Page 159 of Theirs to Corrupt

I nod, relieved. “I want kids,” I assure them. “But I’d prefer to wait a little while.”

“Understood.” Link nods. “Selfishly we don’t mind having you to ourselves for a while.”

“And give Pax a little time to adjust to the idea of fatherhood?” I tease.

“You’ll pay for that.”

Within seconds, squealing, I’m scooped from the bed and thrown over his shoulder. I’m laughing and frantically kicking, as he strides into the bathroom and dumps me onto the counter.

I start to scramble off, but Link’s there, blocking me in place.

“I think you should be a good girl and take your punishment without complaint.”

Punishment?It’s a good thing I’m sitting because there’s no way my body would be able to support me.

As I peek around Link’s imposing body, Pax sets the water temperature, testing it with his hand before crooking his finger at me. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Link helps me down, and I’m shaking as I make my way into the glass shower unit. It used to seem enormous. Now it feels small and tight with the three of us inside and me not knowing what to expect.

“Hands on the far wall.” Pax’s voice is rough with command, making my thoughts fracture.

Each motion feeling awkward, I do as I’m instructed.

“Hands higher. Press your beautiful breasts against the tiles.”

They’re cool, and goose bumps chase up my arms.

“Legs farther apart,” Link adds.

“And stick your ass out as far as you can.”

Their orders are coming at me so fast that I’m beginning to lose track of what they’re saying.

“You don’t want us to have to repeat our instructions,” Link warns.

God help me.

Quickly I do as I’m told.

Pax leans close to me, and I inhale his sense of determination. “Look at me.”

I turn my head slightly to meet his gaze.

“Tell me your safe words.”

He expects me to be able to communicate? “Yellow for slow.” I swallow. “Red for stop.”

“Good. And where are you right now?”

Scared. Curious. “Green.”

He nods. “You know what this is?” Then he lifts his hand to show me something he’s holding.

My mouth dries. “Uh…” I expected him to use his hand. “A bath brush.”

What is he going to do? Use the bristles between my legs? Or use the back side to spank me? Or worse, both?

“Stings more if the skin is wet.” Link’s words are conversational as he takes down the showerhead.

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