Page 37 of The Perfect Escape

Damn it.

He knew me too well.

“Um...” I trailed off.

I didn’t know what I wanted them to do. I liked being told what to do.

“Ash?” I asked, but he didn’t offer any help. I knew that somewhere in this place, he was probably laughing at my response.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to decide what I wanted.

An idea sprung to mind.

“I want the two of you to face each other,” I decided. “And I want you to kiss as I spank both of you. I'll alternate. If that's okay.”

I waited to have Ash's confirmation, but he didn't say anything. Part of me wished he would have, but he'd never been one to overly praise.

Greg moved so Hawk didn’t have to. He crawled in front of him and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Hawk sighed, and then melted into the kiss, leaning into it.

After all we’d done, I hadn’t thought my pussy would have any life left in her, but I was wrong.

Watching my husband kiss the man who’d just fucked me senseless turned me on.

I decided to start with Greg. Maybe it was because this whole escape room business had been his idea, or maybe it was because he’d yet to show me he was grateful for rescuing him—but I was ready to spank his ass.

I smoothed my palm over his ass cheeks, giving each one a pinch and earning a soft yelp. I started to slap one and then the other, warming his skin up the way I’d been shown to do. I wanted to make sure his body was ready for the impact so I didn’t cause any damage.

Although I definitely wanted to leave a mark.

If I was going to have a problem sitting on the plane ride home, then so was he.

It was only fair.

“Darling,” Greg huffed.

“Yes, my love?”

I paused in my rubbing and looked up, meeting his gaze.

“Don’t hold back.”

I smirked. “I wasn’t going to, my love.”

The first strike of the paddle shocked us all. It surprised me because the sound the wood made against his asscheek was loud. It surprised Greg, because he hadn’t expected it to be so hard. And it surprised Hawk, because he knew he was next.

And that power went straight to my pussy.

I spanked his other cheek with the paddle, the power of it flowing through me. Greg grinned as I spanked him again, wielding the tool however I pleased. I alternated between each cheek, giving each one a good spank. His skin bloomed red, his muscles tense as he moaned again.

Hawk caught Greg’s mouth, kissing him as a distraction while I spanked him. Greg whimpered, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching between his legs and grabbing a hold of his cock while I held the paddle with my other hand.

I started to stroke him methodically. Slowly. Milking him as I hit his ass with a paddle again.

He broke his kiss with Hawk, his voice ringing out. “Fuck,” he cried. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You're such a little pain slut,” I chided.

“I am,” he gasped.

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