Page 17 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
She would cry and scream and curse blue bloody murder if it meant they could go back to the way they were before, when they stole kisses and whispered sweet words and made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
“Yes. I trust you.”
“Then let us take care of you, kitten,” Eric said. “Not because you think it’s our job to do so, but because you are important to us.” He slid his hand around her throat and held her steady, would not let her look away from him. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Eric’s hand flexed around her neck. “Yes, Sir,” he said, his voice taking on a sharper tone.
Emily’s thighs involuntarily clenched together as a jolt of sensation lit up her clit. She moistened her lips and tried to duck her head, to give herself a moment to compose herself, but Eric wouldn’t let her. Her throat rolled against his palm as she swallowed and tried again. “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.
Eric’s mouth softened and one corner lifted in the slightest of smiles. “Good girl.”
And there was that sensation again, making her thighs come together in an attempt to stem the electric zing that was somehow focussing all of her attention on her pussy. She’d felt it before, to a lesser extent, when Dane had caught her alone amongst the shelves in Novelteas bookshop and whispered dirty nothings in her ear before licking her throat and kissing her breathless. And when Eric had followed her into the walk-in-pantry at their last family barbeque, where he’d slipped his hand inside her bra and pinched her nipples between his rough fingertips.
But those zings had been minor blips on her radar. This sensation was stronger, more compelling, made her want to do… things.
Things she probably should be ashamed of, would have been ashamed of if she’d been with anyone other than Eric and Dane.
Releasing her throat, Eric moved to the bed and sat on the edge of it, placed his belt beside him, then grinned and patted his knee. “Lie across my lap and get comfy. You’re going to be here a while.”
An image formed in her head of her doing as Eric wanted, and even though her mind stalled and pushed back against the idea, her feet seemed to move of their own accord and took her directly to him.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, and chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to work out the logistics of the situation.
Eric was tall, and while not exactly skinny, he was slim. His body was strong, she knew that. She’d felt his lean muscles when he’d pinned her against various walls over the past year and stolen kisses, and had seen his sinewy strength on full display when they’d come over to use the pool. But looking at the expanse of his thighs and comparing them to the width of her own, not to mention her soft belly, wide hips and flabby arse, gave Emily reason enough to pause.
“Do you need help getting into position?” Eric asked, one brow arching as he stared at her.
“No, Sir,” she replied, running her hands over her hips, comparing their width with that of Eric’s lap. “I’m just not sure I’ll fit.”
“There you go doing it again,” Dane said with a sigh. “Putting yourself down.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” Eric said, the command in his voice silencing her. “Do you think we haven’t thought of that already? That we haven’t imagined what it would be like to see you over my knees with your head down and your arse up as I discipline you?”
“You better believe we’ve prepped for this,” Dane added, then very deliberately ran his gaze over her nakedness and licked his lips. “The chance to see your pretty pussy dripping wet for us, peeking out between your sexy thighs. Mmm… I can’t wait.”
Emily inched a little closer to the bed. “I’m heavier than I look,” she muttered, still frowning at Eric’s lap.
“And I’m stronger than I look,” he replied, then proved it by grabbing her around her waist and throwing her over his knees.
Chapter Ten
Struggling against his grip, she tried to get up but found she was too short. She couldn’t successfully push herself back up using her hands, and the position she was in meant her toes didn’t even touch the floor. And then she felt the pain of Eric’s hand connecting with her backside. It was like a thousand bees all stinging her at once, and it sucked the air straight from her lungs, leaving her gasping and indignant.
But after the sting came a warmth that bloomed across her right arse cheek. The sensation was not an unpleasant one, but it was short-lived. Another stinging swat, this time on the left side of her arse made her cry out and renew her struggles. She swung her arm back in an attempt to cover herself and stop him from spanking her again but all she did was allow him to grab her wrist and pin her arm to her lower back, and earned her another smack.
“Why are we punishing you, Emily?” Eric’s deep voice was like warmed honey. It wasn’t fair. She wanted to hear that honeyed voice whisper dirty things in her ear, not ask her questions she didn’t want to answer. She wanted to feel his big hands on her breasts, feel their warmth as he caressed her, not the heat of his stinging palm hitting her backside.
And where was Dane in all of this?
As if she’d summoned him with the thought, Dane suddenly appeared. Crouching down in front of her, he fisted his hand in her hair and lifted her head, and she was struck by how well the sting in her scalp complimented the heat spreading over her arse. How much it heightened her desire.
“Answer the question, baby,” he said, his rich voice making her remember all the naughty things he’d teased her with for months. All the things she knew would be far more pleasurable than being punished.
Tears leaked from her eyes and blurred her vision. It was too much. Dane in front of her, coaxing her to speak, Eric’s firm hands behind her, one gripping her wrist, the other gently rubbing, soothing the marks he’d already made. Her brain didn’t know what to focus on. She couldn’t think, so she shook her head and refused to answer.
