The sharp pain is blurring at the edges, mixing with the older hurts, layers of stinging and aching and delicious heat that licks across my skin. It’s lighting me up, making me airy and breathless, and I curve into the callouses on his hand, wanting him to scrape me with them again. “Three, sir, thank you. Four, sir. Thank y—”
Beau’s erection shoves between my lips, catching me by surprise. I instinctively press my tongue against him to push him out, but he ignores me, rocking in more deeply and holding me in place by my hair. His warm, masculine taste fills my mouth, and I relax around him, sucking on him to drag out more of that wonderful flavor.
Two dicks. I have to remember there are two. They’re both so distracting, I keep losing myself to one, then being surprised when the other claims back my attention.
“Don’t you dare.”
Beau drags himself out of my mouth and then slams back in, rough but not so deep that I gag.
“Forget.”
He thrusts in and out again. He swells against my tongue as he claims me.
“About.”
His shaft stretches my lips. My mouth waters, and I can’t spare the air to swallow, so my saliva soaks him on his backslide, making us sloppy and wet and messy.
“Me.”
Burying himself deep, he grinds against my mouth, and my nose tickles against the small, coarse hairs at his base. He’s at my throat now, and he works himself against me. Tears do spill over now, but I’m flying high on his taste and smell and the raw, coarse way he’s using me for his pleasure.
Forget about Beau? I’d sooner forget to breathe.
Just as I’m about to gag, he pulls free, and Dom’s hand slaps down again, hard. I gulp down air around a sob. Beau tilts my chin to study my face, but my mind is frantic.
Oh shit, what number am I up to?
Dom’s hand lifts, readying for the next smack that will take me back to one.
“Five! Thank you, thank you, sir. It’s five.” My breath hitches tearily. Ten more to go, I think, heart tangling somewhere between sinking and soaring. I look up at Beau through my tearstained lashes. “Thank you, Beau.”
Beau runs the backs of his fingers over the damp tracks on my cheeks, then lingers against my abused, saliva-slick lips, dipping in to caress the silky inside. “You dangerous thing.”
I jump as Dom’s fingers dip between my legs at the same time. The full fury of my lust centers on my throbbing clit, so close to where he’s teasing me. Beau removes his hand and brings his cock back to my lips, and I whimper, caught between slipping into the feeling of Dom in my pussy and wanting to please Beau.
Making a decision, I lean forward to lick at Beau eagerly, then tongue his slit, stealing the bead of moisture welling there.
Beau lets out a string of curses, and I’m rewarded by Dom thrusting two fingers inside me. I clamp down on him instantly, clutching at the filling pressure, and he pushes them in and out. The wet suck is loud, obscene, but I couldn’t care. I redouble my messy efforts on Beau’s cock, moaning shakily around it, and Dom leans down over me to circle my clit with his other hand.
“Is this what you want, pet? Say the word and there’s no more punishment, I’ll make this pretty pink cunt come for me again, and Beau will spill all over your tongue. We’ll even cuddle before we head home.”
What?
Beau backs up as I pause, watching me consider. I twist to look over my shoulder so I can read Dom’s expression— something sounded off in his tone—but he smacks me again, and I snap back around.
“Six, sir, thank you,” I say absently, and Beau snorts.
“Brat,” he says affectionately.
A smile touches my lips, but my brow scrunches in confusion. Dom crooks his fingers and rubs tauntingly against a spot inside me that makes my vision haze. My mouth drops open on a long, moaning exhale.
No, pay attention, I order myself dizzily.
“W-why would you do that?” I force myself to ask, and I ignore the husky, needy sound of my voice.
Dom is silent for a moment, then he finally says, “No need for you to be punished if you don’t deserve it, right?”
I blink a few times and hold myself still, so I don’t fuck against his hand like I really want to. My thoughts are drunken, floating, but something similar to hurt trickles through.
He’s testing me. He’s testing me now?
He’ll follow through, I know, and deliver me the orgasm he promised . . . but he won’t fuck me, and he won’t ever do this again. Dom made it clear that he needs to do things a certain way.
He’s seeing if I can handle it.
Anger spits through my giddy lust. “I am taking my punishment, sir. If you have a problem delivering it, then maybe I should find someone else to finish it. Jasper, maybe? You said you’d hand me over to him, right?”
He wasn’t there to hear how Jasper rejected me, but I’ve seen enough to know sharing with anyone but Beau bothers him.
Dom’s hand tenses on my backside. “You want your punishment?”
I do turn to glare at him then. “I didn’t use my safeword.”
“No, you didn’t.”
My glare softens, just a touch, as I take him in. He’s so tense, the muscles on his stomach are quivering, his face is flushed and strained and his eyes golden fire, and his deprived cock is dark and stiff and glossy with his need.
I’m growing softer, wetter in response. I’ve been so caught up with how good they’re making me feel, I hadn’t fully registered how much they were getting off on having me like this, spread out for them to enjoy.
I lick my lips and deepen the arch of my back. Dom’s eyes drop to where his fingers are still buried deep in my—God, what had he called it?—my pretty pink cunt.
Even thinking the filthy word makes me shudder.
“I earned my punishment, sir. Please give it to me,” I murmur. “Let me show you I can be good.”
I glance back at Beau so he knows I include him in that. Beau’s pupils are dilated, and his chest works with short, sharp breaths. He meets my eyes with a look of pure, carnal promise.
“All right, pet, no more warming up. No more counting. Brace yourself.” Dom pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I sigh at the loss. Then he adds, “You get two more for being a sassy brat. Don’t threaten me with Jasper again.”
That makes me grin, but I do as he says and steady my stance.
Beau grips my chin. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, darlin’， and I’m not gonna stop till you’ve taken every last drop.”
He taps my jaw. “And don’t go biting me, even when it hurts.”
I release a shaky breath. “Yes, Beau.”
Beau strokes my cheek, then lines himself back up at my mouth, which I open obediently. Watching me, he makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan. He fills me slowly, completely, and I take in every expressive twitch and grimace on his face. When he’s completely seated, he nods to Dom—and then things speed up.
Beau starts moving rough and fast just as Dom starts raining blow after blow in quick succession, and it’s all I can do to hold on and let it all happen. The spanks hurt—some stinging and sharp, others solid and aching, and Dom’s hands move around my ass as if to make sure there will be no inch of unbranded skin left to sit on.