Page 5 of Playing By Their Rules

I feel myself blush yet again. Dammit, I’ve always hated how my face gives me away.

Chance groans as if I’ve pained him, then lowers his lips to mine. He stops before making contact, though. “Can we kiss you? Touch you? Can we spank you, call you baby girl, and fuck you and make you come?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, please. To all of that.”

His mouth finally meets mine. I drink in his kiss, opening readily for him. I don’t know exactly how they’ll react when they learn I’m a virgin, but I’ll take whatever I can get and try to give them as much pleasure as I can.

He cups my hip possessively, and Ethan moves closer behind me. His erection presses against my lower back. Hard. Insistent. Refusing to be ignored. I wiggle my ass from side to side, rubbing against him. He winds my ponytail around his hand and uses it to pull my face away from Chance’s.

“Kiss me,” he commands.

I do. It’s been months since I kissed a guy, and now I’m kissing two within the span of a few seconds. Their hands are all over, but not on my breasts yet, not against my needy pussy. My hip, my waist, my shoulder, my neck. Cupping my cheek, winding in my hair. Heat blossoms in my core, and it gets stronger and stronger with each pass of the men’s hands. If sex with two guys at once doesn’t kill me, the build-up certainly will.

“I believe your attitude with us outside the restaurant earned you a spanking,” Chance murmurs against my ear.

“That was barely any attitude at all,” I say, trying to feign indignation. It’s all part of the game, I think. They want to give me a spanking just as much as I want to receive one.

“Are you talking back to us?” Ethan asks.

Oh my gosh. More arousal soaks my panties. In the brattiest voice possible, I say, “Yes, I am. You’re not my dad.”

“Up over my lap,” Ethan says. “We aren’t your dads. We’re your daddies, little girl, and you will address us as Daddy or Sir.”

“Daddies,” I repeat, trying out the word. It fits with my own impulses. I blink back at him in the soft hotel room lighting and say it again. “Daddies.”

“This is a lot,” Chance whispers in my ear before licking the edge of it. “Your safe word is red, baby girl. Everything stops if you say it.”

“I’m not saying it,” I say.

“Good,” Ethan says, sitting down at the edge of the bed, “then get the fuck over here and get across my lap.”

I scramble to obey. “Yes, Daddy.”

It’s awkward draping myself over his lap, but he and Chance both help balance me so my legs dangle on one side, my arms and head on the other. Up close again, I inhale his spicy, manly scent. His jeans are soft against the bare skin they touch, my lower thighs, my arm.

This is absolutely beyond anything I thought I could do tonight, much less ever. Before I left the restaurant, I changed my clothes into one of the comfortable skirts I like to wear. My panties are nothing fancy, plain blue bikinis, but at least not embarrassing.

“Fuck, I want you,” Ethan groans. “I crave you, little angel.”

Lust ping-pongs through my body, hitting every nerve. “Then take me, Daddies.”

“We decide how this proceeds, not you,” he says.

Ethan’s erection presses against my rib cage. He flips up my skirt. Yanks my panties down to my knees. Can he see how wet I am for him, how soaked I am for the two of them? I need to make them happy, I need them to hurt me a little and then kiss it better.

I wait for it, for the stinging slap that will be both my punishment and my reward.

“After I spank you, what are we going to do with you?” he murmurs.

I wait for the spank. He doesn’t do anything, though, so he must be waiting for a response. It’s hard to think. What would someone with more experience say? Fuck me? I mean, that’s what I want, but is it too forward? Chance already said they’d fuck me.

“I…I don’t know,” I finally confess. “I don’t have a lot of, um, experience.”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you,” he says, smoothing his hand over my bare ass. His touch is warm and I’m so turned on I worry I’m dripping on his lap.

“Is virginity a deal-breaker?” I ask.

“No. Fuck.” He groans. “It should be, but it’s not. But wait, how old are you?” His voice is stern and dark and causes my insides to clench. He brushes my skirt out of the way from where it started to fall back over my cheeks.

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