Chapter 77 #2
She groaned. So. Mean.
Spencer couldn’t deny that he was turned on.
His dick was pressing against his pants as he kneeled behind their girl and squirted some lube on his fingers.
This was punishment. But that didn’t mean that her butt wasn’t sexy as hell.
God, she was gorgeous.
He still didn’t understand how she was his. How he’d gotten this fucking lucky.
He pressed a finger into her ass, pushing it in and out. Then he added another finger, stretching her. This wasn’t the first time she’d taken his fingers or a plug. They were so close taking her ass.
However, he knew what she really wanted was for Rock to fuck her. She’d dropped plenty of hints. But Rock was hesitant. He was nervous about hurting her.
“That’s it. Stay nice and relaxed for Dada. You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Princess? ”
He slid his fingers from her hole. God, he was practically salivating at the thought of fucking her.
“I don’t think a princess should be punished.”
“Well, this princess has people who love her so much that they can’t stand the idea of something happening to her. And they will do anything to keep her safe, including spanking her bottom when she puts herself in danger.”
She grumbled, but didn’t argue as he pushed the plug into her bottom.
Fuck.
So hot.
“Right, up you get, and into the corner. I want that bottom nicely on display,” he ordered.
He watched her move, then headed into the bathroom to clean up. Reaching down, he squeezed his dick.
“Behave,” he told it.
Walking back into the bedroom, he found her in the corner but not quite in position.
“Push that hot bottom out,” he commanded.
She mumbled something but pushed her bottom out, so he decided to ignore her grumbling.
Wasn’t he kind?
“Come here, Princess,” he called out after ten minutes had passed. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He felt like he was going to explode.
She turned and he crooked a finger at her. She moved slowly toward him and he reached out, grasping her around the hips to pull her onto his lap so she straddled him.
He cupped her chin in his hand. “No more hoverboard. Understand?”
“Yes, Dada,” she mumbled.
“Good girl.”
He’d be getting rid of it anyway. No point in risking temptation.
“I don’t want anything to happen to my girl.” He cupped her mound, he could feel how warm she was, her wetness coated the palm of his hand.
Fuck.
He slowly pushed his finger deep inside her warm passage. She clenched down around him.
“Spencer!” she cried.
He teased her. Slow and sure. He played with her clit, then drew back to thrust his fingers in deep.
All too soon she was shaking on his lap. Trembling.
But he wasn’t going to let her come.
Then her stomach grumbled, reminding him that they hadn’t eaten lunch.
A good reminder before he got carried away.
He drew his fingers from her pussy and sucked on them. She stared at him hungrily.
“Please,” she begged.
“Oh no,” he told her, picking her up and carrying her out of the room. “It’s time for lunch.”
“But I want to come,” she cried. “And I don’t have pants on.”
“Good,” Slade said as they entered the dining area. “Otherwise I’d need to take them off.”
Slade was sitting at the table with his laptop in front of him. He got up and stripped down his pants and boxers. Spencer handed her over to the other man. Slade settled her on his lap, drawing her slowly down onto his dick.
Spencer watched as her face flushed with pleasure.
So beautiful.
His girl.
Theirs.
“Stay still,” Slade commanded, lightly slapping her thigh as she squirmed. “Rock is going to feed you and you’re going to eat every bite while sitting on my dick without moving.”
She moaned. “You’re so mean, Daddy. ”
“Am I? Or do you like this?” Because he could feel her breathing growing faster. And the way she kept squirming told him she was turned on. “You know we love you, right, Boo?”
“I know,” she said.
“And if there is ever anything we do that you don’t like, you just have to say your safeword.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her smile was so beautiful. “I know. I don’t want to use it.”
Good. Because he didn’t want to stop.
Slade glanced over as Quaid walked into the room, carrying Hope.
“Is she all right?” Indie asked, her concern for her baby overtaking everything else.
He loved that about her.
“She’s fine,” Quaid said. “I’ve changed her, fed her, and now we’re gonna have some tummy time while her mama takes her punishment.”
Indie squirmed and Slade slapped her thigh again.
Normally, he and Quaid were the spankers in the family. Spencer preferred corner times and orgasm denial.
Rock didn’t discipline her much. He left it up to them, which was fine. But today he’d gotten enough of a fright that he’d ended up spanking her. Slade could still feel the heat of her ass against his skin.
Rock slowly fed her as she sat on Slade’s firm dick. Slade didn’t want to wait any longer. They were all taking her tonight.
