Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Gaeton doesn’t give Aurora any warning. He simply starts spanking her, one punishing strike after another, alternating cheeks and spacing. She squirms and whimpers, and I stroke her hair absentmindedly as I watch Isabelle watch what’s happening. Even with her comment about watching Gaeton fuck Aurora, I’m still unprepared for the sheer lust in her eyes every time his hand lands with a meaty thwack on Aurora’s pert little ass. Knowing Aurora, she’s practically dripping from this treatment, and Isabelle’s angle will give her a glimpse of that desire.
She looks like she wants to lick Aurora clean.
I shift, my cock hardening again to press against the front of my jeans. The desire to skip right over the punishment and get to the fucking is tempting, but it would cheat all four of us to do it.
“There.” Gaeton’s rough word brings me back to the present. He hauls Aurora up and frames her face in his big hands. “I suppose it’s too much to ask that you never do it again?”
She smiles beatifically and dips down to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “Yep.”
“Scamp.” He lifts her and deposits her in my lap. Without another word, he rises, his giant cock straining the front of his slacks, and stalks toward Isabelle.
I dig a blanket out from the basket beneath the couch and tuck it around Aurora. “You good?”
“I’m good.” She shivers and presses her face to my neck. “Damn, Beast. If you three ever, ever want to play again, promise I’m the first on your list.”
My gaze tracks to where Gaeton now stands between Isabelle’s forcibly spread knees, staring down at her ass as if he wants to jump past the punishment as much as I do. “I think we can arrange that.”
“Yay.” She wiggles excitedly, and then moans a little.
I lean back. “Aurora.” I inject a bit of bite into my tone. “Stop rubbing your ass all over my cock or I’m going to start spanking you again. You’ll have bruises upon bruises.”
“Promise?”
“Beast.” Gaeton’s command brings my head up. He’s watching us closely. “Aurora hasn’t learned her lesson.”
“It appears not.”
“Mmm.” He leaves Isabelle and walks over to us. Before I can figure out what he intends, he grabs the bottom edge of the couch and hauls us forward to within touching distance of the spanking bench. “Better.”
His strength sends a surge of desire through me and I let him see it, just for a moment. “Much better.”
Gaeton gives me a quick grin that’s full of the promise of later, and then he moves to Isabelle’s other side. “We’re going to start with my hand. One stroke for each of you until I’m satisfied that you won’t be sneaking off to play with her pussy every chance you get.” He waits for me to take the blanket back from Aurora and, after a moment, to take her dress, too. Gaeton narrows his eyes at her. “Don’t be rubbing your pussy all over Beast’s leg, either. You’re fucking shameless, Aurora. Take your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir!” she says it so primly, there’s no way a soul in this room believes her.
He shakes his head slowly. “Such a little brat.”
I pull her over my lap and shift her up until her ass is higher than the rest of her, her cheek against the couch cushion as she looks up at Isabelle. Gaeton and I time our strikes perfectly, and both women cry out. Aurora’s ass is a deep red, but I’ve played with her enough to know she can take more.
Again and again and again.
I know exactly what Gaeton’s strength can do when he puts his mind to it. He’s being careful with Isabelle. No matter how much she cries out and how pretty her tears, he’s holding back. Ideally, we wouldn’t be experimenting with pain without knowing her threshold in a public scene like this. The concentration on Gaeton’s face every time he lifts his hand to spank her ass is so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.
Aurora squirms in my lap and I put a little extra snap behind my next strike. She moans and I shake my head. “Shameless.”
“You know it,” she gasps out, but her voice has gone a little hazy and lost some of the bratty bite. Just as well. Isabelle can’t take much more.
As if I beamed that thought right into Gaeton’s head, he runs his hands over Isabelle’s ass, earning a sexy little whimper from her. “Are you feeling repentant, little slut?”
“Yes, Sir.” A single tear escapes the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I know what comes next in Gaeton’s head. He has no problem fucking in front of people. It’s not my preference any more than scening publicly is, but once again, I have little choice in this moment.
We have to finish it.
“Are you ready to show everyone just how sorry you are?” He’s talking to her, but he’s looking at me.