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)
This would be for all of them.
Aidan tucked his crop back into his kit before folding his arms. He looked stern and imposing, his biceps, deltoids, and pecs all bulging.
She wanted to bite him. Bite those muscles. He’d bite her back. He seemed to have found out he enjoyed leaving his mark on her. Tristan always had.
The surprise orgasm had taken the edge off, but only for a while. She needed her Masters’ hands on her. Needed both of them to hurt her and pleasure her and love her.
Tristan stood beside Aidan, his eyes roaming up and down her body. “Why are you being punished?”
Carys knew what he wanted. She cleared her throat, speaking up so the crowd could hear her. Gabe seemed to have gotten control of whatever asshole needed to learn a thing or two before he came back into a club. “Because I was a bad girl, Sir.”
Her toppiest Dom smirked. “Yes, you were, but let’s hear some specifics.”
Aidan sighed. “Be very specific. How can you learn if you don’t understand what you did wrong?”
He was getting into his role. In a way he never had before. She’d often worried she and Tris were far more invested in the lifestyle than Aidan was, but he seemed to have found his groove tonight.
It made her start to think this could work. It made her question if her anger was truly worth breaking them over.
“I forgot to address you properly,” she began.
Aidan nodded. “Ten.”
Ah, so this was how they were going to play it.
“What else?” Tristan asked.
She thought about the evening. How had she “fucked up” next. “I looked up without permission.”
“True. Five.” Tristan paused for a long, dramatic moment. “Anything else?”
Carys exhaled, anticipation and fear punching against one another in her gut. They were serious, and she had the sudden, delicious worry she might not be able to handle them. “I didn’t obey your orders, Sirs.”
Aidan nodded. “Be specific. How many orders?”
They weren’t giving her a damn inch. “I’m not exactly sure, Sir.”
Tristan shrugged. “If you don’t give me a number, I’m going to say twenty and use that to calculate.”
Carys licked her lips as her brain worked furiously. They’d ordered her to kneel at least twice. Did it count as one order, repeated, or two? They’d also told her to strip, and she’d obeyed in the end, but only because they’d helped her. Then Tristan told her to cover up, and given she was still naked with her thong stuffed into her pussy in a weird, sexy wedgie, she hadn’t obeyed. Finally, he’d told her to spread her pussy so he could look at her. She’d tried, but again failed.
She could say three. Knees, cover up, pussy on display.
It was risky, because what if he counted each time he’d told her to kneel as one order? He’d given the command at least twice. And what if he was counting the strip command, since technically she hadn’t done it? He’d been the one to remove her corset.
“Ten, Sir,” she said softly.
Tristan stilled. “Ten? You sure?”
She tried to project some kind of confidence. “Yes, Sir. I rounded up, but I’m sure.”
He studied her. “Fifty.”
In addition to the fifteen she was already getting or total?
“There’s one more,” Aidan said, warning in his tone.
How could she possibly forget? She was still shaking a bit on the inside from how she could feel both of their hands on her pussy, their fingers tangling together as they rubbed her clit. She hadn’t been able to hold back. “Yes, Sir. I came without permission.”
“Yes, you did.” Tristan gripped her chin, forcing her head up. “Did you know how close you were?”
“No. I didn’t realize I was so…” Hungry. Needy. Ready. She wasn’t sure which word to use because they were all correct.
There was a look in her Dom’s eyes. Almost like pain.
“It’s been too long since I gave you what you need.” The years he’d been away were there, stamped on his handsome face.
She was already softening toward him. She’d been here with Aidan, their physical presence a connection to who they’d been. He’d been utterly alone. “What we both need.”
Tris moved in, kissing her cheek and then her mouth. “I need you so much. So much I can’t stand it, brat.”
With that he adjusted the restraints quickly, loosening the straps that bound her to the frame. She could suddenly stand easily and her arms weren’t taut above her head. But he also didn’t take her down, indicating he wasn’t going to put her over a lap. He wanted to give her more freedom of movement but he wasn’t letting her free.
Tris turned back to the audience. “One more tip. Don’t be afraid to be tender and affectionate. Only assholes think a good Dom is strict all the time.”
He let a long moment pass. Another form of torture.