.” Grady held out a hand to her.
“So kind,” she said sarcastically.
“I thought so.”
Jesus.
Nerves filled her, but there was also an edge of excitement. This was what she’d wanted for so long. Someone to surrender to. Who would love her as she was, quirks and all. Someone to protect and cherish her. Who would help ease the load.
Someone who’d care for her enough to correct her when she disobeyed.
Only, it seemed she didn’t do things by halves and she had two someones.
So she took Grady’s hand, who stood to help her over Steele’s lap.
“I’m going to bare your bottom,” Steele told her.
She stiffened. “What?”
“I only give spankings on the bare. Unless we’re talking about warning taps.”