I shoved my face into the mattress, bracing myself for what might come next, as he pushed his finger inside of me, penetrating my tight hole. I whimpered and squirmed.
"I'm just warming you up," he informed me, thrusting his finger deeper. "See, Daddy Slade did a good job of handling your mouth, but I think naughty girls who can't control their temper should have their little bottoms plugged."
My eyes bulged, and my ass tingled, even as my pussy wept with the eroticism of his words. My body was betraying me. I did not want a plug in my ass, despite the fact that when he said it, I was filled with an ache of arousal that started in my belly and went straight to my lady bits. I didn't bother shaking my head or trying to argue. One did not argue with a Dom like Blake.
All I could do was lay in wait, with his finger in my ass.
"I didn't hear the proper response from you, baby girl." The warning was punctuated with two sharp slaps to the tender under skin at the crease where my bottom met my thighs.
"Oh! Yes, Sir," I exclaimed.
"Yes, Sir. I deserve to have my naughty bottom plugged while you spank me," he corrected.
I about died, nearly choking on the words as I forced them past my lips in a thick whisper.
"Louder." It was a pinch, instead of a slap, this time.
"Yes, Sir!" I yelled, as loud as I could manage. "I deserve to have my naughty bottom plugged while you spank me!"
It was humiliating but not unbearable. Even a little bit hot. The worst part of it all was just knowing that Slade was bearing witness to all of it.
"Open your eyes, baby girl." I did, and I found Blake in front of me, holding a small metal plug with a red jeweled base in front of me. I didn't hold back a grimace, but I didn't look away, either, as he opened a bottle of lube and generously coated the metal plug. His eyes never left mine.
"This is what happens to naughty girls who don't mind their temper."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered my response, knowing it was expected of me.
As soon as the title left my lips, he disappeared from view. The next thing I felt was the cool metal of the plug pressed against my tight hole. I whimpered and braced myself as he teased my entrance with the tip.
His body covered me as he leaned to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to insert it now, baby girl, and it's going to stay in there while I whip your cute little bottom with my leather strap. If you take your spanking like a good girl, maybe I'll take it out tonight, before we fuck you."
The logistical conundrums his statement provided left me with all sorts of unanswered questions, none of which I liked the possible answers to. But there was no time to think about that as he slowly pushed the metal plug past my barrier, wiggling it into place as it filled me.
The pain lasted for only a minute and left me with a full discomfort that was not entirely unpleasant. He tapped the base and my bottom, letting me know that it was fully in. I heaved a sigh of relief and settled against the bed.
My comfort only lasted for a minute before he stepped in front of me again, this time, with a small but scary looking black leather strap.
"Your temper at work is something you have asked for my help with, baby girl. A regular hand spanking and belting just won't do. This is the treatment you will receive from us if you lose your temper at work. Each and every time. Do you understand?"
I nodded, gaging my emotions as he disappeared behind me. I was nervous about the strap and scared of the pain I knew I would feel before the night was over. I was more than a little apprehensive about what came after the punishment portion of the evening. I knew them well enough to know that this was not all they had planned. But, most of all, I was thankful. Thankful for these two very different men and the way they took care of me, each in their own way. They gave me a fulfillment I hadn't experienced since I left the ranch the first time, and they knew me well enough to know what I needed to grow and, usually, how to give it to me. I was, even with a plug in my ass, a mouth still covered in soap film, and a throbbing ass that would get much worse before it got better, a very lucky girl.
These were the thoughts I focused on as the first lash of the strap hit my already swollen bottom. The pain exploded as the bite of the leather spread through the affected area. I forced myself to breathe through the pain and focus on the lesson Blake was trying to impart. It was a lesson I wanted to learn.
The strap fell a dozen times in quick succession before he uttered a single word. He was the type to let his actions speak for him. The weight of the strap spoke volumes, and I felt every shred of disappointment and resolve each time it fell.
But I wouldn't cry until he spoke. Not even when the leather bit into the sensitive skin of my crease and upper thigh. Not even when it felt like a thousand angry hornets attacking my most tender skin. I held steady and stoic, letting the pain wash over me. A thin sheen of sweat covered my forehead, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but not a single tear fell.
The pain was nothing compared to Blake's disappointed lecture. "Baby girl," he finally growled, as the strap stung the crease under my left cheek. "You are better than your temper. You have the potential and ability to be just what those kids need, but you constantly get in your own way. You sabotage yourself because you have no faith in yourself. You do it because you want to run away and leave people before they leave you."
The strap continued to rain its punishment across my backside, but I could no longer feel anything as I was hanging on Blake's every word.
"Listen up, baby girl, and listen good. I will not allow you to self-sabotage. If you want to push people away like that, I will push back, every single time, and leave you with a plugged bottom and an inability to sit. And I will keep doing it, until I am sure that you have gotten the message loud and clear. And not just heard it but believed it."
The tears were falling now, fast and furious, down my face and onto the bedspread below. "What message?" I squeaked.
"This one." His voice was hard, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "That the only one running and pushing is you. It's not those kids. It's not Nan, and it sure as hell isn't Slade or me. We aren't going anywhere, and we will prove it to you, time and again, if that's what it takes, but for the sake of your pretty little bottom here, it would serve you well to just hear it good, this time."
