“Good girl.”
“It is our goal to never have you say it, but while we’ve known you for a long time, we’re moving into a space that you know nothing about. Yet. We may do things that surprise you, perhaps even scare you. So you have to use it. Promise us,” Wilder said.
“If you don’t, you’ll get a nice red ass,” King warned.
“I understand.” I did. There’d been too much confusion so far. “I’ll use it if you do something that is too much.”
King looked to Wilder, who nodded, then slid to the side on the edge of the bed. Between one second and the next, I was rolled onto my stomach, bent at the waist so my knees were tucked beneath me, similar to Child’s Pose in yoga. But when I did yoga, I wasn’t bare from the waist up and I definitely didn’t have two men touching me. My arms were out in front of me, my fingers gripping the blanket. I looked over my shoulder as King slid my braid to the side, then stroked down my back, over my ass to my thigh, then reversed direction, lifting my latex skirt along until it was flipped up about my waist.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. This was what I wanted...but it was intense. Ten minutes ago, I hadn’t even known they wanted me...hadn’t even known they were at Hawk’s Landing and now I had my butt exposed. And soon—
“Now that is a pretty sight,” King commented, his hand cupping my bottom. I felt a second hand, on the other cheek, and knew it was Wilder’s.
“Pretty, but it could be prettier,” Wilder said.
I gasped when his palm struck my bottom, the sound of it filling the room, the sharp sting making me gasp.
King spanked the other side and I wiggled my hips as the surprise of it, the slight burn, shifted to heat. God, that was so hot. I felt myself getting wetter just from that.
“There, now we’ve both got our marks on you. Bright pink handprints that claim you as ours,” King said.
“We should take her downstairs and have her walk around and hold the back of her sexy skirt up so everyone can see our marks, know she belongs solely to us,” Wilder added.
I whipped my head about to look at him, to see if he were serious. The idea was oddly exhilarating, to know I brandished a sign of their possession.
“Ah, princess, you like that idea,” Wilder added as he looked into my eyes. One big hand went to my biceps, curled about it and helped me up.
“Stand before us,” he added. He held me as I got my feet beneath me. While his eyes held mine, King’s were on my body; my bare breasts, watched as the latex skirt fell down over my thighs covering me.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, I faced away from them. My nipples hardened at the dark tone of his voice. While they were pushing me—god, this was so decadent doing as they said. It was all play now; it was sexy, but it wasn’t sex. Only King’s knuckles had grazed my nipples. They’d barely kissed me. I had a feeling they were getting me used to them, to doing as they said. Simple commands, nothing too dark or dirty. Yet. Still, they were definitely pushing me, testing me for what was to come.
“Lift the back of your skirt so we can see our claim on you.”
I gripped the hem of my skirt in my fingers, curled it as I worked it up, higher and higher until it was bunched up in the back about my waist.
“Good girl,” King praised. “Now go stand with your nose touching the wall, ass on display.”
I paused, started to turn my head to question, but changed my mind. The cream-colored wall was a few feet in front of me. I went over to it, leaned forward slightly and touched my nose to it.
“You’re not being punished, princess. Not this time. We’re admiring our beautiful girl. The line of her back, the fullness of her breasts as they curve out, the narrow waist, gorgeous hips. Perfect ass and that little thong doing nothing to hide our handprints. Fuck.”
Wilder went down the list as if describing a car he liked, but I didn’t feel degraded. No, I felt special.
“If you keep us out again, Sarah, you’ll have a very red ass and you’ll stand in the corner with lots of time to think about things.” King used my name, not princess. He was serious. Very serious. “Think of all the time we’ve wasted because none of us shared how we felt, what we all needed. We’re committed to you, to this, but while you might submit, you’re the one in charge.”
“I understand,” I murmured. I did. I had the power to stop it all. I could say red and all of this would be over. They’d wrap me in a blanket and hug me. Protect me. But no one would get what we all wanted.
So far, what we’d been doing was really hot. Heady. Sexy.
“Good girl. Now turn around and show us your sexy tits.”
4
SARAH
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