Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
His fingers slipped between her outer labia, the warm, slick flesh cradling him. Her thighs, pressed together, kept his hand in place.
She ground down on him, hips shifting as she tried to rub her clit against his hand.
“Spread,” he commanded. “Enough so I have easy access to this pussy.”
She adjusted until her feet were a little more than shoulder width apart. He dropped his hand away from her sex.
Then gave her pussy a friendly spank.
Tristan had been behind her the whole time, and now he chuckled. “I think she’s definitely ready to move on.”
Carys groaned, her head tipping back against Tristan’s shoulder, her knees tilting to the side, spreading her thighs wider and forcing her hips forward.
When her pussy was spanked, she didn’t clamp her legs together. She spread them, offering her sweet flesh up for more. There was his sweet sub, and he realized what they’d been missing. Sex was good between them, but this was more. This was a connection they’d been missing.
Aidan reached between her legs once more, but now his fingers were gentle. He molded the wet fabric of her thong against her pussy, making sure it clung to every fold and contour.
Tristan moved in, his hand sliding against Aidan’s as he traced Carys’s clit with gentle fingers. His fingers slid along Tris’s, reminding him in a visceral way that he wasn’t alone.
He’d been so alone.
She arched her back, pulling against the restraints.
“Does that feel good?” Tristan asked.
“Yes, Sir,” came the breathy reply.
Then it was time to shake her up. “And this?”
Aidan carefully scraped her clit with his nail.
Carys let out a shocked sound that was almost a scream.
He did it again.
Carys came. He felt the warm rush of her arousal against his fingers. He hadn’t dreamed she was that close. He doubted she knew she was so close because if she had, she would have warned him.
Tristan stepped back, frowning.
Aidan moved to join him, forming a solid front. “Did you come, sub?”
“Just a little one, Sir.”
Tristan snorted. “And little orgasms don’t count?”
“That sounds fair to me, Sir.” Carys’s cheeks and chest were flushed, her hips moving restlessly. That really had been a minor orgasm because she didn’t look satiated and satisfied. She looked like she was already on the edge again. Right where they wanted her.
“Did she just, uh, orgasm from being punished?” The question came from the audience.
Aidan couldn’t tell who had said it, but he bet it was one of the newbies because he heard Gabe start in on a low-voiced lecture about how to behave during a scene.
Aidan simply snorted. They’d come to learn. They were about to. “That wasn’t her punishment.”
Carys’s eyes widened but she didn’t look totally surprised.
Aidan picked up the crop he’d dropped earlier, watching his sub as her eyes tracked the movement of his hand.
He whipped the crop through the air, quick enough that it made a soft whistling sound. Carys took deep breaths, her posture softening.
Her shoulders dropped down and back, her fingers lovingly curled rather than gripping the strap above her cuffs.
He looked to Tristan, who was still standing there watching. Tris gave him a nod, telling him they were ready for the next part of their well laid-out plan. Aidan carefully flicked her nipples with the tip of the crop.
“You’re going to crop her breasts?” someone in the audience asked. Except it wasn’t merely a question. It was an accusation.
Aidan bit back a chuckle because Gabe was going to lose his shit on this new group. Someone was getting kicked out. Aidan simply snorted and thought about telling the newbie that if he pulled some macho, protective bullshit and tried to “save” Carys, it wasn’t Aidan or Tris he’d have to worry about. Carys would kick his ass herself.
“As a punishment? Nope. This is for fun.” He added a smack to the underside of each breast. The sound of leather on flesh echoed.
Aidan looked at his sub, and despite how deep in subspace she was, she met his gaze. Her eyes flicked to the audience and then back to him.
Tristan reached out and gently forced her chin up so she could look at him. “What do you think your punishment is going to be, love?”
She was almost naked in front of a crowd, had orgasmed right here in what was essentially public, but if she was bothered by it, he couldn’t tell. She was strong and proud, and her lips curled up ever so slightly as she replied. “Spanking, Sir. It’s going to be a spanking.”
“And you’re ready?” Aidan asked, already knowing her answer.
“Yes, Sirs. I’m ready.”
Aidan’s cock twitched in his leathers, and he realized he was ready, too. Ready to start this brand new, utterly fascinating part of their lives.
Chapter Eleven
A spanking. They were going to give her a proper spanking, not just a casual swat to her ass as Aidan passed her in the kitchen. Even the one last night didn’t count because their hearts hadn’t been in it. They’d been doing it for her, getting nothing from it themselves.