Page 46 of Yours to Break

“Delicious,” I moaned. “Do you taste sweeter than normal, or is that just me?” It was Oliver’s turn to laugh as he gestured to the tray of cooling cookies on the counter before him.

“I may have needed to taste test once or twice,” he bubbled, his face radiant. I let him focus back on his task, resting the crook of my chin on top of his head.

“Hmm,” I wondered, “did you do anything else? Anything you want to confess? Or were you really just that good that you baked us cookies to come home to? Are they poisoned?”

“No, they’re not poisoned—just peanut butter. Oh wait, you guys don’t have an allergy, do you?” Oliver’s face was adorably concerned as he checked back with me.

“No, no allergies, precious. That was very smart of you to ask, though. Did you think of the reward you want to ask for?”

“Mhm. But, where’s Hayes? And what happened with Lane? Is he okay?”

“Oh, well, Lane is… he’s alright, Greyson is taking care of him. He’ll actually be coming over soon. Hayes is getting something special ready in the basement for all of us. We’ll be going down as soon as he gives the okay. How about you wait to tell us what you chose until after basement time? Would that be alright?” I didn’t want to upset him accidentally by making him wait, but it made more sense for that conversation to occur after the body had cooled.

Oliver replied, “Yeah, that’s okay.”

“But…” I proposed, my lips tilted in a small smile, “What if I gave you a little reward for making us cookies while we wait? Maybe—” I looked around, my gaze settling on the wooden spoon Oliver had put down on the counter. “—A spanking? Does that sound nice?” I purred, using both of my hands to reach down and grope his ass.

Oliver’s hips jumped as I kneaded his tiny cheeks—each of them fitting perfectly in one of my palms. A stilted moan tumbled out of his mouth.

“Y-yes, please, Master. Please spank me,” he begged, pushing back into my hands. God, I fucking loved that our pet had been hiding a masochistic slut under the surface. Fuck.

I was going to spank him, but I still really struggled to hold back my urge to slam him face-down onto the kitchen tile and fuck his ass until he blacked out.

“Alright, little one. I’ll warm your ass up real good for you—make it nice and red. Hands on the counter, please,” I instructed while pushing the cookies off to the side.

Oliver followed my directions, his back arching nicely as he stretched out. He looked good enough to eat, but I didn’t really want to have to bend down that much to hit his ass. Instead, I picked him up by his waist and manhandled him across the kitchen, depositing him onto the kitchen island. I positioned him so that only his legs were hanging off the edge; his butt and holes perfectly displayed in front of me.

“Let’s see… how many spanks should our good boy get?” I hummed casually, amused at the little wiggle of his hips as I called him a good boy.

“Twenty!”

“Twenty? I don’t think we have time for that many, baby. What about five?”

I could hear the frown in his voice as he shot back, “Five? At least give me ten!Please?”

“Okay, okay. Ten it is,” I said, grabbing the spoon and running it up and down his plush thighs. He shivered at the contact, but stayed still, waiting for that first strike to come down.

Smack.

He keened, pushing his ass out to ask for more. I watched as each hit brought more and more color to his skin.

“H-harder,” he moaned wantonly, causing my cock to swell in my pants. I obliged, striking him harder and harder until he sobbed, “Yes, y-yes, thank you, thank you!”

Just before the tenth strike, I dragged the handle of the spoon through his folds, enjoying how Oliver frantically tried to hump against it.

“You should fuck him with it, get him stretched out for us,” Hayes spoke up from behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he’d come into the kitchen; I was too focused on the whimpering boy in front of me. I wondered how long he’d been watching us.

I landed the final hit to his right cheek, then began pushing the wooden handle into his wet cunt.

“Hngh, fuck—oh, please,” he whined, slowly beginning to fuck himself further onto the spoon. Hayes stepped beside me and used a hand on Oliver’s low back to force him to be still.

“Such a good fuckdoll, aren’t you?” Hayes whispered as he leaned down to bite the sensitive lobe of Oliver’s ear. Oliver moaned loudly before Hayes pushed two fingers into his mouth, effectively quieting him. “There. I know how happy it makes you to have your mouth filled.”

“Is that prick ready for us?” I asked my brother as I increased the speed of my thrusts. Oliver whimpered around Hayes’s fingers.

“Yeah. Make our pet come and then we’ll go have some more fun,” Hayes replied, breathing heavily as he stared at Oliver’s lips sucking his fingers.

“Hear that, pet? Be good and come for us.”

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