"Okay!" The agreement left me in a loud and tortured wail. Every word he had spoken had cut straight to my soul, and I knew it was the truth. Blake understood me better than anyone. My downfalls, what made me tick, and what I was afraid of. He saw me in a way that no one ever had, because he was so much like me. And he never let me get away with anything. He knew too well what the negative outcome would be. He had spent a lifetime overcoming the same hang-ups.
"Yes, Sir." The words were hard, heavy, and pain filled, and I hated that I was hurting him.
"Yes, Sir!" I screamed, collapsing against the bed.
As soon as I did, I saw the strap fall onto the bedcovers beside me.
"We love you too much." It was a tortured whisper. "We love you. Both of us. Always have, always will. We're not giving up on you, baby girl. We're going to be right here, soap and strap in hand, waiting for the day when you say you love us, too."
I wept at his desperate admission. I knew Slade loved me, and I knew that Blake loved me, too, but it meant more coming from Blake, simply because I knew how hard it was for him to say it.
I only wished I could say it back.
Chapter 17
Blake
She didn't say it back, and I didn't expect her to. I knew she wasn't ready, and if she had said it just because I was ready, it wouldn't have meant as much.
Slade nodded his head at me, motioning towards where Merry lay collapsed against the bed. I fought the urge to order her to kneel or to take off my jeans and stick my cock in her face for her to service me.
Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed slow, rhythmic circles on her back, while she heaved sobs into the bedcovers.
We were both emotiona
lly spent, but the night wasn't close to over. I had to pull from the depths of my resources and give her the strength to do the same. But this comfort shit was hard. After pouring out my emotions, all I wanted to do was turn her over, throw her down against the bed, and fuck her brains out.
Instead, I waited till she turned toward me, lifting her head, until she met my gaze. The picture she made took my breath away. God, I loved this woman.
She arched her back up, lifting her upper body off the bed, and looked at me with want-filled eyes. I crooked my finger and gestured for her, opening my arms. She all but fell into them. She was nearly a dead weight against me as I pulled her into my lap and cradled her in my arms.
No words were spoken as she cried into my chest, soaking my shirt.
I alternated between feeling trapped and never wanting to move.
I sat there, stroking her hair, drying her tears, rubbing her back and whispering words of love and comfort until Slade nodded, signifying that it was time to move on.
"Little one," he called out, and Merry turned her attention to him. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?"
"Yes, Daddy." The whisper was a shaky one, but her eyes were shining with love.
"Then, don't you think it's time to thank us for taking the time to correct your behavior and teaching you such a hard and thorough lesson?"
"Yes, Daddy." Her cheeks tinged pink with blush, and she looked at me shyly.
I shook my head. "Daddy first."
Slade slowly worked the buttons on his fly as she watched in surprise. His jeans fell in a puddle at his feet, and I nudged her off my lap, smiling as she scurried to kneel at his feet. Role reversal. Every single part of tonight had been carefully orchestrated for us to show the entirety of what we were capable of. And, in a lot of ways, that meant doing the opposite of what came naturally to us.
I always went first, but I felt a perverse satisfaction at letting Slade take what was his while I looked on. Merry slowly peeled his tight boxer briefs down, grinning when his erection almost smacked her in the face.
She took it in both hands and looked at it with a gaze that was filled with worship just before she licked the tip and greedily took him in her mouth, as far as she could go. The red crystal of the plug shone and sparkled between her butt cheeks, and the skin on her sit spots nearly matched it. I watched him squirm when she cupped his balls and tugged gently while her tongue worked its magic up and down his shaft. His head rolled back, and I knew she was doing the swirling thing with her tongue that I liked so much. My own cock swelled under the tight constraints of my jeans while I watched, nearly moaning just from the show, itself. It was nothing compared to what was to come.
I watched until I couldn't take it anymore. Undoing my own jeans, I slid them off and my boxer briefs with them. Grasping my shaft tightly, I began to stroke myself off while I watched Slade shudder as Merry's mouth worked him over. I went slowly, increasing speed when I saw that he was about to come. I wouldn't finish myself off, though. Things were just about to get good.
Slade's body shook as he shuddered out his release, his eyes huge and dilated as he gripped her head and thrust it forward, forcing her to take his full length and swallow his load. I groaned in anticipation as I waited for my turn. When she had finally licked and swallowed every last drop, he released her, helped her stand, kissed her head, and then turned her body and pointed towards me.
Bless her heart, she didn't bat an eyelash as she walked over and dropped to her knees, giving me the same treatment Slade had received.
I moaned hard, grabbing a handful of her hair, using it as leverage while I guided her mouth up and down my shaft. She didn't need any help, but I gave it, anyway, because that's who I am. I like the power. I like to be in control. And she liked to let me.
I thrust my hips toward her while pushing her head so that I was fully inside of her, smiling when she started to gag. "Take it, baby girl," I muttered roughly.
