Page 60 of Her Devious Daddies

“Then I’ll tell you all the time, but you know what else I’m going to do?” I pulled back slightly so I could see his eyes.

“What are you going to do, Sir?”

“I’m going to prove it to you every day.”

August wrapped his arms around me and pressed his head into my shoulder. Soon he was sobbing. I rubbed his back while he cried, whispering encouraging words as he let out all the emotions he’d been holding inside for far too long. My heart felt so incredibly full from his reaction. Though I hated the way he viewed himself in the past, I wanted to be the one to hold him. To guide him through stressful situations that might make him question his worth.

“I love you, Sir.”

“I love you, babyboy. I’m not going anywhere.”

“What about Karsyn? She’ll probably never speak to me again.”

“She will if you tell her everything. She cares about you as much as I do, but let’s focus on us right now. Then we can talk about our girl.”

I let him mull over my words. I wasn’t making false promises. Karsyn confessed how she’d fallen for the two of us. We’d spoken at length about our own insecurities and fears. They were surprisingly like the same ones August had about the three of us. It made the situation a little harder to navigate, but not impossible.

I’d told her about my plan to get August back on the same page, reassuring him that he was very much wanted in our throuple. She backed my plan one-hundred-and-ten percent. She missed him as much as I did.

“That only makes me feel a little better. Are you still going to punish me, Sir?”

“Yes, I am. It’s what you agreed to, but also it will show you how serious I am about us. Get back into position.” I kissed his forehead again before assisting him out of my lap.

August let out a shuddering breath and bent over the couch, his arms flexing as he braced. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“That’s my good boy.” I stood up and raised the paddle into my hand. Moving behind him, I lined up the paddle to land across both of his taut butt cheeks. I aimed for one well-placed strike, allowing him to breathe through the pain. I landed several more while he drummed his feet in place. The oak paddle had very little give. He would feel it the rest of the night and likely tomorrow. Targeting his upper thighs, I dialed back the intensity.

“Ouch! I am not going to be comfortable ever again.”

“Maybe not, but you’ll learn. Won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Take your boxers off.”

August blew out a breath and peeled his boxers down to his feet and off. He stepped out of them and set them on the couch. His ass already glowed a nice rosy hue, and it would be red by the time we finished. I lifted the paddle again and struck his left butt cheek harder than before.

He yelped and bit down on his fist.

“Do you need a minute, August?”

“No, Sir.”

“Brace yourself.” Repeating the pattern on his right side, I gave him a minute to breathe before continuing. His ass showed my handiwork, and I kneaded my knuckles into the same spots I’d targeted. The feeling wouldn’t be soothing on his tender bottom.

August groaned as I finished off the punishment with several harsh slaps to his sit-spot. “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.”

I rubbed his head. “You’re welcome, babyboy. You took your punishment so well.”

“You brought up a lot of things to the surface, Sir. Things I’ve never said to anyone.”

“I understand. Do you want to talk about it or would you rather I fuck you until you can’t move?”

August looked over his shoulder at me, his gorgeous blue eyes heavy with desire. He bit down on his lip, staring. He was so fucking sexy. Usually, his lack of a reply meant he wanted me to make the decision, however he seemed to be working through something. “I’d like to do whatever you want, Sir. As long as….”

“As long as?” I prompted.

“As long as you’ll stay the night.”

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