Page 51 of The Brat Tamers

I hiss, jerking my hips. “Talk to me.”

More silence followed by a longer vibration. This one is maybe ten seconds. Just long enough to cause me to try to squeeze against the vibrator and add more pressure, more friction, but with the spreader bar keeping my ankles more than shoulder width apart, and my arms tethered above stopping me from bending forward, that proves impossible.

“Dammit.” I hiss, true frustration building within me.

My hair is yanked hard, and Case is growling in my ear. “You will stand here and take this torture as payment for tormenting me like you did. You will not come; we will make sure of it. Then you will take a spanking as your punishment for being a brat in general. And maybe, if you take both very well, maybe we’ll let you come. But not until after we’ve come first.”

“Take this time to think about how you push our buttons and what behavior we reward versus punish,” Lee says from some distance away.

“I’m going to take a shower. Then, maybe we’ll get something to eat. We might even watch a show or something while you stand here and think about what you did. No amount of bitching, moaning, or whining will save you this time.” Case smacks me on the ass, and then I hear the door close.

Did they actually leave me alone? Really?

They set the vibrator to low, kicking on for ten seconds every ten seconds, just long enough to build pressure, but not nearly long or strong enough to make me come. I’m going out of my mind within minutes, cursing them with increased vigor.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

“Guys? This is not okay.”

More nothing.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did you really leave me in here alone?”

Absolute silence.

I cry, actual tears building in my eyes as the vibrator kicks up to high. “I promise to never use jealousy to get your attention again!”

Finally, hot breath blows across my wet thighs.

“She’s fucking soaked.” Porter says, and I can’t help but arch my ass toward him.

Lee smacks my ass cheek hard, backing me down. I know his big hand, rough and calloused from years of hard work. “You better not have come.”

“Please.” I whine.

“What exactly are you begging for, pet?” Lee’s voice is close, but still, no one touches me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are. If I were strung up like you, brought and kept on the edge of release for twenty minutes, I’d be sorry, too.”

Twenty minutes? It feels like a lifetime.

Case’s fresh spring-scented shampoo fills the surrounding air, letting me know that he definitely left long enough to take a shower. “You have something to say to me, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry.”

He sighs, nuzzling my neck. “You ready for your spanking?”

“Please.” I moan, desperate to receive my punishment so we can move on to making up. I’m desperate to wrap my arms around him, pull him close, and pepper his face with kisses.

The restraints on my wrists move down, allowing my arms to drop to chest level. I flex my hands, my fingers tingling as blood rushes into them. My hips are pulled back, and they slide a padded bench in front of me, my thighs pressed against the cool leather and firm foam.

With the pad and the right angle, I can press the vibrator against my clit, giving me the little extra oomph I desperately need, but my men are smarter than that, and with one gentle roll of my hips, the vibrator falls to the floor between my feet.

“Oh, hell no,” Case says.

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