I crawled up his legs and sat on his thighs, took his semi-erect cock in hand then daintily applied my tongue in a long stroke that wound its way up his shaft. I thought about putting my mouth over him but watching it grow in my hand was just as good.
“So, you’ve decided you’re well enough to be paddled?”
“I decided”—I ducked and favored him with a small suck then stopped—“that since you’re both being slow at this sex stuff, including my attack puppy there.” I sent Cassius a nod. “I’d start things. I’m going to get you hard then ride you while I get myself off.”
Hulk looked exceptionally dubious, his mouth set in a straight line, though I detected a twitch, as if a smile threatened.
“Did she call me her attack puppy?” Cassius sat up straight like a vampire from a coffin. He swiped his hands over his face.
Hulk laughed. “She did. What should we do with her?”
Deviously, I leaned down and began to give a vigorous BJ. The doctor grunted and put his hands behind his head, but Cassius did what I’d hoped. He lunged for me, and I released my captive piece of man-meat and attempted a dodge, despite my giggle.
He pinned me down, hauled me over his lap, then yanked down the shorts. He let out a loud groan. “Finally, I get to spank this again.”
“Heyyy.” I shot him a glare. “That’s mine now, you defaulted.”
“Fuck. I need tickets to this show.” Hulk prodded the side of my hip with his foot. “How many clamps do you think will fit on her?”
“A few hundred,” Cassius growled. “It says here…” On my bare skin, he traced his fingers over the brand, “PROPERTY OF HULK AND PRIEST.” Then he smacked my ass, once. “Sit still for this, or else.”
“Wait. Bend her over the bed, and let me get her mouth on me, first.”
They tied my wrists at my back with a belt before positioning me. I was essentially gagged by what was shoved in my mouth, and it had become nicely erect and hard. The first smacks made me gasp around Hulk, and he jammed himself deeper.
“A warning, Miss Charity. If you bite me, far worse things will be inside you. There is a handy broom handle outside the door, for one.”
I was turned on but also a bit worried he was being truthful. I was never sure with Hulk.
Another ten spanks had that glow starting, the one that spread from my rear and through my lower body in a burn of pleasure and pain.
The doctor slid off the bed, muttering about needing those clamps and a chain for the ceiling.
Cassius stopped and seemed to be waiting. Me, I panted into the quilt with my eyes closed, while quietly trying to press my clit to the bedding.
This was my first spanking after being made undead, or made more alive, or whatever it was I was now…
The future was bright after all, despite the murder, havoc, and gunfights that no doubt lay ahead.
As I drifted, I thought about how I could use Hulk for his name now. I loved that name. It rolled off my tongue.
We were a perfect threesome.
Hulk the big, deadly, sadistic, yet kind man.
Cassius, my attack puppy. He’d found another belt, and I heard the tinkle of the buckle a second before he thrashed the leather across both cheeks. I gasped and buried my face in the bedding, stuck my rear just a little higher. All the better to make myself a target.
“Mmmm. Pretty in red.” He stepped in to feel where he’d marked me and pinch me until I jerked away and swore.
There was Hulk, Cassius, and there was me, the one with the insatiable curiosity and the ability to stab herself when needed.
Undead Vigilantes R Us.
I smiled at my silliness. Beneath my wacky sense of humor was a sincere appreciation of how well we suited each other. I knew now that living without them would devastate me. We were three people who complemented each other, and we loved each other to—dare I say it—the ends of the Earth.
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