Page 28 of Playing By Their Rules

“Please leave my underwear on,” I say.

“I’ll do whatever I want—”

“Ethan,” Chance says quietly.

After a beat, Ethan says, “Fine. Panties stay on.”

Chance sits down next to me, looking comfortable. I peer up at him and he smiles.

“Beautiful girl,” he says. “Your punishment will hurt, but I believe you’re going to be so grateful when we’re done. You simply need a firm hand, don’t you?”

“I—” How does he know? We’ve barely spoken about what I need. It’s like these guys can read me, and they’ve been able to since we first met.

He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “You’re so sweet. Daddy will give you a big kiss to make it better when your spanking is over. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, please,” I say.

“Here it comes, angel,” Ethan says behind me.

I brace myself, equally needing this and fearing it. What if it doesn’t live up to my fantasies? What if it hurts too much and I don’t like it at all?

His hand comes down with a loud smack. I flinch and yelp.

“Remember your safe word if you need to stop,” Ethan says calmly. “No judgment if you do.”

“I—I’m good,” I say.

Another spank, then a third, a fourth, a fifth. Fiery tongues of pain lick over my skin with each impact of Ethan’s palm on my butt. I wish I’d told him to take my panties off, because the fabric is starting to feel abrasive.

“Look up here,” Chance says gently. “Look at me, baby girl.”

I hold his gaze. His dark brown eyes appear darker with lust. There’s something kind about his expression, too. He approves of this, he approves of me and the way I’m taking my punishment. I stare at him filled with wonder, appreciation.

He was right—he was freaking right about all of it. I am grateful. I did need this.

Everything goes hazy in my mind. There’s no room for real thought, only euphoria. The stinging slaps numb into a pleasant rhythm, everything warm and safe. Eventually, Ethan stops spanking me.

My panties are wet and I wiggle my ass, squeezing my legs together, my body wordlessly asking for something else.

“Fuck,” Ethan says. “Chance, get the condoms. I need inside our girl, right fucking now.”

As Chance stands up, Ethan’s words penetrate the lustful haze that coats my thoughts. “Wait, you’re going to have sex with me? Here?”

His low chuckle rumbles through me. “Where else, angel?”

I thought I was strong. I thought I wanted what they could deliver—I thought I craved it, that I needed it.

But this is too much.

My eyes feel full, everything blurry with tears.

“I can’t do this,” I say.

Ethan pulls at his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. “You can and you will.”

No, I can’t. I shake my head and whisper, “Red.”

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