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“I’m sorry, can we go back to the spanking part?” I asked.
“Was what I said unclear?” Jack asked.
“Why the fuck am I getting spankings?”
“For the same reasons you’re being tied up,” Evan replied. “Do we need to go through the list again?”
“Not necessary,” I groaned.
“Moving on then,” Jack said, “Lastly, Rule Three: We’ll do whatever we want to your body whenever we want to, but you don’t get to come unless we give you permission.”
“And if I tell you not to touch me?” I asked.
All three men grinned down at me with determined glints in their eyes. “Oh, Sweetheart,” Bryce purred. “We love a challenge. And if you want us to make you beg for it each time, by all means, you go ahead and say no. We’ll be more than happy to play your games.”
“Never mind,” I pouted. I knew myself. I wanted them. My body craved them. Even now, I could feel myself getting wet. Imean, it was damned inconvenient, but also hot as fuck to only exist for a week for their enjoyment. It was like a vacation—a sexcation.
I mean... how bad could it really be?
Bad. The answer was bad. I hadn’t even received a spanking yet, and it was already bad. Mainly because as soon as I had breakfast, I was allowed to use the bathroom again and then tied back to the bed. Then, every single one of those fuckers left the tower, and I’ve been laying here staring at the fucking ceiling going out of my mind with boredom. This wasn’t going at all how I expected. I was naked and tied to the bed. You would think at least one of the three men I loved and who claimed to love me would be interested in that. Nope, they took off to do God knows what.
And I had to pee again.
Just as my body made that need known, Jack walked through the door whistling a fucking tune. “How are you holding up, Doll?”
“I have to pee.” Like hell was I going to tell him how bored I was, or how effective this punishment was turning out to be.
“I thought you might.” Jack started untying me and kissed my forehead as he leaned over me to get my other arm.
Once I was free, I stomped off to the bathroom, huffing at Jack’s chuckle that followed me. I was halfway back to the bed when I stopped short. Jack was waiting on the bed with a ping pong paddle.
Fuck.
Jack patted his lap, not trying to hide his glee at my reaction. Wanting to give him the least amount of satisfaction possible, I lay across his lap like a good little girl without complaint. As soon as I was in place his hand rubbed my ass cheeks. I squirmed as he squeezed each globe. To my annoyance, I was already getting turned on.
“I’ve decided on ten spanks, and I want you to count them. If you don’t or you miscount, you’ll earn another one. If you try to block me or move, you’ll earn another one. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Words, Dyana.”
“I understand,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Good girl. And feel free to scream or cry if you need to, just don’t forget to count.”
Such a fucking asshole. Even if I maybe deserved this, Jack was still an asshole.
Jack’s hand left my ass and was replaced by the rough surface of the paddle. He rubbed it across both cheeks, similar to how he’d done with his hand. Then, before I could blink a loud crack filled the room as he swatted my ass making me cry out in surprise. It stung, but it wasn’t as bad as I had expected.
“One.”
“Good girl.”
By the fifth whack, it did more than sting. Jack wasn’t doing light swats and now my ass felt like it was on fire. And my pussy was practically dripping. Pain had never been a turn-on for me, but I guess people change. I wasn’t the only one turned on by this, though. I could feel Jack’s cock pressing into my stomach. Maybe there would be some fun in this for me after all. I jumped when instead of another hit, Jack rubbed my ass with his hand.
“You’re pinking up so prettily,” he crooned.
I wiggled my ass against his hand, hoping to distract him from the rest of my spanking. “Yes,” I moaned when his hand pushed between my legs and he slid two fingers inside of me.
