Page 46 of Bad for Me

The sting of the first spanking surprised me, then faded into blissful heat. He continued, ramping up the intensity slowly, until every inch of my ass blazed with sweet agony.

Gavin slipped behind me, his fingers trailing through my folds before focusing on my clit, stroking it in firm, swift movements while my stepfather spanked me.

I whined, squirming in his lap as the agony morphed into a burn, then faded to bliss, taking away any capacity for coherent thought.

“Do you want us to take away the decision about whether to stay or go from you, too?” my stepfather asked.

I couldn’t put a thought together. I didn’t want to put a thought together. I wanted to remain blissed out and floaty in the sweet euphoria the combination of pain and pleasure had wrought.

Gavin slid a finger inside of me as my stepfather peppered my thighs. “Your daddy asked you a question, princess.”

I moaned, unable to respond. Gavin and Aiden arrested their attentions, leaving me frustrated and aching.

“Answer the question, baby girl.”

Desperate to corral my thoughts, I whined, “I don’t even know what yes entails.”

Gavin moved in front of me and tilted my face to meet his with two fingers under my chin, as my stepfather rubbed my ass in soothing circles. “Obsession. Possession. Jealousy.”

“Control.” my stepfather added.

“Amazing sex.”

“Fantastic sex.”

I took one shuddering breath after another as they waited for my answer. I need more than sex though, more than obsession.

Before I could speak, the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire rang out, and my stepfather pushed me to the ground, covering me with his body.

He and Gavin exchanged a long look, then nodded.

“Into the closet, princess,” Gavin said, yanking a t-shirt out of a drawer and tossing it at me.

“Good girl. If we don’t?—”

“Wait as long as you can to come out,” my stepfather said. “They’ll leave if they think the house is empty.”

My heart cracked in two. “Hide with me,” I whispered.

“Nah, princess. Let us show you what our protection really means,” Gavin said, pulling guns out of drawers and checking to make sure they were loaded. “I’m gonna come back bathed in the blood of our enemies, and I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your name.”

My eyes glazed over, and I nodded, terrified, turned on, and absolutely confident he’d do exactly as he promised.

The two men—mymen—pulled on pants and strode out the door, then Gavin turned, staring down at me for a long moment, his lips pressed into a grim line, he handed me a gun.

“Do you know how to use this?”

I nodded. One of my mother’s husbands had been into shooting and had taken me to the range as a bonding activity. He’d only lasted a year, but I knew how to turn off the safety, and I knew how to shoot.

“We’re bad men, princess, but they’re worse.”

“Why are they here?” I whispered.

Gavin crouched in front of me, cupping my cheek with his hand. “They stole a shipment of guns from us. So we stole it back. And now they’re pissed.” He brushed his thumb over my lips before pushing to his feet. “Shoot to kill.”

He shut the closet door.

I shivered as shouts and gunfire echoed outside. Was this the biggest mistake of my life? Was this going to be my new normal?

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