“We’ll give you whatever you need, but being a brat won’t work.”
Shit, he was right. It hadn’t worked. The towel thing had been petty and so like a moody teenager. Not doing the dishes had been for attention and I’d gotten it, but in the wrong way. He wasn’t tossing me over his shoulder to drag me to his room for a wild time.
“Sorry,” I muttered. I’d never behaved like this before. Petty. Shallow. Self-serving. Why couldn’t I be satisfied with their affection? Because you are afraid of it!
“You will be.”
And with those words, goose bumps rose on my arm, my pussy clenched. Those three words were what I’d wanted to hear all week.
He walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the edge of the coffee table. “Come here, sweetheart.”
I glanced at Lucas, who only winked at me again. He was not going to offer me any help, wasn’t going to hug me or kiss me or even fuck me. Knowing he would be watching whatever Cy intended made me all the hotter.
Slowly, I made my way over to Cy, and he set his hands on my hips, pulled me in between his parted knees. His hold was gentle, but when he looked up at me, his gaze was as dark as his voice. “You need to be spanked, don’t you?”
I bit my lip, nodded. I did. “You wouldn’t give it to me.”
One dark brow winged up. “So you acted out?”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
“I’ll give you whatever you need. Lucas, too. But not this way. Manipulating me. Trying to make me angry.”
Oh god, that’s what I had been doing. My frustration seeped away and was replaced by disappointment. In myself.
He took my chin between his fingers, and I had no choice but to look into his dark eyes. “I will never touch you if I’m mad, so your little plan didn’t work.”
“You’ve been too nice,” I said, blinking back tears. “I don’t want nice.”
He laughed. “Most women want that.”
I frowned. “I’m not most women.”
His hands went to my jeans, undid the button and slid down the zipper. “Yes, Lucas and I are well aware you are one of a kind.”
“We’re fucking lucky that you’re ours,” Lucas said, dropping down onto the couch, watching as Cy pushed my jeans and panties down around my thighs.
“I wanted what you promised in the hot tub.”
Cy paused, thought about our pre-skunk conversation.
“Over my lap,” he ordered.
I paused and he waited. This was what I’d wanted for days. What I’d craved. I’d never been spanked before meeting Cy, and it had been a revelation.
I turned and settled myself over his strong thighs, my palms pressing into the floor. His hand settled on my upturned ass, stroked over it.
“This is a pretty sight. Let’s make it prettier. Lucas, go get that plug and lube I picked up.”
My bottom clenched at Cy’s words.
“The medium sized one.”
Oh god.
From my position, I saw Lucas’ feet as he walked past. When had Cy bought a butt plug? I didn’t even know there was an adult store in town.
“Now, let’s get you warmed up for that plug.”