“Suck,” he orders, pushing the digit into my mouth. “It’ll help stop your ears popping,” he tells me, a devilish grin on his face that turns heated as I suck his thumb deeper, swirling my tongue around it.
He brings my own thumb up to his lips, kissing the tip before taking it into his mouth and copying my movements.
Fucking hell.
Shockwaves of electric pleasure zing from my neck, clit, and thumb until I feel like I’m a ball of energy, pulsing and sparking, ready to electrocute everyone on this damn aircraft. As the plane starts to even out, Kai chooses that moment to push two fingers inside me, crooking them to rub against my G-spot.
I cry out, letting go of Ash’s thumb as I fracture into a thousand pieces, liquid rushing out of my lower lips, which Kai drinks up like it’s the finest wine. My free hand grasps Ash’s forearm, my nails digging into his suit clad forearms as I come all over his friend’s face.
I stand there, shuddering and twitching, my eyes closed, whilst I come down from the Heavens.
“Good girl,” Ash huskily whispers, having let my thumb drop from his mouth. I crack my eyes when he steps away, and see him take off his tie. “Hands out, Princess.”
“W–what?” I question, still lost in my orgasm high, my voice coming out a little rough.
A sharp tap lands across my pussy, making me gasp in pain and pleasure, my thighs instinctively clenching. I look down, and Kai is resting back on his heels, a hard look in his eyes, his hand hovering over my dripping cunt.
Sir is in the room, I see.
“You were not given permission to speak or question our orders,” he tells me sharply, his voice threaded through with heated disapproval. “Now, apologise to Ash, and do as he says.”
I look back up into Ash’s smug face, waiting until his eyes narrow, knowing that he loves the brat in me. I think I may push it today.
“Make me,” I challenge, raising a brow and tilting my head, my own smirk tugging my lips up.
CHAPTERTWO
LILLY
Ash’s nostrils flare, but excitement lights a fire in his eyes as he roughly grabs my wrists, bringing them in front of me lightning fast, and tying them together with his tie in one of his signature complicated knots. It’s so quick that I don’t have time to argue, let alone stop him. Okay, who am I kidding? I don’t exactly try to stop him either.
Yanking me so hard that I stumble in my heels, he sits on the end of the bed and pulls me down so that I’m lying across his knees, my bare arse in the air, my bound hands hanging down in front of me. His suit trousers are of the finest quality fabric, but even so, they chafe my sensitised nipples as I squirm against his hold.
My face heats with a mixture of anger and lust as he strokes and caresses my backside.
“Naughty, disobedient princesses are taught their manners when they forget them,” he tells me, his voice a husky growl, threaded with arousal that sends a shudder running through my body, ending at my pulsing mound. “And how to follow orders.”
His hand leaves my rear, and I look to the side to see Kai and Loki standing there, hunger written across their faces, their eyes devouring my submissive position. Both boys have tented trousers, their hands held rigidly at their sides, fists clenched.
Loki uncurls one fist, taking his phone out of his pocket, his eyes lowering as his fingers fly over the screen.Do I Wanna Know?by the Arctic Monkeys comes over the speakers, the beat resounding in the pit of my stomach.
Suddenly, a loud crack sounds in the room, and I gasp at the sharp pain that spreads across my lower left cheek. I squirm in Ash’s lap, my nails digging into my palms as desire starts to replace the anger within me, although not fully.
Another hit lands on the right globe, and this time, I almost rise to meet it, relishing in the pleasure-pain that it gives me. A third punishing smack makes my arse cheeks burn, and I moan, hanging my head, heady acceptance flooding my veins as I give myself over to the punishment.
I’m panting, my heart racing in time to the beat of the song as Ash continues his assault on my arse, his palm landing time and time again until my buttocks are burning and throbbing, and my cheeks are wet with tears.
His hand stills, after more hits than I could count, resting on my hot smarting backside.
“Ready to apologise, Princess?” he asks in a rasping voice. He’s breathing hard, and the evidence of his arousal is pressing against my waist. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t make me even wetter, moisture dripping between my thighs.
I hope it stains his trousers.
Guess he didn’t quite beat the brat out of me. But then again, that’s our game. He enjoys the challenge as much as I do.
“I–I’m sorry, sir,” I gasp out, my voice croaky.
“Good girl,” he replies, eliciting a hiss from my lips as he caresses my tender behind. “I’m glad to see that you’ve learnt your lesson well, Princess. Loki, Kai,” he says gruffly, and the snick of a drawer opening soon follows after his words.