Page 67 of Learning to Run

That definitely explained the sexy commentary.

“But I think he learned his lesson very well.” Bates’sgentle tone made me realize he was running his hands over my ass and up undermy shirt. “Listen to his whines and see the way he’s shaking for you? Yes, Ithink you made a very good impression on our boy.”

They both had.

All I managed to do was nod my head, but as I worked onbeing good for them, I stopped fucking myself on Cash’s finger…even when headded a second.

“I don’t know…I think that was begging and stealingpleasure. I’m not sure if we’ve actually made enough of an impression yet.”Cash’s tone had me imagining more spankings and edging, but his fingers weresaying he was getting ready to fuck me.

I was really hoping finger logic would win.

“He managed to stop fucking himself on your fingers,though.” Something about Bates’s tender tone made the dirty words even sexier,and I couldn’t stop the shiver that raced through me. “He’s needy and a verysweet slut, but he’s trying to be a good sub for you, aren’t you, slut?”

Oh, that was so…he was such a…

“Yes.” The word came out almost like a croak and got cut offas Cash brushed his fingers over my prostate before I could finish the thought.

It took several long wonderful moments before he eased hisfingers back to stretch my opening and stopped tormenting me enough for me tofinish my though. “I… Yes, Sir.”

Got it…well, mostly.

But the effort and focus that took had me forgetting I wassupposed to be controlling my body.

Oops?

Arching my ass higher and pushing back got me a flood ofpleasure and a flash of pain as a hand came down on my ass.

Cash.

“I don’t know. Look at how he’s begging.” Cash made a tskingsound that was the sexiest mix of frustration and disappointment ever. “I thinkwe’re going to have to try something else to put him in his place.”

Since I knew my place was between both of them, I had towork at controlling the whole moaning and begging thing. But my stillness and almost-silencewere rewarded by a sigh from Bates. “You’re right. I think there’s a betterway.”

To…

To put me in my place?

To remind me I was their sub?

To help me remember that I was their slut?

All of the above?

Please let it be all of the above.

A small part of my brain that was still working tried to askwhat would happen but that didn’t quite work out.

“Yes, let’s get him ready.” Cash sounded like he was shakinghis head as the bed shifted and my pants got pulled down even lower.

I lost track of who was moving and who was touching me, butthey worked in tandem to strip my clothes off and it wasn’t until I had to situp so Cash could pull my shirt over my head that I realized they’d been takingoff their clothes too.

God, they were so beautiful…and so fucking crazy becausethey kept frowning and shaking their heads like they were frustrated at havingbeen put in such a ridiculous position.

My bad behavior was going to get me pounded into themattress.

They were so wonderful to me.

Cash even smacked my ass again, frowning as he reached downand stroked his cock. “In the middle of the bed, slut.”

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