Chapter 5 #2
“Mm.” Grant plucked the oversized leather stinger from the other side of the couch.
He handed it over my head. “I’ve been handling brats for a long, long time.
” He trailed his fingers down my shoulder, landing at my hip.
“I think your urge to battle is because deep down you love being put in your place by someone who you’ve placed your trust in. ”
“Pfft,” I scoffed. “That’s bullshit.” Dalton cracked the paddle against the entire expanse of my ass. “Ouch!”
“Change your tone, prancer.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” I attempted to crawl forward and off their laps but I had zero leverage. “You both think you have me all figured out. I’m nothing but a smarty pants brat who’s just been begging for correction,” I mocked. “I should just bow down and kiss your…”
Dalton tore my panties off and stuffed them into my mouth, quieting my rant.
Shit. I liked that pair, but it hardly mattered.
He slid his hand underneath my ponytail, flush against my scalp.
“No more talking. Your non-verbal safeword is wiggling your fingers, any of them, or your toes. Blink twice at Grant if you understand me.”
My chest heaved as I laid there, ridiculously turned on, panting behind my panties. I could taste the tang of my own juices. It made the moment hotter. I raised my head to meet Grant’s gaze and blinked my eyes twice.
“Good girl,” Grant praised as he leaned into me and kissed my forehead. “You’re much more compliant without the ability to speak.” He shifted slightly and I could feel his erection underneath me. “She’s ready.”
“She thinks so.” Dalton chuckled darkly.
He targeted my upper thighs with the paddle.
Four on each one without pause. Yelping through the cotton lodged in my mouth, I tried to shift away from the assault happening on my backside, but my attempt proved fruitless.
Grant draped his arm across the top of my body, keeping me in place, but I found it oddly soothing.
After so much fighting, mostly against myself, I realized how desperately I’d wanted the two of them to physically stop me.
Stop my brat from fighting anymore. Stop all the overthinking.
Now that I couldn’t move, it meant I’d start actually processing the pain.
Dalton bounced the paddle from my upper thighs to the lowest curves of my butt, across each of my bottom cheeks.
Over and over, it was as if he was painting an elaborate picture with the implement as the brush and my ass the canvas.
I relaxed deeper as each strike bloomed from pain into pleasure.
Grant occasionally added a smack or two of his own, rubbing and kneading his fingers into my burning globes.
The leather stung in a delicious new way.
Dalton was skilled, I knew that already, but it hit differently since all of his attention was on me.
He continued spanking me, occasionally using his palm, likely enjoying the heat he’d caused.
My panties prevented anything other than grunts to come out of my mouth, though I was sure I was whimpering.
One of them dipped their finger inside my pussy, and I mewed.
“She’s dripping wet, Dalton,” Grant teased. “Do you think we should send her to bed without a release?”
“Let’s see how bad she wants it,” Dalton growled over my shoulder.
I clenched around Grant’s digit, as if that action would be enough to keep him there.
He added a second finger, stretching me as he slowly slid his fingers in and out.
He had huge hands and his fingers were not small.
Dalton reached through my legs and added his finger to the mix.
The unusual angle plus the fullness inside my dripping wet core struck me sideways.
My muscles tensed and my toes curled from the amount of pleasure pulsing through my body.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, I was so close.
I rubbed my head along Grant’s stomach like a kitten begging for attention.
He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks in his hand, tilting my chin.
Drool dribbled out of the side of my mouth.
Slowly removing my panties, Grant ran his thumb across my lip. “Beg your Daddies to come, babygirl.”
If my ass wasn’t burning hot and their fingers weren’t inside of me, I’d likely battle a little harder, but my peak was so close!
“Puh-pleh.” I cleared my throat, my mouth robbed of moisture from my panties.
“Hang on.” Grant located a water bottle without removing his fingers from my wet pussy.
He must have thought ahead, and I’d been too wrapped up in Dalton to notice.
He opened the bottle and held it just above my mouth.
It had one of those pop tops and Grant did not make it easy for me to get a good swallow. “Ask for more.”
“Please may I have more, Daddy?” I managed sweetly.
Grant awarded me, allowing me to drink several gulps before setting the bottle down.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, darling.”
Dalton tapped his pinky finger around the rim of my most private hole, distracting me. If I’d still been drinking, I’d have choked.
“Hard limit, Sir. You have teased a no-entrance zone.”
“There is an immense amount of pleasure spots to be explored but you understand human anatomy. Why don’t you want me to touch you there?” He moved his finger, waiting for me to explain.
