Page 115 of Heat Clinic

“No!” My eyes go wide as the hand pulls back. It comes down on my center, catching both cheeks and the cleft between them. The clamp on my clit bounces, tugging on me, and white hot pain lances deep inside me, mellowing into a warm glow as my pussy spasms and slick makes me wet. “Fuck!” This is way more than the normal twenty swats I earn when I’m naughty. Dinner’s gonna be wrecked if they turn this into a long play session.

I wiggle and buck, growling as I hook my fingers into claws and scratch uselessly at Marcus’s legs. “Marcus! I’m fucking serious, damnit.”

“Beta,” Marcus says, ignoring my protests. Tom snaps upright at the dark, thunderous tone. “Plug your omega’s filthy mouth.”

“With pleasure.” Tom unzips and shoves his pants down, stroking his cock to full hardness. He grabs me by the ring on my collar and drags me upright across Marcus’s lap, his cock pressing against my lips and surging in to trap my tongue against the floor of my mouth.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Marcus asks, teasing the seam of my sex until my hips buck. He pulls his hand back and spanks me again, repeating it all over again until my cunt’s weeping and my ass is on fire. His pants are going to end up soaked with slick. They’re wool. The dry cleaner’s gonna kill us.

“You’re being punished because I had to sit through three more meetings today with a raging hard on. The only thing saving you from a striping is the fact that they were phone calls with overseas clients.”

I mean… he could have just rubbed one out and gotten rid of the handkerchief. It’s partially his fault if you think about it. But I can’t say anything because Tom’s fucking my face, his hands holding my jaw as he moves my head up and down his cock.

“I left work with this hard on. I got into a Town Car with it. Poor Bobbie had to open the door for me. And then do you know what happened? Security stopped me before I got on the elevator. They wanted to ask me if I’d like them to erase your basement footage.Again. And I had to stand there and thank them for their courtesy with my rock hard cock shoved down one pants leg and pretend everything was normal and fine.”

Oh, shit.I didn’t think the security guards would flag him down and mention our little basement show.

Marcus stops rubbing me, and I tense, and then all I know is pain. He spanks me, moving from one cheek to the other, catching my thighs and pussy and the sweet spot between ass and leg that makes my eyes water. It hurts so good. My body is one fire and I’ll combust if I don’t come, and all thoughts about announcements and openings and dinners fade like mist.

Crack, crack, crack!

They both ignore my whimpering as Tom pulls back so I can suck on his head while Marcus jams a second finger into my pussy and pumps. Each rough thrust pulls at the clamp on my clit and I realize that I’m going to come like this. Draped over his knee, my ass bared and reddened, with Tom fucking my face. Everything pulls taut, and I moan around my mouthful of cock. Marcus pulls his fingers out and brings them down on my pussy.

“And do you know what your punishment is going to be?” he asks.

Tom fucks my mouth while Marcus shoves three fingers into my sloppy wet pussy and pumps. And I’m so close. So fucking close as my clit throbs against that clamp and his fingers cram me full. I need to come. Need it more than fucking air.

“For every hour that you tortured me today,” Marcus growls, “that’s how many times I’m going to edge you.”

I sob around the cock wedged in my mouth. So close. Almost there.

He pulls his hand free and brings it down hard on my pussy, and my world explodes. My walls pulse with my release, the fluttering pulling at the clamp on my clit where it’s sandwiched between my slippery thighs. Tom pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp in a breath. He drags my head up higher so I’m straining, my back arched, held up only by the both of them. If they weren’t holding me so tightly, I’d be a puddle of limp pleasure on the floor.

“Did you just come without permission? From a spanking?” Tom asks, his tone incredulous and a little awed.

“Is something burning?” Marcus asks, sniffing the air.

“The… the sweet potatoes,” I say, panting as I try to catch my breath while my pussy clenches, empty and aching, and my clit throbs. “They’re in the oven.”

“Oh, oops.” Tom holds his pants up as he walks to the stove and shuts the oven off.

I go limp and groan. This dinner was supposed to be special. All that careful timing of the side dishes. Ruined. Everything’s going to be cold or burnt and either too hard or too mushy.

“I feel like I missed something,” Sam says from the doorway.

“You.” Marcus lays his hand on my glowing, red hot ass and rubs until I groan. “You’re next.”

“Me?” Sam sputters. “What did I do?”

Metal clanks as Tom lifts a pot lid and puts it back down. “We may be ordering takeout tonight.”

That cuts through my post-orgasmic bliss like a hot knife through butter. I’ve been working for hours for this dinner. The after dinner mindblowing sex was supposed to comeafter. I make an unhappy noise in the back of my throat and struggle to get up, and this time Marcus lets me.

“Tonight was supposed to be perfect, and you’ve ruined it.” All the emotions and endorphins brought up by the spanking overwhelm me. My eyes grow hot and tight as tears well and I sniff them back to keep them from falling. The last thing I want to do is cry right now.

These mood swings are ridiculous and getting old fast. I enjoy teasing them and getting spanked, but sometimes I can’t help the drop I get after. It’s just the release of emotions you get after a good, hard spanking. Rationally, I know all it means is that I need more cuddles, but in the moment, it feels like the world is ending.

“Never mind. It looks fine,” Tom says, his eyes wide as he drops another lid onto its pot. “Can’t wait to eat it. It smells great.”

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