My feet touch something soft, and I realize Dom has unrolled his pallet over the grass.
“Kneel.”
The command does something intangible but wholly visceral to me, and I’m kneeling before I’ve even registered what Dom said.
“Very nice.” Beau runs his hand over my head, like I am the pet they’d called me. “That’s perfect, sweet girl.”
“Hands and knees,” Dom commands. “I want you bent over.”
I’m shocked by the rush of desire that accompanies his words. I bend over, on display for them both. Dom is behind me now, and he has to see the moisture glistening between my folds.
“Spread your legs wide, darlin’， and arch your back.” Beau kneels down beside me and presses down on the center of my back until I’m arched obscenely. My breasts are thrust forward and my legs are spread wide, ass in the air.
My breath catches. I’m so exposed like this. There’s no hiding anything and, even though my skin buzzes with expectation, a bout of self-consciousness hits me.
Beau cups one of my breasts and squeezes. “Fuck. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He plucks at my abused nipple, and I squeak, though I force myself to stay still like they told me. His words filter in and the nervousness fades almost as quickly as it came. Beau’s thumb soothes over the sting.
Dom releases a deep sound of satisfaction. “So you can listen.”
He kneels behind me and runs a possessive hand down my back.
His voice turns dark. “Which means you’ve just been choosing not to.”
His hand claps hard against my left ass cheek, and electricity jolts from his hand directly to my clit. “Count them for me, pet. You get fifteen for not following orders today. If you lose count or squirm away, we start again.”
The sting is chased by a hot ache and my pussy clenches around nothing.
Fifteen? I can do fifteen, right? That’s not many. It’s just five, three times. I can do that. He’s not even hitting me as hard as Jayk did—though Jayk was inside me at the time, so it’s a little different.
Dom’s hand comes down again, harder and with a sharp sting, right over the first ache. “Am I going deaf, Beau? Did you hear counting? ’Cause I’m sure our subbie is not stupid enough to ignore me while I have my hand on her ass.”
“No, sir, I did not hear a single peep myself. Could be the gunshots messed with our hearing?” Beau tweaks my other nipple, hard, and I yelp.
“I—” I start, but Dom speaks over the top of me.
“Or maybe something happened to her tongue in all the mess. Why don’t you make sure her mouth is in working order, doc?”
“Seems like the responsible thing to do,” Beau agrees.
I look up as Beau moves in front of me, fisting his hand in my hair. The beautiful, hard length of him juts from his body. His other hand wraps around my chin, and he presses against my cheeks until my mouth pops open. I expect him to shove in, but he cranes my head back further until I’m looking him in his pretty green and gold eyes through my clear lenses.
“You need me to stop, you hit my legs, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, though the word is garbled through my pinched cheeks.
Beau inches his cock between my lips, teasing me with it. I swipe at the head with my tongue, enjoying the warm, slightly tangy taste of his pre-cum. He backs out and, with the way he’s holding my mouth open, I can’t follow him. I can only wait for him to gift me with another taste. I whine in frustration, and Beau lets out a husky laugh.
“You want more, pretty girl? You want to swallow my dick?”
He’s feeding it to me before I can answer, the glossiness from the first pass easing his slide past my lips. Greedily, I tighten around him, sucking him in and running my tongue around the underside until he backs away again so I can focus on the fat, flared head. With his fist in my hair, I can’t move at all, so I just accept what he gives me.
Beau rocks back and forth in slow, lazy movements, taking my tongue where he wants it and murmuring encouragement. The musky scent of him makes me dizzy, like I’m supping on ambrosia or some kind of decadent alcohol that makes me liquid and light and needy. My skin tingles, and my nipples feel painfully tight, my pussy wet and hollow and clenching around nothing.
I want to be touched. Now. I need to be.
Beau pushes in deep with a rumbling groan, and I look up at him pleadingly.
His tongue teases his lower lip, and his expression becomes pained. “Fuck me. Those eyes of yours, darlin’。 I like it when you beg me.”
I run my tongue along the root of him, flattening it along the underside of his length, and his head drops back.
He pulls back and then pushes in again with a short, chastising thrust. “You like having my cock in your mouth? I’m going to spill inside you, darlin’， and you can have every drop. I’ll smear it all over your tongue so you can taste me all the way home.”
I moan then, growing wetter. As I do, a hand crashes down hard on my other ass cheek, and the unexpected pain sends me rocking forward. I choke on Beau’s dick, and he clutches me tight against him, letting the contractions in my throat work over its tip.
Tears leak from my eyes and, desperately, I suck in air through my nose, whimpering as Dom’s calloused hand soothes over the sting. Then, as if to mock the moment of tenderness, he rakes his nails over my ass, adding a new scorch of pain over the easing prickle.
Beau pulls back, yanking my head off him. Saliva clings to my mouth, and I only just stop my hands flying up to wipe it away. I gasp for air.
“Hmm. I still don’t hear—”
“One!” I cry out, and my voice is hoarse, maybe from shouting, or crying out, or maybe just from strangling on Beau’s dick.
“One!”
“One what?” Dom’s voice is unbearably patient and the warning in it makes me quake.
“One . . . spanking?”
Dom’s hand comes down on my tender flesh again. “Try again. We’re still at one.”
Panic shimmers beside desperate need, and I don’t know if I want to shy away from the blinding pleasure-pain he’s delivering or melt into it.
“One, ah, one . . . um.” Shit, shit. I tense, readying for another blow.
Beau runs his thumb along the sensitive column of my throat and whispers, “Bit of respect might do you some good here, darlin’。”
I blink, dazed. “One, sir! Sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Spoilsport,” Dom mutters. His fingers track so lightly against my hot, stinging skin that goosebumps race down my spine.
“The ‘thank you’ is nice, though.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Yes, sir. I’m so—”
I’m cut off with a squeak as the next spank comes out of nowhere, lower this time, right above the seam between my thigh and ass.
“Two, sir. Th-thank you, sir,” I stammer out.
Breathing through the bright, radiating sting, I wait for the ache to settle in and bring that delectable flush of heat. Before it does, he strikes twice more in quick succession against the middle, meaty flesh of each cheek.
“Ow!” I yelp and tears leap to my eyes, even though I don’t feel like crying again, not really. Dom’s hand pushes down on the small of my back until I arch again, keeping my wet folds presented to him. I feel them part and want nothing more than for him to bury himself inside me.