“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.”
“But you said you would give me whatever I needed, I just had to ask.”
“But you didn’t ask, did you? You made Daddy guess. If you’d asked me if you could come straight from the get-go then you’d already have come and Daddy would be cleaning you up.”
“Damn it,” she muttered.
“Read,” he commanded.
“Dear Lord, can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He licked up along her thigh.
“Okay. Okay. Here goes.” She cleared her throat.
“Lean over the hay bale,” Jonty ordered.
Mars had already put a blanket over the hay. Always thoughtful.
Tase had brought the plug and lube. Yeah, that wasn’t so thoughtful.
Jonty was the undisputed leader of their little family. Firm but fair. He always got the final say.
Tase was the disciplinarian. Quieter than the other two and more serious. She couldn’t get away with much if Tase was around.
Mars was the sweetheart. The indulgent one. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Although right now, he wasn’t looking all that indulgent. His face was stern. His arms were crossed over his chest. She gave him a pleading look. Surely, he’d argue on her behalf. He’d done it before when it came to discipline. When he turned to Jonty, she felt the knot in her stomach unravel slightly. She really didn’t want to feel the crop on her poor bottom.
“Should we plug her before she’s disciplined?” Mars asked. “Or after?”
Disbelief filled her. He didn’t just say that, right? He couldn’t have.
“Let’s plug her first. Tase, you can plug her. Mars would you like be the one to discipline her since you’re the one she disobeyed?” Jonty asked casually.
“Yes, I would.”
Lily felt the cheeks of her bottom being drawn apart. Tase pressed a lubed finger inside her bottom, stretching her, getting her ready for the plug.
Finally, she realized how serious they were.
And that she was in deep, deep trouble.
“Put the eReader down, Mari-girl,” he commanded. Gratefully, she dropped it to the side. She was scarcely able to read, she was so turned on.
Marisol started to whimper as her need grew. Her nipples were tight buds as Linc sucked on her clit, his finger moving from her pussy down to her asshole.
“Please I can’t . . . I can’t. . .”
He pressed his finger against the puckered bud, and she came with a scream, her entire body shuddering from the explosions. He continued to lap at her, bringing her down from her high. Then he lifted himself up over her body, peering down at her with a grin. “That was fun.”
Fun wasn’t the word she would use.
“We’ll have to do that again.”
She groaned. It was official. He was trying to kill her with orgasms.