Page 120 of Mayhem
When Cruz stood before her in nothing but his boxers, Erin’s eyes shifted to him, and she slowly licked her lips. There was no mistaking that she could see how hard he was already. How hard he’d been most of the night, knowing this would be the outcome when they finished dinner and got her behind closed doors.
Cruz hooked his thumbs on either side of his boxers and pulled them down. His dick sprang free and stood at attention like a good soldier waiting to go to war, to kill for his country, and Cruz was definitely about to murder her pussy.
It was only once he’d stepped out of his boxers and turned his attention to Paetyn that he realized the other man was at the wall, grabbing some bed restraints off the hook. There were some built into the bed, but that would require her to be up on her knees with her arms in the air, and while he had no objection to that typically, it wouldn’t work for tonight’s activities. Tonight, she was taking them both. It wasn’t the first time, but it had been a little while since she had.
“Undress, Maly,” Cruz spoke as Paetyn grabbed a ball gag.
His attention returned to Erin, who slid off the bed and slowly pulled the straps of the dress she wore down her arms, allowing the dress to pool to the floor. She was left only in her heels and the toy inside her as an accessory.
“Shoes off,” Cruz told her.
As she stepped out of her shoes, Paetyn returned to them: bed restraints, ball gag, lube, and paddle in hand. Cruz watched Erin survey the things he had. He knew a protest was coming before it did. He could just read it in her eyes, but he also knew she was doing it to get the exact response that she would.
“Paetyn—”
“Be quiet,” Paetyn cut her off. Cruz listened to Erin’s intake of breath as she squeezed her thighs together, and he had to keep from chuckling. “You aren’t in any place to make demands or question me right now after what you pulled today.”
“But—”
“I said be quiet.”
Cruz watched as she again clenched her thighs. She enjoyed it when either of them got that way with her, but Cruz noticed it affected her more when it was Paetyn. He assumed it wasbecause the other man hardly ever lost his composure and was always laid-back and easygoing. It didn’t bother Cruz. This wouldn’t work if they let things like that concern them. Cruz also knew that she enjoyed things he did a little more than when Paetyn did them as well.
Getting on the large bed, Cruz leaned against the headboard. Lazily, he began to stroke his dick while he watched Paetyn pull the toy from Erin and place it on the bedside table along with everything else in his hands, minus the paddle.
“Get on the bed, Angel,” Paetyn instructed, and no sooner had Erin gotten onto the bed than Cruz reached out and pulled her to him. Leaning in, he nipped at her bottom lip. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away.
He watched her lean down and swirl her tongue around his dick before taking him into her mouth as far down as she could go. He was no small man, so when she took him down her throat, it never ceased to amaze him.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head. As much as he wanted to fuck her mouth and have his dick dripping with her saliva, he knew he’d have to wait a bit.
Grabbing the base of his dick, he slowly pulled it from her lips, and she looked up at him pouting. Cruz couldn’t stop himself from smirking. She was adorable when she got like this and wanted something she couldn’t have right then. It was a direct contrast to the confident and sultry demeanor she gave off most of the time. But it was a contrast that only he and Paetyn got to see.
“Assume the position, Maly,” he told her, and she looked over her shoulder as Paetyn got onto the bed on his knees behind her.
Erin bent over, laying her head on his thigh as her back arched deeply. Cruz played with her hair as he watched Paetyn gently rub her soft, perfect carob ass cheeks.
“Count every single one,” he told her. “If you forget, or if you miss one. We’re starting over.”
“Yes, Paetyn.”
Paetyn didn’t respond as he removed his hand from her ass. A few seconds, which he was sure felt like minutes to Erin because they had felt that way to him, passed before Paetyn delivered the first strike.
Erin let out a slow breath, and Cruz felt the heat of it on his dick, causing it to jump.
“One,” she responded. The next one came right after she spoke. “Two,” she counted. “Three,” she moaned out a few seconds later. This time, she stuck her tongue out to lick Cruz’s shaft.
He tightened his hand slightly in her hair. A clear indication that he was well aware she knew meant to stop. However, she ignored it, doing it yet again after counting her fifth strike.
After the sixth, she attempted to take him into her mouth, and Cruz wondered if she’d lost herself in the spanking, in everything that had led up to now, if she was attempting to push even further after he’d told her to stop. It wasn’t even that she was trying it, and she wasn’t supposed to. It was because it was dangerous.
“Paetyn, stop,” Cruz stated, and green eyes came up to meet his gray ones. They weren’t ones to typically stop one another in situations like this unless something was wrong.
Cruz slid away from Erin, and she went to sit up, but Paetyn pushed her back down.
“He isn’t done with your spanking yet, Erin,” Cruz told her, and she made a noise that bordered on surprise and like a hurt animal.
Cruz knew why. He didn’t call her Erin, and he hadn’t called her by her name since they’d started dating unless he was upsetor irritated with her pushing his buttons. He always called her Maly, much in the same way that Paetyn always called her Angel.
