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Her submission only made him harder. Made him want her more. He drove his cock into her again and again, this time with one goal in mind.

Chyanne mewled and arched her back, throwing her head back and looking at Chandler.

And seeing her like that, spread out between them—their submissive, their baby girl—was the final push he needed. He dove harder, further inside of her, and felt his release. He grunted as with a final tingle his balls emptied and he spurted hot semen into her willing pussy.

Aaron pulled her off of him and laid her on the bed before curling up beside her, spooning her to him. He was panting and tired, but the smell of her soft skin, the sweet fragrance of her shampoo, soothed him.

1/4 baby girl… 1/2 sub… whatever she is, I don’t care.He reached out an arm and pulled her closer.She’s fucking perfect for me.

CHAPTER9

Chyanne

When she rolled over and her eyes fluttered open, Chyanne quickly realized she was alone. Not only that, but the room was dark, which meant several hours had passed.

She’d never been one for naps, but even realizing all the time that had passed, she still considered rolling over and going back to sleep. But the second she moved, the plug in her bottom made itself known.

As soon as she acknowledged its presence, she began to feel the ache in her nipples.

“I think I might actually prefer being spanked,” she muttered to the empty room as she forced herself to a sitting position.Of course, that’s probably the point.

It was too uncomfortable to sit for long, so she pushed herself to her feet. As soon as she made it to the door, she could smell something delicious wafting from the next room. She opened the door a crack and as the savory scent reached her nostrils, her stomach rumbled.

I guess being punished makes me hungry, she mused, pulling the door open the rest of the way. She shuffled into the living room, feeling shy and unsure of what kind of reception she’d receive. She caught sight of Aaron at the table before he saw her, and she paused, taking a moment to just watch him.

Just the sight of his straight, strong back was enough to make her pussy pulse.He’s hot. Hotter than any heartthrob I’ve ever seen Hollywood discover.

Hearing the sound of pots scraping across the gas range, her eyes swung in that direction. Chandler had his back to her as well as he worked over the stove. The sight of him stirred something different but equally strong in her. It was a shot of warmth that went straight to her womb.

They choseme. It was a daunting thought, and her inner cynic wanted to stamp it out before she could become any more invested than she already was. But she shook off that temptation. Yes, it had only been a few days, but what they’d brought her through made it feel different.Stronger. She wasstronger, because of them. And more vulnerable at the same time. It was a weird combo, but there was no denying it was true.

Right at that moment, Chandler spun around and saw her. “Hey, sleeping beauty. What are you smiling about?”

“Am I?” Her hand shot up to her mouth, which was indeed smiling. Somehow that knowledge only made her smile wider. “Sorry. Just had a good nap.”

“Never feel like you have to apologize for bein’ happy.” He winked at her and then, frying pan in hand, walked to the table.

Aaron turned toward her, his eyes looking her up and down, then he patted his lap.

Chyanne’s ass tingled at the gesture and she shook her head, eyeing the cushioned chair beside him. “Thanks, but I think I should go with the softer option.”

Aaron gave her his signature smirk. “You hungry?”

She nodded—the smell was even more incredible now that the pan was on the table.

“Well, if you want to eat tonight, you’re going to have to do it from my lap.”

“What?” Her eyes grew round.

“You heard me.”

Her gaze darted between the two of them, and seeing no give in either of their expressions, she sighed and shuffled toward them. “Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m not happy about it.”

Aaron chuckled as she sat on his lap and he even slipped an arm around her waist, giving her a squeeze. “That’s fine, darlin’, just behave yourself.”

“It really does smell good,” she enthused to the chef.

Chandler beamed at her as he reached for the serving spoon. “I hope you like stir-fry.”

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