Page 48 of Her Devious Daddies

“So, then if I can’t move, I won’t be able to face forward. I’ll just have to keep watching you.”

“The two of you are just playing with fire today, aren’t you?” He stalked to the table.

“I’m sorry–” My apology turned into loud squeaks as he peppered my bottom cheeks with his palm.

“Keep your eyes on the poster on the wall.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Logan tugged me up on all fours. Cuffing my ankles in thick restraints, he attached them to the table. His hand snaked into my ponytail, flush against my scalp. He slapped my mound, catching my pussy lips from the size of his palm, several times in a row. “If I must repeat myself, I’m going to restrain your hands. If I have to do it again, you’ll get to be the first one to wear the brand-new toy I made last weekend. Ball gags eluded me for a while, but I’ve since perfected the process.”

“I’m sorry for sassing you, Daddy. Please don’t use a gag.”

“You’re forgiven. Why are you so interested in my conversation?”

“I’m worried. Is my Sir in trouble?”

“A little bit, but it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Thank you for the reassurance, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

I let out a breath as Logan released my hair and planted a kiss against my left temple. I dared not look behind me, but I heard the two of them talking to each other. After a few minutes that felt much longer, the two of them rejoined me at the table.

“Are you okay, Sir?” I directed my question to August.

“Yes, babygirl,” August answered. “I apologize for interrupting our scene. Sometimes I can’t stop running my mouth,” he said, chuckling. “Now, where were we?”

Parting my bottom cheeks with his hand, he teased the sensitive ring with a gloved finger. I squeaked, involuntarily clenching. The thick glass thermometer pressed to my back hole and I had zero warning before it slid into me.

“Take it out, Sir. Please?”

“Not yet. Relax.”

Several breathy moans fell from my lips as August pushed the thermometer further into my asshole. I fought to keep my limbs still. The rod stroked so many pleasurable spots inside me.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Stay nice and still while your temperature registers.”

“How much longer do I have to stay like this, Sir?” Despite the sugar-sweet tone of my wondering, his response to my question was to twirl the rod. Though it was smaller than the plug Logan bought me, the glass instrument tickled bundles of nerves.

“Until I say so.”

“Yes, Sir,” I cooed, practically purring against the table.

“I like you all sweet and subdued. Maybe Daddy should do this more often.”

“You better not,” I snipped but there was no bite to my bark. Logan responded before August even had a chance to process my snark. He reached across the bed and cracked his palm against my right ass cheek several times. If my feet weren’t bound to the bed, and August wasn’t holding a thermometer inside me, I might have kicked. “Ow!”

“Does Daddy need to teach you a lesson on how to speak respectfully?” Logan growled.

After a few tense moments of silence, I shook my head. “No, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

“You are good. But you have a naughty streak.”

“Yes, I do.” I agreed with Logan. “Thank you for reminding me that I’m good. Sometimes I forget. I’m starting to spiral in my head.”

“Easy, Karsyn. You’re always good, even when you are pushing buttons,” August added.

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