Page 22 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

She obeys, quickening her pace. Her breathing grows heavier, matching the rapid beat of my heart.

"Stop," I say abruptly.

Her hand freezes mid-motion. She looks at me with questioning eyes, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"Come here," I tell her.

She walks forward and stands in front of me, waiting for further instruction. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Bianca looks between us, anticipation clear on her face. She's ready for whatever comes next—so are we.

"Wait here," I tell Bianca, leaving her and Alex in the living room. My steps are quick, purposeful as I head into the bedroom. The drawer slides open with a satisfying creak, revealing the paddle nestled inside. My fingers wrap around its handle, the weight familiar and grounding.

When I return to the living room, Bianca's eyes widen as they land on the paddle. Recognition flickers across her face—she remembers this well.

Alex's grin stretches wide. "Oh, hell yeah," he says, voice thick with anticipation.

I nod toward Bianca. "Turn around."

She complies without a word, turning her back to us. Alex sits on the couch, and I guide her forward until she's bent over Alex's lap. Her breathing quickens, filling the room with an electric tension.

Alex's fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down.

"You say stop and I will," I say my voice low and steady as I position myself behind her.

She glances back at me, her eyes dark with desire. "I won't," she breathes out.

I lift the paddle, testing the weight of it in my hand. The anticipation coils tight inside me as I bring it down on her ass with a firm smack. The sound reverberates through the room, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Bianca.

Alex chuckles softly. "She's always loved this."

I deliver another swat with the paddle, watching as Bianca's body responds to each strike. Her skin reddens under the impact, and she lets out a soft moan that sends a thrill through me.

"More?" I ask, my tone dark and taunting.

"Please," she gasps out, pushing back slightly against Alex's lap.

I don't hesitate. Another swat lands on her ass, harder this time. Her moan is louder now, more desperate.

Alex's hand moves from her back to caress her reddened skin gently. "You’re doing so well," he says soothingly.

The dynamic between us is natural—like slipping into an old routine but with a renewed intensity. The air is thick with arousal.

I give one final swat before setting the paddle aside and running my hand over the heated skin of her ass. "All good?" I ask.

She nods vigorously. "Perfect."

"Good," Alex says, a sly grin on his face. "Now get on your knees."

I undo my belt and pants, and strip, anticipation rumbling through me like a low, persistent hum. Alex mirrors my actions, his movements just as deliberate. Bianca complies without hesitation, settling herself between Alex’s legs. The sight of her there stirs something primal in me.

"You know what to do," I say, walking over to wrap my hand in her hair. The long braids weave through my fingers. She moans as I guide her head closer to Alex.

Alex’s grin widens as he looks down at her. "You’ve always been good at this, Bia."

She glances up at him, eyes dark with desire, then shifts her gaze to me. There’s a challenge in those eyes, a silent dare. I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements with firm precision.

"Suck him," I murmur, my voice low and rough.

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