My eyes met Slade's as he sauntered over to us, standing behind Merry. His large hand rested on the base of her neck, and he joined me in pushing her head down the length of my cock. Someone murmured in appreciation. I think it was Merry, but it might have been me. Everything felt so damn good, and sharing my best girl with my best friend was way hotter than it was awkward.
It didn't take me long to come—the whole night had been a mental and physical work up, and every nerve in my body was crying out for release. I came hard, thrusting into her mouth as I groaned, the sound deep and guttural as I filled her mouth with my cum.
I didn't wait for her to finish sucking me off, pulling out while my cock was still leaking and scooping her up, throwing her flat on her back onto the middle of the bed. Positioning myself between her legs, I leaned down and licked her pussy, smiling when she squirmed and bucked, grabbed my head, and pushed me deeper into her crevice.
"Oh, baby girl," I murmured against her mound. "You ain't seen nothing yet. This is only the beginning."
"You've been saying that all night," she giggled.
"And it's still true." I lifted my head and grinned up at her before burying my face in her sweetness. Using my finger to tease her hole, I worked my tongue over her clit until she was writhing and moaning, alternating between pulling me closer and trying to push me away.
I licked and sucked to my heart's content, until the blood rushed to my cock, once more, and I felt it swell with need.
With a moan that was almost feral, I rolled off the bed and leaned over her with a devilish grin. "That's enough of that, baby girl. It's time for your punishment fucking."
Her chin quivered, and her eyes widened, but her nipples betrayed her, puckering with arousal. "P-punishment f-fucking?" she stammered, her eyes ricocheting between my face and Slade's who had joined us on the bed.
"Oh, yes, little girl," Slade whispered. "Naughty girls who need reminders of who's in charge get fucked like bad girls."
"How do bad girls get fucked?" she squeaked.
"However we want to fuck them," I answered simply. "Now, get up on your knees."
She obeyed quickly, and I reached behind her, tapping the base of the plug. "Should I leave this in or take it out? I wonder…"
The question was a rhetorical one, and she knew better than to answer, but her eyes begged me to remove it. I let Slade do the honors.
"There," I said, once it was on the nightstand beside the bed. "That will make it much easier for us to both fuck you at once. Maybe I'll put it back in, once we're done."
Slade stayed behind her, and I was in front.
"A good punishment fuck is all about us. We will use you however we please, and you will give us pleasure at our request. When we are done, you will be shaking with need and begging us to let you come. You will cry out apologies and promises and swear up and down to be a good girl for the rest of your life. You will be a subby pile of baby girl goo, or we haven't done our jobs right. And we always do our jobs right, don't we?"
"Yes, Sir!" Her agreement was half gasp, half moan.
I leaned down to claim her mouth, kissing her hard as I grabbed handfuls of hair and ran my fingers through her silky locks. She melted into the kiss, receiving everything I was giving, while Slade entered her from behind. Her body was forced forward, colliding with my chest at the initial thrust of Slade's cock into her wet pussy.
"Do you like feeling Daddy's cock inside you while you kiss me, baby girl?" I whispered against her lips. Her eyes were wide with arousal, and she didn't answer.
"I'm going to fuck you from behind while Blake fucks you in the front, little girl." Slade's dirty talk only made me harder and more anxious to feel my cock throb inside of her.
I waited, teasing her clit with my fingers while Slade thrusted into her from behind, hard and fast. I relished the mewls of pain and pleasure that erupted from her sweet pink lips, wishing that I was the one who was making her squeal that way.
Slade fucked her with a force that had her falling onto all fours on the bed, una
ble to hold herself into the kneeling position any longer. I gripped my cock tightly, letting it swell in my hand, and began to stroke up and down my long shaft as I watched.
Holy fuck. Watching the two of them was almost as hot as participating. I stroked myself hard and fast, until I couldn't take it any longer, knowing that, if I didn't give myself a breather, I would come on the spot.
Slade nodded at me, and I knew he was feeling the same. Kneeling down so that my lips were next to her ear, I began to bark orders. "Get back up here, baby girl, and take your fucking like a good girl. You think you get to weasel out of what you have coming, just because Daddy fucks you good and hard?"
"No, Sir!" she squeaked, scrambling into her previous position, up on her knees on the mattress, between the two of us.
"Such a good girl," I teased. "Hey, Slade, let's switch places. I want to admire my marks while I pound this sweet little girl from behind."
Merry
I was done. Completely sore and deliciously exhausted. My body lagged with a tiredness I could feel deep in my bones. But there was something exciting about knowing I wasn't done, and that they would use and abuse me to their heart's content, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. It was my job to be open to whatever they wanted to give—at least, for tonight.
As the men switched places, I held my breath and swallowed, searching my core for an ounce of energy to give to them.
I needn't have worried, I learned, as they thrust into me simultaneously, sandwiching me between their hard sculpted chests. Blake took me in the ass, just as he had said he would, and Slade plunged into my pussy with a force that took my breath away. When I felt like falling over, their bodies held me up. The feeling of their cocks filling me at the same time was full and slightly painful but extremely satisfying. Every sensitive spot was being strummed and pounded, all at once. I leaned my head onto Slade's chest, and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled until I was forced to look up at him.
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