ASHLYN
Marco set me down on my feet, and Joseph’s deft fingers found the zipper at the back of my red bodycon dress. He pulled it down slowly, the sound shivering down my spine. Marco fisted the tight-fitting material in his big hands and eased it up my thighs, stripping me with aching care. They worshipped me even as they prepared me for erotic punishment. I was theirs to protect and cherish, just as my strong protectors belonged to me completely.
Marco finished peeling the dress over my torso, exposing my breasts. The garment was structured enough that I didn’t need to wear a bra, so my peaked nipples were vulnerable to Joseph’s torment. As Marco took his time tugging the dress over my head, Joseph’s arms encircled me from behind. He pinched and rolled my nipples between his cruel, clever fingers while he nipped at my neck, giving me little bites of pain that drove me wild. My sex grew slick with arousal, and my clit began to pulse with need.
Tossing my dress aside, Marco knelt before me and ripped my red lace panties away with his teeth. A pleasurable shudder rolled through me in response to his ferocity. I loved when he handled me like this—like getting me naked was the only thing that mattered in his world. I craved his touch on my bare skin, and a shuddering sigh left my chest when his calloused palms skimmed up my legs before he cupped my ass in both hands. His thick fingers dug into my tender flesh, a wicked promise of the punishment that was to come.
He leaned in close to my sex, his heated words teasing over my wet folds. “You put yourself at risk, babygirl,” he admonished. “I can’t allow that.”
He nipped at my clit at the same time as Joseph tweaked my nipples. I tossed back my head on a harsh cry as pain and pleasure twined together in a blissful hit of conflicting sensation.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whined, arching into the tug of Joseph’s fingers in an attempt to alleviate some of the pinching pressure on my tight buds. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Marco kissed my clit, drawing a moan from my chest as sparks of pleasure danced through my core. “I know you are, sweet girl. You’re still getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, submitting to their will. I would give them anything, do anything to please them.
They’d been shaken when they’d seen me in distress. Touching me, correcting my behavior, would soothe all of us.
Marco stood and grasped my wrists, drawing me away from Joseph. I immediately missed my Master’s cruel caresses, but I meekly followed where my Daddy led. As we moved toward the gilded wall, I heard the rustle of Joseph’s clothes falling away as he stripped. Hungry to drink in his gorgeous, hard body, I tried to turn to look at him.
Marco’s fingers sank into my hair, directing my gaze straight ahead. I whimpered my disappointment, and his dark chuckle rolled over my skin, making me shiver.
“Greedy girl,” he admonished. “Your Master can have you after I’m finished with you.”
He held my wrists in his free hand, pressing them against the wall. He released my hair, and I had only a moment to draw breath before the shock of his hand slapping my bottom awoke a fierce sting on my sensitive flesh. I released a shocked cry, shifting away from the intensity of the first blow.
Marco’s arm encircled my waist, and his hand dipped between my legs to roughly cup my sex. Another strangled shout caught in my throat as he applied pressure directly to my clit, forcing my back to arch so that my ass was offered up for more punishment. Mindlessly, I tried to grind against his palm, seeking more stimulation.
Fire lashed at my clit when he delivered a sharp, punitive slap directly to my pussy. A wet, wanton sound accompanied my harsh shriek. I was slick with desire for my men, and the warm sign of my arousal dripped over Marco’s fingers.
Joseph released a satisfied hum. “I do love it when she makes that sound.”
Marco’s growl of need rumbled through my body, vibrating low into my belly. “She’s creaming all over Daddy’s hand.”
Joseph chuckled. “Of course she is. Our girl loves her spankings.”
“Maybe a little too much.” Marco brushed my clit, and stars burst across my vision. He delivered a sharp bite to the shell of my ear. “This is supposed to be a punishment, princess.”
“I can’t help it,” I whimpered.
He pressed a doting kiss to my cheek. “I know you can’t, babygirl. Don’t fight it. I want you wet and ready for us.”
He removed his hand from my pussy, and I cried out at the loss. My cry quickly morphed into a harsh shout when he delivered four punitive swats to my bottom. Stinging heat bloomed on my skin, and as he continued to spank me, the warmth pressed deeper into my flesh. It reached my core, flooding my sex with sparkling tingles of sharp pleasure.
My head dropped back on a moan, and he stroked my enflamed skin.
“Good girl.” His praise warmed my insides, and I pushed into his touch, willing to accept more. He laughed and kissed my forehead. “It’s your Master’s turn now.”
He released my wrists and turned me to face Joseph. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard body, corded muscles rippling and rigid cock straining toward me. His gemstone eyes flared, and his jaw ticked with need. He pointed at the floor.
“Kneel.”