Page 76 of Sweet Little Spies

“I forgot to address you properly,” she began.

Aidan nodded. “Ten.”

Ah, so this was how they were going to play it.

“What else?” Tristan asked.

She thought about the evening. How had she “fucked up” next.“I looked up without permission.”

“True. Five.” Tristan paused for a long, dramatic moment.“Anything else?”

Carys exhaled, anticipation and fear punching against oneanother in her gut. They were serious, and she had the sudden, delicious worryshe might not be able to handle them. “I didn’t obey your orders, Sirs.”

Aidan nodded. “Be specific. How many orders?”

They weren’t giving her a damn inch. “I’m not exactly sure,Sir.”

Tristan shrugged. “If you don’t give me a number, I’m goingto say twenty and use that to calculate.”

Carys licked her lips as her brain worked furiously. They’dordered her to kneel at least twice. Did it count as one order, repeated, ortwo? They’d also told her to strip, and she’d obeyed in the end, but onlybecause they’d helped her. Then Tristan told her to cover up, and given she wasstill naked with her thong stuffed into her pussy in a weird, sexy wedgie, shehadn’t obeyed. Finally, he’d told her to spread her pussy so he could look ather. She’d tried, but again failed.

She could say three. Knees, cover up, pussy on display.

It was risky, because what if he counted each time he’d toldher to kneel as one order? He’d given the command at least twice. And what ifhe was counting the strip command, since technically she hadn’t done it? He’dbeen the one to remove her corset.

“Ten, Sir,” she said softly.

Tristan stilled. “Ten? You sure?”

She tried to project some kind of confidence. “Yes, Sir. Irounded up, but I’m sure.”

He studied her. “Fifty.”

In addition to the fifteen she was already getting or total?

“There’s one more,” Aidan said, warning in his tone.

How could she possibly forget? She was still shaking a biton the inside from how she could feel both of their hands on her pussy, theirfingers tangling together as they rubbed her clit. She hadn’t been able to holdback. “Yes, Sir. I came without permission.”

“Yes, you did.” Tristan gripped her chin, forcing her headup. “Did you know how close you were?”

“No. I didn’t realize I was so…”Hungry. Needy. Ready.Shewasn’t sure which word to use because they were all correct.

There was a look in her Dom’s eyes. Almost like pain.

“It’s been too long since I gave you what you need.” Theyears he’d been away were there, stamped on his handsome face.

She was already softening toward him. She’d been here withAidan, their physical presence a connection to who they’d been. He’d beenutterly alone. “What we both need.”

Tris moved in, kissing her cheek and then her mouth. “I needyou so much. So much I can’t stand it, brat.”

With that he adjusted the restraints quickly, loosening thestraps that bound her to the frame. She could suddenly stand easily and herarms weren’t taut above her head. But he also didn’t take her down, indicatinghe wasn’t going to put her over a lap. He wanted to give her more freedom ofmovement but he wasn’t letting her free.

Tris turned back to the audience. “One more tip. Don’t beafraid to be tender and affectionate. Only assholes think a good Dom is strictall the time.”

He let a long moment pass. Another form of torture.

“Time for your punishment.” Tristan’s voice was back to cooland stern, but his hand was hot as he stroked her back and ass.

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