“Tonight’s special.”
He stops teasing me and drags his hand up my chest, leaving it there at the base of my throat. “Is all this for my opening tomorrow? You didn’t have to.”
“Yes, but I also have a surprise.”
“A surprise?” He hooks a finger through the ring of my collar and tilts my head to the side. “Do tell.”
I smile and shake my head as much as I can with him holding onto me. “That would spoil it.”
He grins, and it’s a wicked smile that makes my breath hitch. Tom lets his grip on my collar go and flicks my nipple with one long, thin finger. The pain sends a pulse all the way down to my pinched clit, and I’m aching all over.
I grunt and clamp my teeth together until the throbbing fades. “No. You can wait for everyone else.”
His eyes narrow, like I’ve laid down a gauntlet he’s all too eager to pick up. Nothing good comes from that look.
The front door slams a third time. “I’m home!” Marcus calls out. He drops his bag at the front, and his keys clink as he puts them in their bowl.
“In the kitchen!” Tom’s smile brightens. “And Emily’s being averynaughty girl. She should be punished. Hard.”
My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open in surprise. “Traitor,” I hiss at him under my breath, my gaze darting to the kitchen’s doorway. Marcus’s steps are heavy on the floor, the wooden boards creaking.
“What’s that, luv? Didn’t hear you.” Tom steps away from me and leans against the fridge, his arms folded across his chest. I glare at him.
“Oh, believe me, I know exactly how naughty she’s been today,” Marcus says. He stands there in the doorway and slips his jacket off, then folds it neatly. “She’s been a very bad girl.” He takes his tie off next, folding it too and undoing the top button of his shirt. “So bad that she’s earned a spanking.” He sets them down on a counter and undoes his cufflinks, adding them to the growing pile so he can roll up his sleeves. His veins are already jutting out along his corded forearms.
I back away and bump against the kitchen island, looking between Tom and Marcus and weighing my options. “Tonight is very special. Do you want to ruin dinner?” I wave a hand to the stove so he can see that it’s not bullshit. Every single burner on our double oven is simmering.
Marcus stalks to the stove and turns the knobs off one by one, and I swallow, my hands gripping the cold marble counter.
I shouldn’t have teased him at work.
The reality of my mistake is settling in. “I’m serious, Marcus.”
Marcus stalks around the island, and I try to dart out of reach but Tom corrals me, taking the opportunity to grab a handful of ass while he does so. He lifts me until my feet leave the ground and ignores my squeak of protest.
“So am I.”
Marcus pulls out the chair that sits under the small secretary cubby in our kitchen. He sits, and Tom hands me over to our alpha for punishment. The room spins as I’m tossed over Marcus’s lap, my skirt flipped up my back. A strong arm bands across my shoulders, keeping me there.
“I take your well being very seriously, now take your spanking like the good girl I know you are or you’ll earn double the strokes, later.”
Fuck. I don’t want doubles. Maybe it’s best to get this over with quickly.
Marcus settles a large hand on my bare bottom, rubbing warmth into it, and then he pulls it away and I tense, even though I know it’s better not to. I can’t help it. It comes back down, slapping me hard with acrack.
“Oww!”God, he hits so much harder than Sam.
He lifts his hand and ignores my whimper, bringing that palm down again in the exact same spot. The pain doubles as he spanks the sting back into me, his hand heavy.
Crack, crack, crack!
He hits the same spot over and over again until I’m fidgeting on his lap, trying to get free, even though I know it’s pointless. I’m trapped.
“Oh, this is so much more fun when you’re not the one on the receiving end,” Tom says.
I glare up at Tom, my eyes wet from the stinging pain in my rear. Marcus shifts to the other cheek, delivering five hard blows so they match.
“Hmm.” Tom tilts his head. “She’s still mutinous. Hit her pussy.”