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)
“Time for your punishment.” Tristan’s voice was back to cool and stern, but his hand was hot as he stroked her back and ass.
“First we get rid of these.” Aidan grabbed her thong and yanked it down.
She gasped as the wet fabric was jerked away from her pussy. Her clit throbbed and she moaned.
Aidan crouched down, helping her step out of her underwear. He grabbed her ass with one big hand and used the hold to steady himself as he stood, but not before he’d taken a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Once he was upright, he petted her butt with a feather-light touch that made her sure her ass was in for it.
“If you’re spanking your sub for punishment, it’s your job to make sure you keep it simple, so all they have to focus on is the punishment,” Tristan explained.
It was clear Tris was in teaching mode, but Carys lost her train of thought as Aidan casually cupped and fondled her breasts with one hand.
“Ordering your sub to remain still or hold a stress position for their punishment can be useful, but they’ll have to concentrate on more than their submission and the sensations from the spanking,” Tristan said in an academic tone. If she hadn’t had tenderness with him the moment before, she might have thought he was detached. “And you check their ass for heat levels. Most importantly, you fucking ask. Communication. It works wonders.”
Carys wanted to smile, but Aidan was pinching and rolling her nipples with pressure that was too light. She wanted it harder. It was building again, the minor orgasm they’d given her all used up. She needed more.
“You have two options for this setup.” Tris gestured to the frame. “Either you also bring a chair or a bench of some kind, and you put your sub over your knee. Or, you can keep her standing, arms restrained. But you need to hold her in place. Give her something to push against so she can concentrate on the spanking. If you’re boring, you could restrain her again on the frame. I have another idea for holding my sub in place while my partner spanks her.”
Tristan’s hand slid between her legs. Carys spread her feet, welcoming the feel of his hot, hard hand. She wasn’t sure what he was planning, but she was going with it.
He palmed her pussy, almost massaging it.
“You earned sixty-five spanks,” her Dom said.
Carys didn’t bother to hide her wince. This was going to hurt.
The wince became a smile. The hurt would lead her somewhere magical.
“Thank you, Sirs.”
Aidan brushed back her hair. “You think I’m going to go easy on you since it’s been a while?”
It had been so long, and never like this. “No, Sir. At least, I hope not.”
His hand rested on the small of her back, right above her ass.
“You’re going to count them. Loud enough so everyone can hear.” Aidan’s lips brushed her hair. “Loud enough to make sure everyone in the club looks over here and watches us spank your sweet ass.”
Carys’s mouth went dry with arousal, and it took everything she had to stay still and patient, her body sandwiched between the two of them.
“What I’m about to do helps if you have a partner, though I assure you all I could do it on my own if I had to. Part of being in the kind of relationship I’m in with my subs is understanding that every now and then, one of us won’t be around. We have to lean on each other. So she’s never alone.” There was a deep tone to his voice that gave away the emotion he was feeling. Tristan had obviously felt their distance, too. Felt the miles and minutes and hours and days. He straightened up. “I’m going to use my sub’s pussy to keep her still.”
A thrill of…fear…arousal…plain WTF…went through Carys.
“Since you can’t see, I’ll tell you. I’m going to put two fingers deep in my sub’s very nice pussy.” Tristan matched action to words, his index and middle fingers first parting her labia. His hand slid down, fingertips finding her entrance.
He thrust two fingers up into her. Hard and deep. Filling her and possessing her.
This position put the heel of his hand right against her clit. His index and pinkie fingers rested along the outside of her labia.
Tristan curled his fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot, and Carys moaned, leaning against him. He pressed in again, forcing her ass back and up slightly. It felt like heaven.
“Louder,” her Dom demanded. He ground his palm against her clit, his fingers curling inside her in a tiny come here finger curl.
Carys let out a high, stuttering moan of pleasure.
“Now I control her lower body.” Tristan brought Carys two baby steps forward. This was why he’d adjusted the overhead hold. Now she could bend over a bit. He used her pussy as a handle to move her around until she was right where he wanted her—bent over, ass out, pussy throbbing with need.