Page 22 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

"It was just for the picture. Nothing else. The moment I saw Ella enter the club, I knew we got what we wanted. We didn’t fuck Paris.” Logan stares deeply into my eyes with such conviction and sincerity, but a part of me is still feeling hurt.

“Do you believe us?” Nicky asks quietly, and I swear he stops breathing as he presses firmly against my back.

I probably shouldn’t but I do believe them. I’d do anything to protect each of my guys. Anything. I might be forgiving easily, but my mind races as I think of ways to punish them for keeping things behind my back. Teach them both a lesson to never lie to me again.

I relax my body completely against Nicky, staring at Logan as I nod my head. Both of them let out a relieved exhale, and Logan strokes his hand up and down my thigh like he can’t help but put his hands on me.

I expect them to let me go, untie the gag, but no. They don’t do either of that. When am I going to learn that they always do the unexpected?

Nicky slides farther back in the lounge chair and his spread legs end up on either side with his feet planted on the ground. I squeak behind the gag as Logan yanks me forward into his chest, his big body straddling the end of the lounger. I struggle, quickly catching myself with my hands on his thighs. I look up in surprise and notice the glimmer of desire in his gaze, my own body tightening in lust.

“Arch your back, pet. Did you think I forgot about what you did to my car? My stick shift smells like both of you.” Nicky’s tone is sinister, deliciously seductive, and I know he’s talking about mine and Tey’s cum on the gearshift in his car.

My thighs try to close as I feel Logan start to drag my yoga pants over my ass. He counters my move, his big hands stopping me and spreading me wide open. He lifts me like it's nothing as he positions me how he wants with my face in his lap and my ass in Nicky’s face. It makes me hot and achy at the strength he displays.

“I think she needs a beating on this juicy ass so she can’t sit for a week.” Logan exchanges a wicked smile with Nicky over my shoulder, and I try not to wiggle my hips when the humid air licks over my exposed, naked ass, wanting their hands on me.

“Brat,” Nicky mutters, groaning lightly as he rubs the palms of his hands up and down my already red ass. “What were you up to this morning, Tillie? Your skin is flushed a pretty blush color. Did Dom spank you?”

My breathing becomes heavy. I’m practically panting and can’t look away from Logan’s face. His eyes darken to a shade of brown instead of his usual honeyed gaze. He’s turned on by this power play, his breathing is just as rapid as mine.

“Did he fuck these lips?” Logan asks, skimming his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip, smearing the drool escaping from the gag until my mouth is wet and glossy.

I shake my head slowly, eyes widening as I feel Nicky’s fingers traveling lower between my spread legs, petting my pussy with his skilled fingers in three quick strokes. I drop my head back, moaning hoarsely as he spreads the wetness leaking out of my pussy all over my lips and clit. Logan tilts my chin with his index finger so I’m looking up at his face, where he can see every emotion that overcomes me.

“Yes or no?” He holds my stare as I shake my head from side to side.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his thumb and index finger gripping my chin as my eyes flutter when Nicky drags his fingers around my entrance, continuing until he’s circling my asshole. He spreads my wetness around and around, torturing me as my legs start to shake.

“Right here, pet?” Nicky purrs, his voice so intense that it vibrates in my bones and leaves me squirming in his hold.

“Hmm,” I mumble around the gag, my back arching more until he can see all of me from my glistening pussy to my asshole—that’s still sore and probably red from earlier.

“Naughty, pet. You’re going to take ten smacks on the ass. One, for fucking in my car without me, and…” Nicky trails off and Logan picks right up from where he left off.

“And for letting Dom fuck your ass without sharing with the rest of us.” Logan winks and chuckles deeply at my expression, my eyes wide as my body trembles with desire.

My fingernails dig into Logan’s thick, strong thighs when the first slap comes without warning on my left ass cheek, making me cry out around the gag. My cries are muffled, sounding tortuous and deliciously taboo. The smack against my ass echoes around the pool room, loud with each spanking.

“One,” Nicky says, his tone hard and deep that it’s almost hard to understand, but I know he’s just as turned on as I am.

His thighs are tight with restrained tension on either side of mine, his hand rubbing over the sore spot he smacked with a gentle touch. It’s completely different from when he slaps my butt; hard and unyielding, then soothing, as if to ground me and heal the part of me that throbs from his touch.

I expected him to smack my right butt cheek next, but he surprises me, slapping back down on the burning left one that makes my eyes sting.

“Two.” Logan takes over counting for Nicky, his focus completely on me, hyperaware of every emotion that plays on my face from the grimace of pain that turns into pleasure as my nostrils flare with the next smack. My eyes are wide and locked on his, even when I want to close them from the feelings sweeping through my body. “Whatever you just did, she liked that. Do it again,” Logan demands, his chest rapidly moving up and down as he watches.

I moan around the gag as Nicky slaps me on my right thigh, really fucking close to my dripping wet pussy. He has to feel the slickness coating my thighs when he hits them with the palm of his hand, feeling them quivering under his touch. I zone out, moaning and grunting as my body is shoved forward with each smack, but I push back, silently asking for more. I’m beginning to wonder if I can come from this alone. My whole body is tight, shaking, and I’m so close to slipping over the edge as my pussy flutters around nothing.

“Eight. This is your punishment, Tillie,” Nicky mutters darkly, his tone seeping with thick desire. I scream around the gag as he smacks my pussy, gripping me and grinding his fingers over my clit. Logan leans forward and slams his mouth over mine, his teeth grabbing hold of my bottom lip and biting down hard enough that it stings for a second. He draws blood but quickly laps it up, stroking his tongue along the small cut until I’m moaning with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Ten.” Nicky is panting heavily behind me, his breath sawing in and out like he’s been running for miles.

I know it’s coming but I still tense and wait with my breath held as his hand smacks my pussy again, slapping my lips so hard that I can hear the squelch of my wetness. My body spasms, shaking so hard as I come, gushing onto his hand as he furiously rubs my clit. My scream of pleasure is muffled by the gag and Logan’s lips sliding over mine as he cups my face in his big hands. My vision is blurry and my hearing is muffled. I slowly come to as Nicky rubs my ass cheeks with soothing strokes before he leans forward, the lounge chair creaking as he kisses my butt. Pulling away, he slips my yoga pants back up and starts to untie his makeshift gag from my mouth as Logan helps me sit up.

What are these guys doing to me?! I never want to let go of this feeling, and I don’t care if that makes me greedy. Good thing I have five men to keep giving me the attention I’ve always craved and to keep me satisfied.

“Baby girl, say it,” Logan commands with that authoritative tone that makes me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time.

“Your slut,” I say with an exhale, sinking back into Nicky’s arms like liquid jello.

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