Page 27 of Playing By Their Rules

These guys are having a casual work conversation. Cool, cool. Meanwhile, Chance’s fingers are lightly rubbing circles over my clit. It’s taking everything in me to keep from squirming. He gives me a little pinch and I gasp.

“Everything okay, Maisie?” Ethan asks, keeping a tight grip on my leg.

“Yes,” I say. “Everything’s—fine.”

“Good girl,” Chance whispers in my ear, then turns his head to face Roman and Hunter once more. His fingers continue moving over me, into me.

I lose track of their conversation. Something about the Ironwood owners and their wife going on vacation. Vaguely, I wonder about the two owners having one wife. Maybe throuples are commonplace around here. San Esteban does have a bit of a reputation, but I thought it was just a reputation, not actual truth.

I was wrong.

Chance’s pace and pressure at my clit increases. I’m not going to last long. Does he really expect me to come in front of two near strangers, not to mention in front of everyone else in this club?

“Look at me, Maisie,” Ethan rasps, gripping my knee. He leans over to whisper in my ear. “Look at me when you come. I want to see it, angel.”

His words send me catapulting over the edge. I lock my gaze onto his, on those intense eyes, the bright blue swallowing me whole. My legs try to squeeze together to hold in the pleasure, but Ethan’s hand is on one knee, and Chance puts his free hand on my other. And while my world is rocked on its axis, the hum of their conversation with Roman and Hunter is going on.

I gasp and break eye contact with Ethan so I can bury my face in the crook of Chance’s shoulder. Pressed into him, inhaling his spicy scent, I ride out the aftershocks. His fingers pump into me while I come down from the high.

The guys aren’t speaking any more. Are they staring? Are Hunter and Roman laughing at me? I can’t bear to look up and see.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Chance murmurs into my hair. “It’s just us now, you and me and Ethan.”

I peek outward and see that Roman and Hunter are indeed gone.

“Did you like that, angel?” Ethan asks.

“No, so embarrassing,” I say, pressing my face once again to Chance’s shoulder. My pussy is slippery with arousal, still, and he pets me absentmindedly. It’s slow enough not to get me off a second time, but hard enough to keep me aroused.

“Trust me, they loved it,” Chance says. “Just like we did. You were gorgeous, Maisie. So pretty for us, coming so sweetly for your daddies. And a little discomfort on your part is no less than you deserve.”

“One of the rooms is free,” Ethan says. “Our angel got her dessert first, but now it’s time for punishment.”

“Punishment?” I squeak.

“You’ve been pushing and pushing our limits.” His voice goes lower and chills ripple over my skin. “You wanted to get a reaction out of us. Well, this is the reaction. Nice, hard consequences.”

“Is that…is that true?” I ask Chance.

“Yes, baby,” he says. “Like I said before, you’ve been very naughty. Up you go.”

They lead me to one of the rooms. The curtains are open and I can see inside to a low, cushioned bench. The memory of Ethan taking me over his knees returns to me, scalding in its heat, as we enter the room and Ethan goes straight for the bench.

“I think, this time, I’ll have you bent over,” he muses.

“You’re—you’re not going to close the curtains first?” I ask.

Chance looks me over. “I think you can handle this. You were a brat to an audience, and so you’ll be punished to an audience.”

I gulp at the smooth, seductive tone to his voice.

“Do you think we’re being unfair, little girl?”

“No, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” Ethan says. “Now bend over, angel.”

I brace my forearms on the padded bench, self-conscious with my ass in the air. From this angle, anyone watching can surely see up my skirt. When Ethan tugs the dress fabric up around my hips, I squeeze my eyes shut.

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