Page 28 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

“Are you trying to earn yourself a spanking?” Roark sits up with a dark, dominant glitter in his brown eyes. His beard can’t hide the way his mouth is turned down in a stern frown.

“Do you think I need one?”

“Oh, very much, little girl. Always.”

I let out a squeak of apprehension. “Daddy Cameron, do you think Daddy Roark should spank me?”

Cameron’s grin is evil as he says, “You’ll warm my cock while Daddy Roark spanks you, baby girl.”

Oh, fuck, now I’m in trouble. They want me to be completely still for spankings. But if I’m impaled by Cameron’s cock, I won’t be able to keep from wiggling around. My ass is going to be so sore by the end of this.

Cameron lies back and grips the base of his dick. “Don’t look so scared, baby girl. Your daddies are going to take good care of you.”

“You’re going to spank me when I move,” I say.

“We’re going to spank you anyway,” Roark points out.

I put my linked hands on Cameron’s chest to balance as I swing a leg over to straddle him.

“Fuck, I love seeing you in handcuffs, baby,” he says as I slowly sink down on his cock.

I whimper at the fullness. How does it feel so good every single time? Both of these men fill me in the most perfect ways, whether they’re taking my pussy, my mouth, or my ass.

“I love seeing Daddy Cameron filling you up, sweetheart,” Roark says. “It’s so hot how his cock stretches you out.”

I can feel that stretch, but I’d feel it a lot better if I could lift up and move back down again.

As if he can sense what I’m about to do, Cameron shakes his head. “Don’t move. You have to lean forward and keep still for your spanking.”

“I don’t wanna,” I say.

He reaches up and touches my pouty lower lip. “Too bad, baby girl.”

Roark presses on my back, lowering me until my nipples brush against Cameron’s chest. The chain on my handcuffs clinks as I scramble to keep myself stable. Cameron’s cock gives a pulse of movement within me, teasing me with motion.

Roark’s hand comes down on my ass. He doesn’t have to warm me up gently like he did a little that night we met, but the first spanks don’t hurt too terribly much. They never do. We discovered that our punishment sessions are less about pain and more about my vulnerable position and the light humiliation of being spanked by my daddies.

My pussy clenches at the contact, though, every time his hand delivers a swat.

“Mmm, I love the way you squeeze me,” Cameron murmurs. “How’s her ass looking, Roark?”

“Fucking beautiful, nice and pink,” Roark says. He leans over to get something, and I hear the snapping sound of a photo being taken. He holds out his phone so Cameron and I can see.

My pussy clenches again as I look at the image—the base of Cameron’s cock is barely visible because he’s stuffed so far into me. My ass cheeks are the most prominent part of the photo, framed perfectly, and Roark’s swats have turned them pink, just as he said.

“Fuck yeah,” Cameron says, pulling out of me slightly before plunging back in.

I cry out at the pleasurable sensation and start to move with him, but he reaches back and spanks me, too.

“I want to move,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Not yet. You have a few more spankings to go,” Roark says. “Can you be our good little girl and take them?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. I want nothing more than to please them both.

I’m perfectly behaved through the next few spankings, so Cameron decides to force his hand between us and brush his fingertips over my clit. It’s either reward or torture, I’m not sure which, because now I’m even more desperate to move.

“Please please please,” I beg.

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