Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Anything I need to be aware of?”

Both of them stiffened.

“Just do what I say, and you’ll be fine,” Julian told h

im.

It may not have been his strong suit in the past, but he was trying to improve for the future. He nodded. Julian could take lead. Cole was just grateful he had a role to play.

“Lift her shirt, let’s see that naughty bottom,” Julian commanded. “What are we up to? Fifteen?”

“Yes, I believe that’s right. Such a naughty little bit she is.” He lifted up the T-shirt. “And what do we have here? Panties?”

“Well, they need to go,” Julian commented.

Keira squeaked as Cole reached for the top of her panties. He paused. “Everything all right, little bit?”

“Kitten?” Julian queried, running his fingers through her shorter hair.

“Yes, I just, I’ve dreamed of having you both, um, oh, continue on,” she said in a high voice. “Nothing to see here. Just me living my dreams.”

Both men shared a look. Julian’s contained a warning, as he’d expected. Fuck up and die was the basic message. But there was something else in there. A hidden longing.

Or maybe he was just seeing a reflection of what he felt.

Need. Hunger. Desire.

He slid her panties down her bottom and completely off her legs.

“I’m glad you feel that way, little bit,” he told her, placing one hand on her lower back. “Because I cannot tell you how often I’ve have dreamed of this. How often I’ve wished for another few moments with you both.”

He rubbed his hand over her tiny, round bottom. “Are you ready for your spanking?”

“Yes.”

He was all too aware of Julian watching him carefully. As much as the other man had tried to pretend this was all in fun, he knew exactly what it was.

A test.

He wouldn’t fail.

He lightly smacked his hand down on her bottom. “Holy shit.”

She let out a small cry.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Julian gave him a wry look.

“Oh, hell yes.” He gave her another smack. Harder this time.

“Little bit, insulting your Dom is not very good behavior, now, is it?” He didn’t hit too hard, barely bringing a touch of pink to her skin. She wasn’t really in trouble, after all. Two more smacks. He heard her whimper. But it was filled with desire rather than pain. She squirmed on his lap and Julian held her still, leaning over to whisper something to her.

“Nooo,” she groaned.

Cole raised his eyebrows as Julian sat up.

“Kitten,” he said in a warning voice.

“Sir, please,” she begged.