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Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

My head spins from the painful pleasure those spanks bring me, and I grind against his lap when he soothes the burn with his palm.

Fine. I’ll confess. “I was embarrassed.”

“Good girl,” Landon coos.

“Why?”

I swallow the saliva building in my mouth before answering Kerrington’s question. “Because I… let myself go that night.”

Landon’s hand slides between my thighs, probing my pussy, teasing it. “And that’s a problem, how?”

I can’t think straight with his fingers insideme like this. Especially paired with the burning of ass cheeks still going strong.

“I…” Fucking hell, this feels so good. “I don’t know.”

“Do you like being our Duchess?” Kerrington asks while Landon fingers me slowly.

I groan with need and close my eyes to relish it.

Smack!

Eyes flying open, I yelp and try to get off of his lap. Landon’s arms bracket me in place, holding me down. “Be a good girl and you won’t get spanked.” He shoves his finger back into me.

I could use my safe word. End this right now. But I won’t.

What does that say about me?

“Every answer you give us earns you a reward, Duchess.” Kerrington strokes his fat cock in front of me. He’s not jerking off. He’s caressing it, calmly.

My mind drifts to how I sucked on the head of Landon’s soft dick earlier. I used it like a pacifier, which calmed me and that makes shame heat my face.

I don’t like myself.

But I do like rewards.

I relax a little on Landon’s lap. “I love being your Duchess.”

“Why?” Landon asks.

“Because I feel better that way. I don’t have to think. I just do what I’m told.”

“You like being our good girl.” Landon pushes another finger inside me. He twists them around, hitting pleasure points I can’t for myself. “There we go,” he coos. “Goddamn she’s so wet, Kerr.”

My gaze floats over to Kerrington again, and I hold his stare.

He stands slowly and walks over to our pile of toys, plucking a package off the floor. It’s a remote-controlled butt plug.

“That’s for Trick,” I say quickly.

“I bought multiple.” Kerrington unwraps the damn thing and I see it’s pink. Next, he grabs a bottle of lube.

“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop immediately.” Landon says. “What’s your safe word, Duchess?”

I sigh in relief at the mere mention of my honorific. “Teapot.”

“Good girl.” Landon fingers me deeper, making my body turn to putty in his lap.

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