Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

Spank.

“Then I won’t feel good. I might get hurt.”

“Exactly,” I replied, giving her another swat. “We see to all your needs. Your happiness, your safety. We can’t do our jobs when we don’t know everything.”

“We can’t do our jobs when you lie,” Tucker added.

Spank.

“No more lies,” I said.

She shook her head, her hair swaying over the floor. “No more lies,” she repeated.

I was done talking. I spanked her then, all over her bottom until not one spot wasn’t a fiery shade of red. She’d stiffened and tried to buck away, used a hand to shield her bottom, but I took hold of it and kept it pinned behind her back. I didn’t relent.

Tucker squatted down so he was close to her head. “Is there anything else between us, Abigail?” he asked.

I didn’t stop the spanking as we waited for her to respond.

Finally, she cried out, “No. Nothing else.”

“Good,” Tucker said. “Then let’s finish up your punishment so we can fuck you. Finally make you ours with nothing between us. No lies, no secrets, no blackmail.”

Abigail’s entire body went slack then, giving over to the punishment. Perhaps she knew we needed to do this, to make sure she knew how out of control we felt, how painful and desperate it was when we had no idea where she was. Perhaps she knew the spanking was cathartic, cleansing, and once it was done, the wrongs would be forgiven; it would all be in the past.

I finally stopped, stroked over her heated flesh.

“Ten more from me, precious, then we’ll be done.” Tucker spanked her then so she would know any consequence would be managed by both of us.

When we were done, when her tears fell unabated, I pulled her up into my lap. While she hissed against the contact of her ass against my thighs, she didn’t complain.

“Part your thighs,” I murmured, kissing her hair.

She did as I asked immediately.

Tucker stroked his fingers over her pussy, met my eyes.

“She’s dripping wet.”

I grunted, gave her a squeeze, even as she pulled her thighs together, pinning Tucker’s hand in place. When she realized it was opposite of what she wanted, she spread them again. Tucker grinned, lifted his slick fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean.

“Perhaps that wasn’t a punishment after all. Not if it made you all wet and aroused,” I said.

She shook her head, brushed her hair back from her tearstained face. “I didn’t like it.”

“Your body says otherwise. But I’m glad you’re so eager for us. Can you feel my cock?” I asked. Shifting my hips, I pressed against her. My need for her couldn’t be hidden.

She nodded.

“Do you want our cocks?” I asked.

She nodded again.

“Both of them? At the same time?” Tucker added.

She looked up at Tucker. “You mean one in my pussy and one in my… ass?”

I almost came in my pants at her question.