Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

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As the three of them stepped up to Ashley’s front door, Sylas cupped her chin. “Give me your keys, sub.”

“Yes, Master.” She reached in her purse and produced the keys.

“Look at the red in her cheeks, bro.” Nic stood next to him. “She’s excited about what we have in store for her. My God, our fiancée is beautiful.”

“Yes, she is.” Even though they’d only been engaged for a couple of hours, Sylas knew their whole world had changed—changed for the better. She was his and Nic’s future. They were a family. He unlocked the door and swung it open. “Go to your bedroom. Take off everything but your stilettos. Then I want you to come out to your living room and give Master Nic and I a parade. Do you understand?”

Her sexy grin appeared on her face. “Yes, Master. I understand.” She rushed into her bedroom and shut the door.

“How do you think I’m doing, Nic? Did I sound commanding enough?”

“I think so, but I’m not a sub, bro.” Nic laughed. “When she comes out, I’ll give it a try. See how I sound.”

“Good idea, Nic.” Sylas couldn’t contain his excitement. “She’s wearing our ring, bro.”

“Yes, she is. She’s going to be our wife. This night just keeps getting better and better.” Nic frowned. “Shit. I forgot the satchel. Be right back. Don’t start without me.”

Nic ran out the door to retrieve the bag they’d filled with sex toys.

She said yes. He would remember this night for the rest of his life.

Nic returned with the satchel just as Ashley came out of her bedroom as she had been commanded, naked and in stilettos.

“Oh my God, you look beautiful, sweetheart,” Nic said. “I’m so in love with you.”

Sylas placed his hand on Nic’s shoulder. “That’s real commanding, bro.”

They both grinned and Ashley giggled.

“Something funny, sub?” Nic’s voice deepened with a slight threat to it, as Zac had taught them.

Ashley’s eyes widened and she trembled. “No, Sir.”

He sensed she was excited and anxious, which was the perfect mix of emotions that would allow them to give her more pleasure. “Telling a lie to your Masters is going to earn you some slaps to that gorgeous ass. You thought something was funny, didn’t you?”

“I-I was just…I mean…when you said—”

Her nervousness ramped up his lust. “You were naughty then, weren’t you, sub?”

Ashley clasped her hands together, looked down at the floor, and nodded. “Yes, Master. I was naughty.”

“What happens to subs when they are naughty?” Nic asked.

“They get in trouble with their Doms, Master.” Her voice shook slightly with what sounded to him like uneasiness and expectancy.

“Come here,” Sylas commanded her, taking a seat on her sofa.

She moved slowly and stood in front of him. He could smell her desire wafting from her.

He’d learned that a sub’s anticipation of a punishment was often more intense than the actual punishment itself. With that in mind, he decided to tell her what he intended to do before doing it. “You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. I do.” Her breasts rose and fell from her shallow breathing.

“Because you decided to laugh, both your Doms are going to spank you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Her lower lip began to quiver.