Page 15 of Third Wheel

Which was why she needed to get them out.

She nodded her head.

“I want to feel better.” She also wanted to sound less pathetic, but that apparently wasn’t an option right now.

“Good girl.”

All the air rushed out of her lungs as tears filled her eyes unbidden. She was so on edge, she was about to start weeping at being called a good girl. Something settled inside her stomach at the acknowledgment that even though Jeremy had dumped her in a spectacularly humiliating manner, even though a bunch of people probably thought she was a cheater and a scum human being now, even though she’d had to upend her entire life and move it out of the house she thought she’d be living her married life in… she was still a good girl.

“Come here, Amy.” Zach tugged on her hand gently, letting her be the one to control her movements but indicating he wanted her to move. “I want you over my lap.”

This was easier than having to say, ‘Yes, I want a scene.’ Because agreeing to a scene, knowing how Jeremy felt about them now, made her feel guilty all over again. But this wasn’t agreeing, it was just doing. It was following direction.

It was being a good girl.

Reluctantly pulling away from Kincaid’s hand on her neck, she felt his fingers trail down to the center of her shoulder blades and give her gentle guidance forward and over Zach’s lap. Resting her face against the leather couch, she took in a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent, which reminded her of the club and helped her relax even more.

Zach’s hand came down on her lower back, rubbing in a similar manner to the way Kincaid had rubbed her neck.

“What’s your safe word, Amy?”

He knew her safe word, but he asked her every time, anyway, as a good Dom would.

She felt his hesitation, the brief pause in his hand when he realized.

Her safe word was ‘Jeremy.’

Obviously not a great safe word anymore.

“Red.” She’d go with the stoplight system until she could think of something unique. If she wanted to pick something unique again.

“Good. I’m going to lower your pants, though we’ll keep your underwear on.” He wasn’t asking; he was telling. She had her safe word if she wanted to stop him.

Amy relaxed against his lap, closing her eyes as he briskly pulled down the yoga pants she was wearing. She knew Kincaid was probably staring right at her butt in her ugly granny panties, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t trying to be attractive for him or for Zach. This wasn’t about that.

She wondered if Jeremy had ever truly understood that. Or if he would look at her like this and see her pants being pulled down and assume it could only be sexual rather than the simple fact that a spanking over pants just wasn’t as effective. Without knowing what pictures Noelle had taken of her and shared withJeremy, Amy couldn’t be sure, but she was willing to bet that was how he’d taken it.

Even though she often didn’t come home horny from a session with Zach, and the few times she had, he’d been the one to benefit. Or maybe the lack of coming home horny had been what made him think she was cheating.

She didn’t get the chance to think much deeper about what was going on because Zach’s hand came down on her ass.

Hard.

Hard enough to take her breath away and make her cry out.

Normally, he gave her a bit of a warmup before getting into everything heavy.

But normally, they didn’t do an over-a-lap spanking with just his hand. Normally, he had some kind of implement and something planned out he wanted to do. Normally, she would be bound to some piece of equipment, not pressed up against his body.

Right now, nothing was normal, so it made sense this wasn’t either. And she was grateful this part wasn’t normal.

Being held on his lap, his body against hers was comforting. He was holding her, even as he was spanking her, his hand coming down again and again, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps every time his palm connected. Yet the tears weren’t spilling over yet.

It didn’t hurt enough yet.

More.

She wanted—needed—more until the external pain matched the agony that was clutched tight in the little ball of emotion in the center of her chest.

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