Page 80 of Secret Baby Daddies
Fuck. I wanted to deny him but he was using the voice he only used during intense sex and my body reacted without my permission. I landed roughly on my knees and glared up at him.
“Did you find my replacement already?”
He gripped my face and raised his voice so our rapt audience could hear him.
“Did the little bunny forget her place in these walls? You charged in here like the big, bad wolf but we all know you’re just a tasty little treat with a loud bark, Harley. Open your mouth.”
If I could’ve lit him on fire with my gaze, I would have. Still, I opened my mouth. When he slid three fingers past my lips and over my tongue I continued to scowl at him, even as I closed my mouth and sucked.
Luc moved his fingers so he was fucking my mouth and he wasn’t all that gentle.
“Three weeks. You ran away for three weeks and you came back to accuse us of replacing you? Unacceptable.”
I whimpered when he jerked his fingers free and angrily stomped to the front of the stage and barked at someone to give him a chair. All too fast he was in that chair and dragging me over his lap on the stage where everyone could watch.
He yanked my pants and underwear down so roughly that the fabric bit into my skin. Then my bare ass was out and no matter how much I struggled he didn’t budge. With one arm over my back and his leg tossed over mine, I was trapped.
“Count each spanking you receive, Harley. If you miss a count, I’ll start over. We’re going to twenty. Ten for coming back with this distrust and anger. Five for disrupting the club. And five to help you remember who owns this body.”
I wanted to argue and fight him, demand he stop and prove he wasn’t with someone else, but just before the first slap he gently stroked my hair and sighed.
“Maddox. Jace. Would you like to add any extra for her behavior?”
I squeezed my eyes shut as they each growled out they’d take care of their punishment in private. I was lost in thinking about what they meant when the first slap landed. I screamed. It wasn’t one of the fun spankings we’d practiced. My ass burned in the shape of his giant hand and chills erupted all over my body.
“Count, Harley.”
“One!”
The next three spankings made me buck against his hold and scream at the top of my lungs. Itstung. Worse even was just how disappointed he sounded in me when he had to remind me to count after each one. The fifth was lower, at the very bottom of my ass, and I couldn’t help the gasping sob I let out.
“F-five! Oh, god.”
Luc made the next five count just as much and then he rubbed my burning flesh with his rough hands, grabbing and squeezing my hot cheeks.
“Apologize for bursting into the club to scream at everyone.”
I was openly sobbing, more from the emotional release than anything. It’d been weeks since they’d touched me and even a spanking which burned like hell felt like a sip of water after being stuck in the desert for days. I’d missed them. Even Luc’s stern touch.
“I-I’m sorry.” I sniffed pitifully and tried to raise up but Luc didn’t budge.
“No, sweetheart. You’re only halfway through.” He sounded strained and I could feel his hard length pressing into my stomach. “Count, little bunny.”
The next five were faster, not giving me time to notice the burn before the next one came. I let out a watery sigh, thinking it was pretty much done.
“The last five are to help you remember where you belong and to make sure you never forget that we are forever going to possess this body. You belong to us, Harley.” He was beyond strained by then. His voice shook and he felt like a block of marble under me. “And we belong to you. We weren’t here for your replacement. After these next five, maybe you’ll remember that the next time you get the idea in your head that we aren’t one hundred percent yours.”
No amount of bracing could’ve prepared me for the final burst of slaps. His big hand felt like it landed everywhere and by the last one I was a blubbering mess. I was weak from crying and so desperate for the softness I’d come to expect from them. As soon as Luc finished he picked me up and held me so tightly against his chest that I didn’t care that my red ass was on display as he carried me away. I clung to him, a conundrum of need, heartbreak, and hope.
I didn’t realize he was whispering to me until we’d left the main room of the club.
“It’s okay, little bunny. That’s all over now. Shh, baby, you’re killing me. It’s okay. I promise you, everything’s okay.”
“I-I thought you were here for someone else.” I pressed my face into his throat and inhaled his calming scent. “I don’t want you to find someone else. I want you to find me. I came back for us.”
“About damn time, too, little girl.” Jace’s voice was rough with emotion as he stroked the top of my head. “You really tested my patience.”
A voice I vaguely recognized had me twisting, trying to cover my ass.
