Desired (Club Sin 3)

Cora shook her head with a proud smile. “Nope, not me. I got permission.”

“Me, too,” Presley replied softly.

Kyler glanced over his shoulder, glaring at his so-called friends. “Did you, now?”

“Payback is a bitch, buddy,” Aidan called from the couch.

Dmitri shook with laughter.

Kyler narrowed his eyes, but hell, he should have expected to receive some payback. He also figured that Aidan and Dmitri had set up the scene for the women and gave them a plan. Meddling pricks. Maybe he deserved it. He’d poked his nose in their matters often enough, thinking he knew what was best for them, that Kyler mused to himself that he should have expected such an outcome. And, in regard to Club Sin, Ella didn’t belong to Kyler, even if he cared for her—she didn’t wear his collar that marked his ownership. If she had asked Cora for the scene, it was in her right to do so.

Shedding his frustration, he turned to Ella and ran a hand across her hot bottom, feeling her hard shudder. “Tell me what happened tonight.”

Ella stayed silent, simply moaning and breathing deeply. Not a surprise. Also, it told Kyler that they had been paddling her for some time. She was dropped into that hazy state of pleasure. While he suspected she knew he was there, since she squirmed beneath his hand and also relaxed, he doubted she’d have it in her to answer his questions.

Presley said, “Cora paddled her, and I stayed by her face to watch over her.”

Gazing over Ella, he appreciated that the girls hadn’t tied Ella down. This confirmed Dmitri and Aidan likely had a hand in ensuring Ella’s safety and mental well-being tonight. That eased the tightness in his chest. Leaving a hand on Ella’s back as she panted, he asked Presley, “Tell me, how did she handle the first swat?”

Presley smiled. “She … well … moaned.”

Kyler exhaled a long breath, sliding his hand over Ella’s bottom, embracing the warmth. So, my little submissive thinks she knows better than me, does she? While he partly agreed with Ella in the instance, knowing that he’d never have taken her into this scene so soon, he also recoiled that she hadn’t been paddled by his hand. “How about throughout, did she manage well?”

Cora nodded. “She did.”

Presley added, “I kept a good eye on her, but she”—her cheeks burned brightly, so classic Presley—“she seemed to enjoy it, and became more aroused as time went on.”

“She sure did,” Cora said. “She’s right ready to be fucked.”

Kyler groaned.

Cora chuckled, grabbing his hand. Before he realized what she was doing, his hand was covered in Ella’s arousal. “Hmm,” Cora murmured with a smirk. “Seems I made her very aroused. Maybe I should keep going.”

“No,” Kyler growled.

Cora’s brows rose. “No?”

He narrowed his eyes, even if he knew there was no heat behind it. Ella had trusted Presley and Cora to allow this, and that, begrudgingly, pleased him. She was depending on others. They must’ve talked about it all before. That meant Ella was sharing her feelings with others. “You’ve proved your point. Go away.”

Cora bounced on her heels and handed him the paddle. “Gladly.”

“Yes, Master Kyler.” Presley grinned.

Kyler moved behind Ella, seeing the arousal on her pink folds exposed with her spread legs. His gaze drank in the sight of her. Then he saw reason, like a brick wall hitting him in the face.

He ran his hand over her red bottom, knowing his hesitation had been caused by him. Ella had moved on. She’d showed him that now. She was ready. She knew what she wanted or didn’t want, but quite possibly he’d simply been too stuck on what had happ

ened to her.

Maybe it was time for them both to let it go.

Now he realized that perhaps he did see Ella as a little broken. Yet she’d been paddled to the point of her ass being bright red, and she was greatly turned on. With this view, he could hardly ignore the turning point for them. Nor couldn’t he deny how strong she was. How the one thing she’d fought for, she found.

Ella had acted, controlling her desires.

She hadn’t waited for him to come to terms with it all, she forced him to, because that’s what she wanted. While he was annoyed at their little show, he couldn’t help but be proud of her. Ella wasn’t waiting for new adventures, hoping they would happen; she sought them out.

Before Cora and Presley left the spanking bench, he turned to them. “Thank you.”