Page 35 of Daddy Issues

“She likes it when it hurts,” Puck said in almost a whisper.

Jester’s fingers rubbed against my clit, harder now, using the piercing to stimulate me. A tiny groan left my lips as the shocks of sensual sensation began to ripple through me.

“She’s a kinky little whore.” He nipped my ear. “I like it.”

Puck grinned. “Me too.”

My heart raced as I rocked my hips against his fingers, reaching behind me to hook my arms around his neck.

“You like that?” he asked me.

Fuck yes, I did.I nodded with a little moan.

While he strummed my clit with one finger, he slipped two more into my pussy. In and out, in a steady rhythm, he finger-fucked me. I bucked against his hand, pleasure and friction building.

“So tight.” He nibbled my neck. “You didn’t tell me how fucking tight this pussy was.”

He wasn’t talking to me. Puck’s eyes tracked the motion of Jester’s fingers, his tongue tracing his bottom lip. He looked so fucking hot I almost came on Jester’s hand.

When he twisted my nipple hard, my entire body arched like a cord ripped taut. My mouth opened, the pleasure forcing a mewling moan from my lips as tears stung the back of my eyes. I trembled, my body on the very edge of orgasm.

“But she’s been bad.” He shifted, snatching his hands away long enough to grab my hips and shove me forward, leaving me aching for the orgasm that hadn’t come.

I didn’t fall. He held me, but I landed on my stomach on the ottoman, my face in Puck’s lap. Jester tilted my hips up and open-palm slapped me on the ass. It stung, but he could make it hurt so much worse.

“That all you got?” I challenged him over my shoulder, rising onto my palms. “I thought you were supposed to be some super kinky, king of the sex dungeon. I’m disappointed.”

Puck laughed.

Jester’s hazel eyes fired and he sneered. “Fucking brat.” He let me go, leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. “I’m just getting started.”

Kenna

With my face pressed into Puck’s lap, folded over the ottoman with my ass in the air, I felt more powerful than I had in my entire life. Naked, vulnerable, sandwiched between two of the sexiest men I’d ever seen. They wanted me so badly I couldfeelit. And here Jester was telling me he was just getting warmed up.

So fucking hot.

I groaned and gasped. “You promise? This is a dream come true for me.”

“I like nightmares.”

At the higher pitch in Jester’s voice, I glanced at Puck. A ghost of a smile teased at his lips, and he rubbed at his groin. Good God, he was big…and hard.

I nuzzled his lap, rubbing my face up and down the length of his erection. I nuzzled him, up and down, as his body tightened and trembled. I ran my hands up the length of Puck’s thighs as the sound of Jester’s belt sliding through his jeans brought mygaze around, over my shoulder. He slid it out with one quick flick of his wrist. The popping sound stole my breath.

He palmed the buckle and rolled the leather slowly around his palm. My gaze tracked each movement as my body tingled in delicious anticipation. I lifted my head, propped up on my forearms in Puck’s lap, and licked my lips.

“You look like you’d like it,” Jester mused, pulling the excess leather until it popped.

“She fucking does.” Puck’s deep voice was almost a growl in the darkness, reminding me of that day in his tattoo chair and wishing desperately for those painful little clamps.

For him, I’d like just about anything. Because his eyes were on me, heavy lidded and full of desire, and I wanted to please him.

Jester gave me no warning before bringing the belt across my ass. The sharp, smarting burn took my breath, left my heart racing. I moaned, closed my eyes, and relished it as I wiggled my ass for more.

“Yeah, she does.” I could practically hear Jester’s smirk.

He brought it across my ass several more times. Each time I gasped and gripped Puck’s denim clad thighs. I thrust my ass out, arched my back, begged Jester for more with my whole body.

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