Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

Ooh, yes please.

She opened her eyes, sitting up and turning to face Julian as he sat on the floor in front of her. He smiled and started running a feather down the side of her face. She batted at the item with her hand, smiling and giggling as she attempted to take it from him.

He drew it further away and she moved to her hands and knees to grab for it.

“Sit back down,” Cole ordered. He gave her a light swat on the ass with the back of the wooden hairbrush.

The deep sting made her gasp, her pussy pulsing in need.

“I don’t want you on your knees,” Cole warned.

She moved back onto her bottom.

“Kitten, place your hands behind you and keep them there,” Cole demanded. She placed her hands behind her, clasping hold of her left wrist with her right hand. Cole drew her crop top up over breasts.

Her breath caught.

“Spread your legs. Julian is going to have a little play and I want you to be a good kitten and stay nice and still.”

She groaned as Julian knelt between her open legs and brushed the feather down between her breasts then over one nipple. She shivered as the sensation sent goosebumps across her skin.

Cole lightly twisted her nipple as Julian ran the feather across her other breast.

She whimpered. Christ, it was hard to sit here without moving. She wanted to touch them, to tease them. But she stayed in place as Julian ran the feather down her stomach and across her mound then down the inside of her thigh. She let out a cry, attempting to close her legs as he reached a particularly ticklish spot.

“Tut-tut, naughty little kitty,” Cole reprimanded. “That’s five with the hairbrush.”

Oh hell. Yes.

“Here, Julian, I have another toy for our little kitten.”

There was a buzzing noise and then Cole leaned over to hand Julian a slim, pink vibrator. Where the hell had he been hiding that?

Julian pressed the tip against her clit and she threw her head back, no longer caring where Cole had gotten it from. They tortured her, Cole playing with her nipples while Julian held the vibrator over her clit.

Oh, yes. Yes! She needed to come so badly.

Julian pressed the vibrator lower, pushing it deep inside her as Cole cupped her breasts, brushing his thumbs across her stiff nipples.

By the time they were finished with their torture, she had earned fifteen with the hairbrush and she was so aroused that she could scream.

“Over my lap you go,” Cole demanded, patting his lap.

Julian helped her stand up and climb over Cole’s lap. Then he stepped back to strip off his pants. Her anticipation rose as Cole slowly drew the anal plug out of her ass. Julian sat next to him on the sofa and grabbed her wrists, holding them out in front of her.

She groaned as she saw his thick erection, licking her lips.

Cole rubbed her ass gently. “Such a gorgeous kitten we have, don’t you agree, Julian?”

“Oh yes. I do.” Heat filled Julian’s face and she smiled up at him right as the hairbrush cracked down on her ass, making her jump.

Holy hell.

Cole didn’t hesitate, he laid into her bottom with a steady rhythm. It wasn’t overly fast or hard but soon her ass was burning. Her breath came in fast pants and she pressed her legs together to try to alleviate the ache in her clit. She started to cry, but the tears were a release. Everything poured out of her and by the end of the spanking, her ass was on fire but her chest felt lighter.

Julian let go of her wrists and Cole immediately turned her over, mindful of her sore ass as he gathered her close on his lap. They both ran their hands over her, murmuring words of praise. Cole kissed her lightly then drew back so Julian could wipe her tears with a tissue.

“Okay, little bit?” Cole asked, watching her carefully.