Page 52 of Playing By Their Rules

Neither Chance nor I crack a smile.

“What, so now you’re going to spank me as some kind of claim? Do you realize how unhinged it looks that you showed up at the same restaurant and whisked me away like someone had stolen your toy?”

We don’t say anything, simply wait for her to take off her shoes and skirt. Now that she’s here with us, bare before us, I’m calming down. I look over at Chance and see that the possessive heat in his eyes has diminished to simple lust, too. We want to claim our girl, mark her, remind her of who she belongs to, but not because we need to—it’s just because we can. It’s because we want to.

Maisie’s now completely naked. Chance and I don’t move. I don’t know about Chance, but I’m taking a moment to enjoy the beautiful scene before me.

“Well, if you aren’t going to do anything,” she says after a long moment, “I will.”

And the little brat puts her fingers to her pussy and moans.

“You better not touch what’s ours,” I say.

Her deep pink lips quirk up to the side. “Well, nobody else is touching it.”

Chance says, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asks.

“Not yet,” Chance says.

I hold up a hand. “I have an idea. Be right back.”

I go to Chance’s room and retrieve the vibrating plug we used last time. I don’t know if Maisie got a good look at it, but I picked it out for her because the jewel decorating the base is dark pink like her lipstick. It’s my new favorite color.

When I return to the living room with the plug, lube, wipes, and condoms, Chance has Maisie bending over. Damn, she’s beautiful. Chance stands behind her, his hands on her ass, fingers splayed out to touch her, but not quite touching her.

“Please,” she says.

“I’ll give you something,” I say, holding up the plug.

She looks at me from her upside down position and immediately starts shaking her head. “That’s going to drive me crazy.”

“As crazy as we were when we walked into that restaurant and saw you with another guy. A guy who was touching you. Seems fair. Hold onto your ankles, sweetheart.”

I lube up the toy and add a healthy dollop of the stuff between her ass cheeks, smearing it around and smiling at the whimpers Maisie makes. Chance watches while I press the plug against her little pucker and give it a push.

Maisie makes the funniest little groan at the intrusion, and I give her ass a gentle pat.

“Good job,” I say. “Now, let’s make it vibrate.”

I turn on the device and Maisie nearly falls forward. I grab her hips to steady her. “Don’t move, angel. You can stay just like this until we tell you otherwise.”

She whines and shifts her legs from side to side, but she doesn’t try to move. “Now are you going to fuck me?”

“Not right away,” I say.

With a cute little wiggle of her ass, she says, “But…why not?”

“Our baby girl said she was going to the movies,” Chance says. “I don’t blame you, Maisie, for how your night turned into something else, but maybe we should watch a movie. Keep closer to your original plans.”

Seeing where Chance going with this, I say, “Yeah, great idea. Maisie, what kind of show would you like to watch?”

Her expression is one of shock and indignation. “Chance. Ethan. Come on. None of us wants to actually watch a movie right now.”

Chance is already turning on the television and scrolling through options. He picks something at random, some kind of spy movie I’ve seen before. The convoluted plot will be impossible to follow, and that’s kind of the point.

Fully clothed, Chance and I flop down onto the couch, leaving enough space between us for Maisie. For her part, she’s behaving and has stuck to the same position we left her in, although she squirms every now and then and she’s breathing hard.

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