JOSEPH
“Joseph!” Marco’s voice boomed down the stairs from the direction of our bedroom. “I need to talk to you about our naughty girl.”
His words sent lust punching through my body, and my cock instantly stiffened in anticipation. A slightly cruel grin twisted my lips as I took the stairs two at a time, eager to reach my quarry. All thoughts of the stressful Biology exam I’d just finished evaporated from my mind. The prospect of taming Ashlyn consumed my entire being, and my full, wicked focus centered on her.
When I reached the landing, I slowed to a casual stroll, appearing coolly collected by the time I reached the threshold to our bedroom. My gaze swept over Ashlyn where she sat bolt upright on the bed, clutching her tablet to her chest as though it was a shield that would protect her from my discipline. Her cheeks were flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and her lush lips were parted as she drew in little panting breaths. Our girl was already aroused by the prospect of punishment.
I forced my attention to shift to Marco, lifting my brows as I drawled, “What did she do?” I deftly undid the buttons at the cuffs of my shirt and slowly rolled the sleeves up to my elbows. Ashlyn’s soft intake of breath went straight to my cock, and I suppressed a groan of carnal need.
I wanted to play with her before I attained my own release. Fucking her would be so much more satisfying once I had her quivering in my ropes and begging for mercy. The keen urge to utterly dominate her set my teeth on edge, but I mastered my base urges and kept my gaze on Marco. She liked when we discussed her punishments while she listened with growing trepidation and lust. Our sweet girl was rarely naughty, so she must need to be taken in hand for some reason. Our control and care comforted her like nothing else.
I was more than happy to oblige her.
A small smile played around the corners of Marco’s mouth, but he mostly managed to suppress his amusement and appear stern. He had set his sketchpad aside on the desk behind him so that he could cross his muscular arms over his chest, making my fierce friend appear even more intimidating than his usual granite bearing.
“She’s been putting on a pretty pout to try to goad me into spanking her,” he informed me. His dark eyes flicked to her. “You know Daddy’s working, princess. If you’re so eager for more punishment, Joseph can make sure you don’t sit comfortably for a week.”
She squirmed on the bed, and her nipples peaked against the silken fabric of her pink robe, snagging my attention despite my efforts to talk to Marco about her transgressions.
Her wide blue eyes drew me in, and I stopped resisting my most wicked urges. I allowed my lips to stretch in a lazy, slightly feral grin as I prowled toward her. An adorable whimper escaped her lush mouth, and she shrank back into the pillows.
“Joseph doesn’t have to punish me, Daddy,” she protested breathlessly. “We can all cuddle together and watch kitten videos.”
His dark chuckle rolled through the room, and she shivered as though it was a physical caress on her soft skin. “It’s too late for that, princess,” he cooed. “And you’d better address your Master with the proper respect, or he might make you suffer even more. He might not give you an orgasm for a long time.” He released a low hum of satisfaction at the alarm in her lovely eyes. “I think that’s a good idea. Make her beg, Joseph.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I promised, loving the delicate shudder that rolled through her body.
She didn’t try to escape; she froze like a startled doe, staring up at me as I loomed over her. Her breaths came quicker, pushing her breasts up in an enticing display where they pressed against the tablet. Her knuckles were white around the device.
“But you like the unicorn kittens,” she reminded me breathlessly. “Let’s just watch together.”
I reached out and plucked the tablet from her hands with a cruel smile. “That’s not what you really want to do, is it, angel?” Never taking my eyes off her, I spoke casually to Marco. “I’ll need my rope. And a flogger. The mean one.”
Ashlyn’s lips popped open in an enticing O. I craved to sink my cock inside her hot mouth, but that could come later. I was enjoying playing with her far too much to end this any time soon. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and already I was becoming intoxicated by my power over her.
“But that one stings,” she whined, further sealing her fate with another pretty pout in Marco’s direction.
“Good,” he replied coolly, going to the closet to retrieve the items I’d requested.
She really must need to be forced into a submissive headspace if she was this intent on provoking him. I was more than pleased to give her what she needed, but I’d have to talk to Marco later about what had upset her.
While he went to get the wicked toys I’d asked for, I turned my full attention on my prey. She didn’t struggle or protest when I roughly yanked the sash on her pink robe, tugging at her waist and forcing her back to arch as it slid free. The silken material parted between her breasts, offering a tantalizing glimpse at her sensual curves.
I fisted the robe in both hands and pushed it down her arms, stripping her with quick, harsh efficiency. She gasped at my sudden brutal treatment, but her peaked nipples and flushed cheeks betrayed her excitement.
My fingers sank into her hips, and I flipped her onto her front so I could grab the robe and toss it aside; I didn’t want it to snag my ropes when I began to bind her. Surprise made me pause when I took in her reddened ass. I trailed my fingers over the perfect curve of her enflamed bottom, and she shuddered at the contrast of the tender touch.
“Looks like our girl has been very naughty today,” I remarked, glancing up at Marco as he reentered the bedroom from our cavernous walk-in closet, rope and flogger in hand. “What did she do to earn a spanking already?”
His jaw ticked, and his dark eyes flashed as he gave me a short jerk of his head, warning me not to press. She tensed beneath me, some dark memory souring her erotic anticipation. I sensed that now wasn’t the time for an interrogation, even if it could be fun to make her confess. She needed to forget about her worries and just submit to my will.
I flipped her onto her back again and wrapped my hand around her throat, restricting her ability to speak. She couldn’t so much as breathe freely if I didn’t allow it. Her eyes softened, her body relaxing fully in my utterly dominant hold. Ashlyn loved being my prey, my helpless captive.