Mountain Delights (Wild Mountain Men 2)

Cy’s hand came down on my ass and I jumped. It wasn’t all that hard, and I’d been expecting it, but still…

He spanked me again, the other side. Then again. And again. Each time, his hand fell a little bit harder. By the time Lucas returned, my bottom was all warmed up and it tingled.

My core ached, my pussy throbbed with need. This was what I’d missed. My mind instantly cleared. My problems were washed away every time his hand landed on my ass.

I wasn’t in control. Cy was. The sting reminded me of that. It settled me.

His fingers tugged on one cheek, opened me up, and I gasped when a drizzle of cool lube landed directly on my back entrance. Immediately after, I felt the hard pressure of the plug working its way in.

“Relax,” Cy said, adding more pressure.

“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled. “You don’t have something going into your ass.”

A hand came down on my ass. Hard. Then again.

“Do you want the big plug instead?”

I shook my head, my hair falling around me like a curtain. That plug wasn’t big? “No.”

“No, what?” he asked, spanking me again.

“No, sir.”

He rubbed my sore flesh as he pulled back on the plug, then pressed once again. I took a deep breath, let it out. Relaxed. All at once, the wide flange opened me up and the plug sank deep. It didn’t hurt, not any more than Lucas’ fingers had, but this was different. It was ungiving and it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Look how pretty that ass is,” Cy commented.

“Gorgeous,” Lucas agreed. His voice came from the couch, but I hadn’t paid any attention to the fact that he’d sat back down.

“Time for your spanking, sweetheart.”

I tensed. “It hasn’t started?”

“Oh, no, that was just a warmup. When you’re naughty, you get punished inside and out.”

“Oh god,” I moaned. I loved his dirty talk and the way my pussy was on full display, he no doubt could see it. I was wet. Ridiculously wet, and all because he was in charge.

His hand came down again, and I gasped, tears burning my eyes. His fingers had bumped the flange of the plug, and it shifted inside me.

“Ow!” I cried, reaching back instinctively to cover my ass.

He took my wrist, held it pinned behind my back as he spanked me again. And again.

By the third one, I was crying. I lost count after that, letting it all out. The heat and sting were intense, but this was what I’d wanted. What I’d craved for days. What I’d been bratty to get.

I gave up. Gave over. I melted over his thighs, letting him spank me. As soon as I did so, he stopped, then carefully lifted me up into his lap, my jeans and panties still tugged down, the plug still firmly in my bottom. He held me as I cried, as I just let go.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered into his chest. “I’m not a crier.”

He stroked my hair. “Maybe you should be. You’re too strong, sweetheart. We’re here for you, good and bad.”

They were, but I didn’t want that. I wanted them to fuck me now, especially with the plug in my ass at the same time. God, it would be so tight.

“What’s eating at you?” Lucas asked.

I tipped up my chin, looked at him. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“You can tell us now, sweetheart, or after I spank your ass some more,” Cy added.