Page 38 of The Perfect Escape

“He's pathetic,” Hawk said.

Greg groaned in response and leaned forward. His forehead rested against Hawk’s shoulder.

Hawk watched me as I spanked our man.

All of the role-playing we’d done was starting to peel away, and we were settling into what we knew to beus. It was hard not to slip out of a scene, and as much as I tried to hold onto what we were doing, there were still elements of intimacy none of us could avoid.

That's what happened when you had three partners, all who knew you better than anyone else. All who love you more than anyone else, and all who would do bizarre role-playing, kinky predicament situations without question.

I spanked Greg harder, watching as his muscles tensed from the pain. It was the kind of pain that stung, the flat surface snapping against his skin.

He let out a string of gargled curses. He could barely form the words.

Truly, there was something magical about turning my husband into a whimpering mess. I sucked in a breath, and flipped the paddle over, revealing the rougher side. Hawk’s eyes widened, although he didn't say anything. He was going to let it be a surprise for Greg, just as it would be a surprise for him later.

The other side of the paddle had grooves and ridges in a rough material that would spank differently. It wouldn't make the smooth smack that the other side did, but instead a grittier thud which would definitely leave marks.

“I think she's enjoying this,” Ash said, his voice flowing around us.

I wished he was standing in the room with us. But, the scene wasn't over yet, and at this point, I knew that thegame masterwould surprise us with anything.

Maybe he would join us.

I decided to ask.

“Are you coming in here?” I asked. “Or are you going to keep sitting behind your curtain and watching? Since when are you the cuckold?”

“Rosie, Rosie, Rosie,” he taunted. “Do as you’re told and spank your fucking husband.”

I did my best to hide my grin, although I had a feeling he could see it.

I spanked Greg, enjoying the way he yelped as he realized the paddle had a different side.

“Damn, this is hot,” Hawk grunted.

“You're next,” I teased.

He let out a seething hiss, but didn't argue. His gaze fixated on the paddle as it met Greg's ass, the slap ringing around us.

“Fuck,” Greg moaned. “Rosie.”

“Keep going,” Hawk urged.

I did as he told me, spanking Greg until his back arched and he let out a low cry. Cum burst from his cock, dripping to the floor beneath him.

“Clean it up, Hawk.”

All of us were stunned by Ash’s command.

Hawk went still, his brows drawn together. Greg sat back, his skin flushed as he caught his breath. “You don’t have to,” he rasped. “I can clean it up.”

“You’re running out of time,” Ash said. “Spank Hawk while he licks up Greg’s cum, Rosie.”

“God damn it,” Hawk muttered.

It felt wrong, but it was also exciting. All of us were being pushed in a new way, which was hard to do after being together for so long…

“Do as he asks, Rosie,” Hawk commanded.

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