Mortified, I blew out a few breaths. They were going to make me explain while fingering me!
“There was this one male student in nursing school I had a crush on.” I feigned some semblance of calm while my pussy clenched.
“We, uh practiced with each other all the time but he missed a lesson.” I shook my head.
The guy I was talking about had been professional and kind, we had become friends somewhere along the way yet I hadn’t anticipated my reaction.
“Come on, prancer. I have a feeling I know where your story is going.”
Dalton wanted me to spell it out in detail, a thought that brought even more arousal to my body.
I wanted an orgasm and warm blankets. Sharing past stories about things that turned me on was not on my agenda.
Trying to remember details while two of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on had their fingers inside my slick pussy was impossible.
“Hot nurse-to-be stuck his gloved finger up my butt and I moaned. I don’t know if it was the way he handled me or something else. ”
Grant did his best not to laugh. “You’re so cute, Kendall.” He slid his fingers deeper, and my head fell forward.
“Mm. I couldn’t stop playing it in my head on repeat for weeks.
” Ugh. They would not let my comment slide.
I hadn’t engaged in solo play much over the years out of shame.
A few of my past boyfriends didn’t indulge me at all.
Their mocking tones played on repeat in my head and I did my best to quiet the memories.
“We could act out that fantasy for you tonight,” Dalton suggested.
“Absolutely not.”
“Sounds like you’re protesting a bit too much, darling.” Grant and Dalton withdrew their fingers from my heat at the same time. I whimpered pitifully, aroused and thinking they would leave me in such a state.
“My ex-boyfriends didn’t really care about what turned me on,” I finally admitted. “I’m embarrassed about telling you. Please go back to what you were doing?”
“Hm.” Grant stroked his beard. “I think you should get exactly what you’ve been wanting. I picked up a brand new toy, one you might like.” He carefully positioned me so I was sitting on Dalton’s lap, facing him. “Be right back.”
I pouted. “But I was so close.”
“Mmhm.” Dalton wasn’t moved by my lack of an orgasm.
“Sir.” I stuck my bottom lip out further. He bit it and I moaned into his mouth, writhing against his thighs. Dalton kissed me, sucking on my lip. “Didn’t you promise me something better to suck on?”
“I did, but I’m quite enjoying taking care of you right now.” Dalton pressed his forehead to mine. “Besides, there will be plenty of time to do other things later.”
Grant returned at the tail end of our back and forth. Anticipation caused zings of pleasure to ping through me. I turned my head, but Dalton grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to his.
“Do you trust us, prancer?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Then relax, sweet girl. You’ll get your release soon.” Grant was at my back. He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Get up on your knees, but keep straddling Dalton.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed but tensed when Grant’s finger slid into my asshole, lubing it as he twisted. Something hard pressed to the entrance of my most private hole.
“Easy, darling. It will feel better if you don’t clench.”
I did my best, but the object was hard and thick.
Grant eased it inside of me a little at a time allowing my body to accommodate the toy.
As soon as it reached its hilt, the glass stroked a nerve deep inside of me.
Before I could tell him how much I liked it, he plunged two fingers into my pussy, and I came hard screaming their names.
Dalton kissed me, quieting my screams of pleasure.
He bounced me on his lap, the toy rocking nerves I didn’t know I had.
I fought like a wildcat, my hands wanting to grab something to hold.
Grant draped his arms in front of me, lacing his fingers in mine.
Frantic waves of bliss poured through my body at dizzying speeds.
I lost count at how many orgasms I reached as they kept me in between them.
“Daddy,” I begged, finding my voice.
“Yes, darling?” Dalton stroked his knuckle along my cheek.
“Too much,” I squeaked. “Overstimulated,” I croaked out before crashing against Dalton’s chest.
“We’ve got you, sweet girl.” Grant assured me from behind as he released his hold. “Let us take care of you.”
“Thank you, Daddies,” I cooed, swept up in his promise.
My limbs felt like they were made of goo as they moved me around the couch, cleaning me up and changing me into one of Grant’s t-shirts. I thought it might embarrass me, but they cared for me.
Tucking me into bed was the dollop of whipped cream on an already yummy mug of cocoa.
I felt wholly spoiled. I knew without a doubt the two of them would catch me, and it was just the beginning.
They made it their business to take care of me and it would not be just for the holidays.
We would find balance together, and finally experience everything we’d always wanted.