Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Would he boss her around? Did he like role-play?
Oh God.
Bad Maggie.
“Now, I wonder what you’re thinking,” Ian murmured. “Tell me.”
“No!”
“Tut-tut, that’s naughty to disobey your Dom,” Ian told her.
Did he know what his words were doing to her? Did he get how much she liked them both taking charge like this?
While she liked an indulgent Daddy, she also liked a take-charge Dom. Someone to take over completely.
“Very naughty,” Jack murmured. “She definitely shouldn’t come if she’s going to be so disobedient.”
Ian sighed sadly. “And I was so close to relenting and allowing her to find release.”
“You were not!” Shoot. She’d been trying to sound outraged. But instead, she sounded like she was close to begging.
What kind of mind fuck was this anyway? Ian hadn’t been close to relenting.
Right?
“Well, now you’ll never know. Will you?” He slid his finger from her pussy and she whimpered, pushing her hips back to find what she needed.
“Please. I’m hurting.”
Jack studied her worriedly for a moment. Then his lips turned up. “I don’t know . . .”
“I am. Please, Sir. Please.”
Jack leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Be a good girl and maybe you’ll get rewarded.”
Oh, thank God.
“Tell us what you were thinking about,” Jack pressed.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to be upset with me.”
He frowned, glancing behind her to where Ian stood.
“Why would we be upset, Little girl?” Ian asked, running his hand down her back.
“I guess . . . I was just thinking about what the . . . the three of you would be like together.”
“Ahh, were you wondering what sort of Dom Jameson would be?” Ian asked.
She let out a whoosh of breath. Good. He didn’t sound upset. She wasn’t sure it was good etiquette to think about another man while two more were touching you, though.
“It’s not that I want him here or anything. The two of you are more than enough, don’t get me wrong.”
“Shh.” Jack put his finger on her mouth. “We’re not upset, baby girl.”
“You’re not?”
“No,” Ian added. “As long as you aren’t thinking you can replace us with him.”
“Never!” she said. “The two of you . . . you’re all I’ve been thinking about. You’re both perfection. Gorgeous and sexy.”
“Yeah?” Jack asked. “I’m sexier than the grump here, though, right?”
Ian grumbled.
“No,” she said with a grin.
Jack winked at her and mouthed the word, “liar.”
She giggled.
“Hey, no giggling while you’re being punished. This is all going very wrong.” Ian sighed with mock disappointment.
“She was a good girl and told us what she was thinking, though,” Jack pointed out. “So perhaps she should get to come.”
“You’re my favorite,” she mouthed.
“I know,” he said silently back.
“We’ll see how well she takes the rest of her spanking,” Ian told them.
Jack moved as Ian slapped his hand down on her left cheek. Jack followed up with a smack to her right. She moaned, wriggling from side to side.
“Stay still,” Ian commanded. “You don’t want anymore, do you?”
“No, Sir.”
“I prefer my name. Or Daddy.”
Monkeyballs. She could feel herself growing wetter. What were they doing to her?
“You can call me Sir. I like Sir Daddy,” Jack said.
He would. Dear Lord.
Another two smacks. This was too much. She needed to come.
“Last two smacks, Little girl,” Ian told her.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if those final smacks were harder than the rest, but she let out a small cry as they landed, going up onto her tiptoes.
Both men ran their hands over her ass, soothing her. She felt kisses along her hot cheeks, which probably would have been embarrassing under other circumstances.
Then, fingers were running along her slick lips.
“Please. Please.”
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Jack murmured, lightly circling her clit. “So hot and wet. I have to taste her, Ian.”
“Turn her over,” Ian ordered.
She was moved, so she was lying on her back. At some stage, her bikini bottoms had been removed so her lower half was now completely bare. Jack slid her feet flat onto the table, spreading them wide. Then he parted her lower lips, staring down at her pussy.
She felt so exposed. At their mercy.
“Should we . . . should we go inside?” she asked breathlessly as Ian moved to her side.
“No,” he said.
“But—”
Ian put his hand over her mouth, giving her a stern look. “Who is in charge right now?”
Oh heck.
“I swear she just got wetter,” Jack said.
“She likes us taking control, don’t you, Little girl?”
“Fuck. Imagine what she’d be like under Jameson’s control,” Jack muttered.
“Jameson likes full control,” Ian told her. “He wouldn’t take any sort of topping from the bottom. And there’s no way you’d be allowed to come after you were punished.”
She whimpered. That sounded awful.
Awful and intriguing.
“Just as well you’ve got kind and generous Doms here now, isn’t it?” Ian said.
Kind and generous?
“You just spanked me!”
“Are you saying you didn’t need it? That you didn’t enjoy it?” Ian asked.