And that included Rock. So far he was living on hand and blow jobs.
But he was going to set aside this fear of hurting their girl and fuck her. Besides, he was hurting her by not taking her.
Lunch seemed to take forever. Every time she squirmed, he told her that the clock started again.
Rock and Spencer tidied everything up before Spencer took over Hope duty. It wouldn’t be much longer until she needed fed again and went down for a nap .
And then they were going to play properly with their girl.
Quaid walked over and Slade turned his chair around. His girl’s legs were hanging over his and he parted his thighs to open her up.
Quaid reached for her cardigan and top, stripping them off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck.
Quaid kneeled between his legs and leaned in to kiss each of her nipples before he lowered his mouth to her pussy to play with her clit.
Indie let out a low cry of pleasure.
“Fuck. She’s clenching down around my dick,” Slade moaned.
It was almost too much. Where was his legendary control now?
“Good. I want her nice and wet for when she takes Rock’s dick,” Quaid said.
What? No! Rock signed.
“Ooh, I’m happy to help with that,” Spencer said, putting his hand up from where he lay on the floor next to Hope. “Soon as this one goes for her nap.”
“No,” Rock said, walking over to glare down at them all.
“Has to happen sometime, man,” Slade told him with some sympathy. He knew he was just worried about hurting her. “And she’s ready. Aren’t you, Boo?” He reached around to cup her breasts. He played with her nipples as Quaid continued to lick her pussy.
“So ready,” she groaned. “Please, Rock.”
He glowered at them all. I’ll hurt her.
“I trust you, Rock,” she said to him. “I know that you’d never hurt me. But if you’re not ready, we can wait. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He still didn’t look happy, but then he sighed. We can try. Even just if you take a small part of me.
“Smile, man. You’re gonna get to fuck our girl, not going to your execution,” Spencer told him.
Rock scowled. Going to need a lot of lube. I will get it.
“Let him go,” Slade said to Indie as she tensed. “He’ll be back. And then we’re gonna take you all together. Our girl. Our life.”
Quaid thought about saying something.
But he was too busy enjoying his girl’s pussy to move. Not that he was going to let her come.
Oh no.
She’d been too naughty for that. Besides, she could come later around Rock’s monster cock.
“Please, please, please,” she cried.
He drew back as he felt her getting close to the edge.
“Nooo, you guys are so mean!” she said with a pout. “I want to come!”
“Poor baby girl,” he said with mock-sympathy.
She frowned up at him, and he lifted her off Slade’s cock. The other guy looked like he was going to faint, maybe from the lack of blood in his brain.
Quaid set her on his hip. “Time for a short nap, I think.”
“I don’t want a nap.”
“Oh, yes, you want this sort of nap.” He carried her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed.
“Can I at least take the plug out now?” she asked.
“No.” He smiled down at her. He wouldn’t say that he had suddenly become someone expressive and in touch with his emotions.
But he was attempting to show more of how he was feeling. Sometimes, he still found himself freezing, waiting for his father to berate him.
Then he had to remind himself that he was no longer under that tyrant’s thumb. That he had an amazing life while that bastard drank himself to death.
Lonely and isolated.
He headed into the bathroom and when he returned, he held a vibrating egg and a remote.
His girl let out a whimper and he found himself smiling again .
“You know, if I wasn’t concerned about how this next hour was going to go, I would love seeing you smile,” she told him.
He laughed as he kneeled between her legs and parted her pussy lips, sliding the egg inside her. “Just an hour?”
A moan escaped her. “You guys are so mean.”
“And yet you love us.” He’d been worried he wouldn’t know what love felt like. That no one would ever love him but the guys. And that he’d never manage to love anyone.
Until his girl came along and showed him differently.
He grasped hold of a blanket and swaddled her in it before drawing her into his chest.
And then he turned the vibrator on. The cry that left her lips actually made him laugh.
Oh. This was going to be fun.
This wasn’t fun.
Nope. Not fun at all.
It was certainly like no nap she’d ever experienced.
Not only had Quaid tortured her for most of the nap with a vibrating egg, but about twenty ago, Spencer had appeared with some ropes.
Quaid had wrapped the ropes around her, securing her hands to her legs and ensuring that her legs were open nice and wide.
He’d also wrapped some rope under, between, and above her breasts, making them feel extra sensitive.
Spencer had already stripped off and was now playing with her nipples like a kid who’d just received a special gift for Christmas.
“Tell me if anything is too tight,” Quaid ordered. “If you have any pain or numbness.”