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She sucked on them, twirled her tongue around until all of her juices were cleaned from his flesh. She had never thought tasting herself could be arousing, but her flavor mixed with Stellan’s, she knew she wanted more from him.

He pulled his fingers free and ran them over her mouth before gripping her hips.

“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart.” He coasted his hands down her ass and gave the mounds a hard squeeze. “A very bad girl.” Slap!

Her eyes widened when he spanked her. The pain was sharp and faded just as quickly. For a moment, all Blythe could do was stare at Dietrich in shock.

No one had ever spanked her. It thrilled and aroused her.

“I think she deserves five lashes for her wandering tongue.” Dietrich’s words had her biting her lower lip.

She tasted Stellan and herself. Blood rushed to her nipples, and her breasts grew fuller as the air shifted in the room. No one spoke, and it was as if they waited for her to use her safe word. Blythe took a deep breath and dropped her head.

The heavy curtain of her hair fell on each side of her face. That must have been the confirmation they needed because a second later Stellan moved away from her. The chilled air in the room rushed over her naked, overheated body, and she shivered.

The heat from his body was once again behind her, and she was surprised by how comforting it was. That comfort was short-lived when the feel of a smooth paddle pressed against her right ass cheek.

“I’m going to enjoy watching your ass turn red.” Stellan all but purred the words. Her whole body was tense in preparation for his punishment, but all he did was stroke her lovingly with it.

“Look at me.” Blythe lifted her head and watched as Dietrich moved his hand up and down his shaft. His gaze was unrelenting.

She was so caught up in watching him that her body relaxed and started to warm from the rhythmic motions. The flat surface of the instrument on her ass and the back of her thighs caused a soothing pleasure.

It wasn’t until she heard the whoosh behind her and felt the air shift that she knew what was about to happen. The paddle came down upon her right cheek with such force she teetered forward and let out a cry. The area of abuse screamed in pain, and tears pricked her eyes.

Her skin instantly became hot, and she closed her eyes, willing her tears to stay put.

“You’ll keep your eyes on me as he punishes you.”

Blythe took a deep breath and did as he said.

“Count the lashes off, querida, and ask for more.”

God. His words should have turned her off, but they had the exact opposite effect. “O-One, Sir.” She licked her lips and stared at Dietrich. “Can I have another, Sir?”

He brought the paddle down again on her ass harder than the last time. She didn’t bother muting the sounds of pain that came from her. Stellan rubbed his hand over the heated areas soothingly, and the warmth in her ass started to slowly spread up her body.

And damn Dietrich and his unwavering stare. It was making this whole situation unnerving.

Blythe gasped out, “Two, Sir. Can I have another?” Asking for more made this even worse, but there was no denying the tendrils of forbidden desire that curled around her insides and the knowledge she submitted to these two men.

He finished off the last three in quick, hard smacks. The tears streamed down her face, and she tried to hold in her sobs. Her mouth popped open when he shoved two fingers back into her pussy.

“Mmmm, you’re sopping wet, baby. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the pain.” Pumping his digits in and out of her caused her fingers to curl into the marble flooring, and a moan spilled from her.

While Stellan fucked her pussy with his fingers, Dietrich slowly crooked his finger for her to come forward. Stellan must have seen the action because he gave her a reprieve from the pleasurable torture by slipping from her body.

Going to rise had him shaking his head firmly.

“You’ll come to me on your hands and knees.” Crawling to him had her acutely aware that her breasts swayed and her slick pussy lips rubbed together. She didn’t need to look behind her to see Stellan was right there, watching her.

Face heating at the knowledge of how she must look, Blythe pressed on. When she was before Dietrich, she stayed on her hands and knees and waited for him to dish out his next order.

Just the thought of his husky, deep voice telling her what to do did something wicked to every erogenous zone on her body.

“Such a pretty ass, sweetheart.” Stellan placed a hand on each cheek and pulled them apart. Her heart thundered when he brushed a finger over her anus. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” In the next instant, the tip of his cock was at her pussy.