Page 29 of Playing By Their Rules

THIS IS REAL

Ethan

She safe-worded out of this? After that gentle spanking, she doesn’t want to be fucked? Her body is wet, ripe. She’s wriggling around like she wants it. This doesn’t make sense. But I stop yanking out my cock, painful as it is to halt progress now.

I will always respect a safe word.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, carefully letting go of her but keeping my hands close to make sure she doesn’t topple over. On her other side, Chance is doing the same.

“I am not going to lose my virginity in a sex club in full view of everyone,” she says through a voice thick with emotion. “Red. Red.”

“We’ve stopped, you’re safe.” I tug her sexy blue dress back down and help her up so she can stand. “Angel, what do you mean about losing your virginity?”

Chance says, “You’re not still a virgin…”

“I am,” she says, her green eyes flashing.

“But it’s been five years,” I say.

With a shrug meant to look uncaring, she says, “I’ve been busy.”

All this time, she hasn’t been with anyone else. Except, “What about in the empty classroom? We heard you with that guy.”

“It wasn’t real,” she says, and now she looks miserable. “It was a joke, it was just to—”

“That whole thing, you and that boy, that was fake?” I ask.

Chance is staring, incredulous, at our girl. “We thought you were…holy shit.” He spins around to face away from her.

She bites her gorgeous lips and looks up at me from beneath her eyelashes. “I’m sorry, I—I wanted to…”

She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish. She’s embarrassed, ashamed, aroused. I don’t mind seeing her embarrassed or aroused, but shame? She misbehaved, but I don’t want her to feel ashamed.

So, fuck. Here I thought we had a full-on exhibitionist on our hands, but that’s not the case at all. She was only trying to push us, and it was a game to her.

If I hadn’t just given her what I think was her first-ever spanking, I’d bend her over my knee and do it again.

Before I can figure out what to say, how to handle this, Chance turns back around. Taking one of her hands in his, he says, “Do you want to do more with us tonight? It doesn’t have to be here. Or we could take you out to dinner, do something…vanilla.”

“I want to lose my virginity to you,” she says quietly. “Tonight. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

This is good fucking news to me, but I hesitate before punching my fist in the air in victory. “You want your first time to be with one of us? We’re kinky, Maisie. Your first time should be—”

“Oh, don’t tell me what my first time should be,” she says, shaking her head and exhibiting some of that fire I’ve come to associate with her mischievous side.

Chance says quietly, “She’s right. Whatever she wants, we’ll give it to her. Maisie, will you come home with us?”

She looks from him to me.

“Chance is right. Whatever you want.” I try to soften my expression so I don’t look as pissed off and confused as I feel. “But we have wants, too. We would love to continue this with you, but we want to take you away from here and do it right, give you everything you deserve. It should be special for you.”

“I want to go with you,” she says, her voice low. “But I don’t want rose petals, chocolate-covered strawberries, and candles, okay?”

Sassy little girl. Keeping my face straight, I say, “You got it, angel. Only handcuffs, paddles, and butt plugs for you.”

“What?” Her eyes go wide, her voice shrill.

Laughing, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder, giving a light slap to her ass that I know she must feel more than ever after the real spanking I just gave her. “Let’s go.”

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