Page 357 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“Sure you will,” Rhett says dryly.
“I promise!”
Elliot chuckles. “I’ve heard that before.”
With a frustrated noise, I try to adjust so my legs are a little farther apart. It earns me a slap to my ass, and a yelp flies out of me.
“Did I tell you that you could move?”
“Rhett,please.I need your cock.”
“Awwww,” he says, his tone dripping with mockery. “Are you getting turned on from your punishment?”Slap.“Need someone to ease that ache for you?”Slap.“God, just look at how wet you are. Pathetic little slut.”Slap.
“Rhett,”I cry. The pain is almost too much, but at the same time, I desperately need more.
He eases up, massaging my burning skin. I melt into him, my head dropping until my cheek hits the love seat’s cushion.
“What do you think, O?” Rhett asks. “Do you think she’s learned her lesson?”
He snickers. “Not in the slightest.”
“Oliver,” I whine.“Pleeeease.”
With a smirk, he makes his way over and kneels in front of me. His lips feather up my jawbone before he whispers in my ear, “Can’t help you, princess. Enjoy seeing you squirming and needy too much.”
“Bastard,” I mutter.
Slap.
“Owww!”
“You know better than to say things like that, sweetheart. Apologize, or I’ll do it again.”
“I’m sorry, O.” I bat my eyelashes, hoping to pull off a look of innocence.
He raises a disbelieving brow, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “Are you, now?”
“Yes! I—I’m sorry, and I won’t call you names again.”
“Even if I tell Rhett I think you deserve atleastten more spankings?”
I gasp. “You wouldn’t.”
He shrugs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You heard me, Rhett.”
Elliot and Oliver both settle on the couch, their bodies pressed together. Rhett delivers on those ten spankings, not stopping until tears are streaming down my face. When I glance back to Ell and O, all their clothes are off, and Oliver is straddling Elliot. They’re making out, Elliot’s hand gripping the hair at the base of Oliver’s neck, and it only turns me on more.
Rhett massages my stinging ass. “You took that so well for me, sweetheart.”
I wiggle my hips, silently begging for more. When Rhett’s finger brushes against my clit, I breathe a sigh of relief. He rubs it gently, letting me rock against his hand.
“Thought you wanted my cock, not my fingers,” he taunts.
“I—I want both.”
Rhett clicks his tongue. “Of course you do. Greedy fucking slut.” He pulls his hand away, and I almost whine at the loss. “Get up.”
I scramble to obey, only tossing a glance toward the guys when Oliver moans. Now, Oliver is on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. Elliot is prepping him, an open bottle of lube in his hand. I learned pretty quickly that they keep that stuff stashed in most rooms.
