Page 49 of The Brat Tamers

Instead of running downstairs, as they expect me to do, I take the stairs up to the sixth floor, which is empty. A giant open space with nothing except windows and concrete.

Only when I burst through the door, it’s not empty. It’s fully equipped as a sound stage with a makeup counter and storage for all my boxes, as well as a dressing area with a photography stage, complete with lighting and backdrops.

Porter comes out of the stairwell behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his mouth into my neck. “Surprise, baby.”

“What is all this?” I whisper as the elevator doors open and Lee and Case, with pink chalk all over his face, exit the car.

“You’ve been talking about needing a studio. We had the space here, so we tried to create for you what we saw in your apartment at your father’s estate.”

Lee and Case walk across the expansive open floor plan toward us. “We know you’ll want to put your feminine touches on everything, but since you ruined the surprise and ran up here, I guess you’ve opened your Christmas present early.”

My mouth is agape as I take everything in. There is so much space up here, this can easily be broken up into many sound stages for different purposes. “I thought you wanted me to limit my time online, not increase it.”

“Sure, it stresses us out when you put yourself out there. Your fame and beauty are only going to attract more whackos as time goes by and you become more famous. However, we would never stop you from pursuing your dreams or accomplishing your goals,” Lee says.

“And so, if we can help you do that from the security of our home, even better,” Case adds.

I smile, staring at the pink chalk speckled across his face. “I have been thinking about doing a series about men and makeup.”

Case narrows his eyes. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Laughing, I wiggle my ass against Porter’s semi-erect cock. “And maybe a line of gray sweatpants.”

“Are you trying to make us jealous?” he asks.

“I think she’s trying to goad us into spanking her,” Lee adds.

Porter slides his hand down my belly and inside my pants, his finger deftly gliding through my arousal to find my clit. “I think she needs to be fucked, but instead of asking for it, she’s trying to provoke us.”

Lee steps forward and fists a handful of my hair, pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look at him while Porter teases my clit with slow and lazy circles. “Maybe we should deny you. It’s been a while since we have denied you an orgasm, pet.”

I shake my head, my eyes wide. “I was kidding. No gray sweatpants. No men’s makeup lines.”

“Hmmm.” Lee swings me up into his arms and turns us toward Case. “Well, brother, you’ve endured her shenanigans over the last couple of days… what punishment does she deserve?”

Case runs his hand over his hair, shaking loose some of the chalk. “I’d like her to wash this pink shit off of me before sinking to her knees in the shower to suck my cock.”

“That seems fair.”

“Or…” Porter says over his shoulder and walks to a door hidden in a wall behind the backdrops and green screens. “Case could suck it up, and we could introduce Epi to what’s behind door number one.”

“I like that idea even better,” Lee growls, his chest reverberating with his pleasure.

Case grins, and it’s the evil grin—the one that promises punishment before pleasure. “I can deal.”

As soon as Lee walks toward the door, I squirm in his arms, positive I’m going to love what’s coming.

But I can’t let them know that.

That would defeat the purpose.

Plus, they love it when I fight.

Lee switches his hold on me effortlessly, swinging me over his shoulder and carrying me caveman style with his forearm wrapped over my knee, my head hanging over his back.

Case takes the opportunity as he brings up the rear to fist a handful of my hair and pull my head back, meeting me in the eye. “I will see you on your knees in the shower before we go to bed tonight.”

I lick my lips. “Yum.”

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