Page 47 of Her Devious Daddies

“Thank you, Sir.” I sat on the table, not sure what else to do.

“Lay down for me.” August approached. “I’ll check your vitals, make sure you’re completely ready for our scene.” He winked.

He looked so damn sexy in his dark jeans and red polo shirt. Something about the way he stared brought heat to my face. Or maybe it was the knowledge of what he was about to do to my body.

Tingling with anticipation, I laid down on the table on my back. Logan reached me first, fiddling with the table until I was in a more seated position while August snapped on a pair of gloves. The sound made me clench, reminding me of when he stuck his finger inside the tight ring of my ass in the supply closet. He started with the non-invasive measurements first, checking my blood pressure, pulse, and then my breathing.

“I’m completely fine, Sir.”

“Yes, but you haven’t been taking enough time for yourself to relax lately, have you?” August kissed my shin.

“You’re right. I could use some sort of release.”

“Relax, babygirl. You’ll get a release,” Logan whispered.

August shook down a thick glass instrument. It almost resembled an old-fashioned thermometer, but it seemed longer.

“Hang on, Sir.” I tapped my foot against the table.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Uh, what is that?”

“It’s a thermometer. It’s smart to have a baseline reading.”

He tore open a silver packet and squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of the rod. If I wasn’t already clenching seeing the determination on his gorgeous face would have caused the same reaction. August parted my thighs, but I slammed them shut.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.”

“I like them closed.”

“Do what you were told,” Logan growled.

“No!” I snapped. Before I could say anything else, Logan manhandled me across the table so that I was face down my feet dangling off the edge. Four hard smacks bounced off both sides of my ass. He kneaded his fingers into my pillowy butt cheeks until I groaned. Several harsher slaps connected with my sit-spots and upper thighs, each one building heat.

“Daddy,” I whined.

“What color are you, darling?” Logan drawled, amusement in his tone.

“I’m green, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, stay still.” He landed another set of slaps against my heated bottom cheeks.

“You did such a good job, Sir,” August praised with a hint of sarcasm. “Our girl cooperates so much better when her sassy little ass is blushing.”

“She’s not the only one,” Logan mused.

“It’s not very nice to talk about yourself.”

Logan walked past my peripheral vision. “Step over here for a minute, August.”

August patted my hip. “Do not move, Karsyn.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I wisely said nothing else. I could wind up gagged and restrained to the table if I bratted too hard. I could tease August about his tone, however, it wasn’t the best idea. I heard Logan and August speaking in hushed whispers. Being nosy, I glanced over my shoulder.

“You were told not to move, babygirl. Not your head or your hands or any part of your body,” Logan admonished.

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