Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
His large hand left my back and he flipped the shirt upward, baring my bottom to the three of them.
Oh God. They all saw me now. There wasn’t a ton of light from the fire or the light from the kitchen, but still, I knew they could see.
Parker leaned in and kissed me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed back. “But could you turn off the light in the kitchenette? Oh, and close the door to the balcony.”
“Of course.” Before he got up, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Kylie.”
As Parker got up, Jude whispered something to him, but I couldn’t tell what.
“How many spankings do you think you deserve?” Mason asked in a voice heavy with arousal.
“Five?”
“Five,” he scoffed. “That’s barely even a number. “Let’s start with ten.”
Parker returned, taking his position by my head.
“Hold her hands,” Mason told him. Parker tugged my hands up until they were above my head, pinning them against the cushion of the sofa. For a moment, I was confused. Did Mason think I’d bolt? I’d laid down here willingly. But wow, it was hot having my hands held above my head.
And then I realized that was why Mason had told him to do it.
“Ready?” the big man asked.
“Yes.”
Shivers of anticipation filled me as I waited. And then his hand came down. I jumped, but as I gathered my thoughts, I realized it’d been more about surprise than pain. Mason slapped my ass again, and I managed to stay still that time.
Then his finger touched my bare cheek, tracing over something I couldn’t see… maybe redness from his spanks?
His light touch felt good, making me squirm on his lap. Parker clasped my wrists tighter, making me squirm more.
Mason chuckled, and then his hand descended three more times. “Halfway there,” he said.
He rubbed the backs of my thighs lightly, teasing me. His finger dipped into the valley between my legs, but he didn’t push it any further than that—unfortunately.
Then his hand disappeared and he spanked me five more times.
I yelped for the last two, which were harder, but they also made me squirm more, grinding myself against Mason’s muscular thighs.
I felt a hand on my ass cheek, and I knew it wasn’t Mason’s. Jude sat on the edge of the coffee table, his eyes on my backside.
“Let’s see how she does with a paddle,” Jude said, and I tensed up. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, but it was too late. By the way his torso twisted in the corner of my eye, I suspected he’d raised his hand.
I braced myself for a big smack, but what I got was actually a small sting. If it was a paddle, had he used the narrow edge of it? Then there was another little sting, and then they rained down on my ass in a rapid succession.
Suddenly, I understood and almost laughed out loud. He didn’t have a paddle, he had drumsticks—and my ass as his drum.
“Never seen that before,” Parker remarked. “How does it feel?” He ran a finger of his free hand along my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Weird,” I said. “And sort of… sexy.”
“Drummers are sexy,” Jude said. “Why do you think I play drums in the band?”
He moved the drumsticks up and down so fast, it felt like there were at least a dozen of them rapping against my skin. Maybe he was playing some kind of drum solo? It didn’t hurt, not exactly. More like small little snaps against my skin. It turned me on big time—at least until something smacked my head. “Ouch!”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Jude said hastily, stilling the drumsticks at once.
“What happened?” I asked while Parker rubbed the spot where I’d just been hit.
“I got a little carried away,” Jude admitted, sounding chastened. “You see, on a drum set, the cymbal is where your head is.”
Silence filled the room, then we all laughed. It felt weird to shake with laughter while balanced on Mason’s lap with my ass in the air, but I couldn’t help it. I felt Mason shift his weight, leaning forward. He must’ve plucked the drumsticks out of Jude’s grasp because suddenly, they landed near my head. “My turn again,” Mason growled.
Parker spoke up. “Actually, it’s mine.” There was a beat or two of silence, then Jude got up so Parker could sit on the coffee table next to me. I got the sense that Mason and Jude were a little surprised, further confirming my theory that they’d shared a woman before but not with Parker.
Parker reached out and squeezed my cheek once before giving it a pat and removing his hand. “Get on all fours, Kylie.”
I gulped but did as he said. Mason helped steady me as I pushed myself up. It wasn’t all that easy to position myself on the couch with his legs under me. Finally, I got in the correct position with my arms on one side of Mason’s thighs and my knees on the other.