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C ruz slowly unbuttoned his shirt while Erin’s eyes volleyed between him and Paetyn. He knew she didn’t want to miss a minute of the show they were putting on for her, and they usually would have done so separately. Simply because she liked to watch them undress as much as they liked to watch her.
However, she would not be getting that from them at the moment. Neither was in the mood to cater to her every want tonight because it wasn’t about that. This was punishment, and all three of them knew it.
He was pissed when he saw her leaning over the counter the way she had been, talking to the young cashier. She may not have been flirting with him, but the way the young man stared at her left no doubt that he was flirting. Which Cruz felt she should have put an end to immediately.
Removing his shirt, he tossed it to the side, and Erin’s eyes flickered to where it landed briefly before returning to him as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants. He tossed it in the general direction of his shirt and began to remove his pants. Having already toed his shoes off and kicked them to the side.
When Cruz stood before her in nothing but his boxers, Erin’s eyes shifted to him, and she slowly licked her lips. There was no mistaking that she could see how hard he was already. How hard he’d been most of the night, knowing this would be the outcome when they finished dinner and got her behind closed doors.
Cruz hooked his thumbs on either side of his boxers and pulled them down. His dick sprang free and stood at attention like a good soldier waiting to go to war, to kill for his country, and Cruz was definitely about to murder her pussy.
It was only once he’d stepped out of his boxers and turned his attention to Paetyn that he realized the other man was at the wall, grabbing some bed restraints off the hook. There were some built into the bed, but that would require her to be up on her knees with her arms in the air, and while he had no objection to that typically, it wouldn’t work for tonight’s activities. Tonight, she was taking them both. It wasn’t the first time, but it had been a little while since she had.
“Undress, Ma?y,” Cruz spoke as Paetyn grabbed a ball gag.
His attention returned to Erin, who slid off the bed and slowly pulled the straps of the dress she wore down her arms, allowing the dress to pool to the floor. She was left only in her heels and the toy inside her as an accessory.
“Shoes off,” Cruz told her.
As she stepped out of her shoes, Paetyn returned to them: bed restraints, ball gag, lube, and paddle in hand. Cruz watched Erin survey the things he had. He knew a protest was coming before it did. He could just read it in her eyes, but he also knew she was doing it to get the exact response that she would.
“Paetyn—”
“Be quiet,” Paetyn cut her off. Cruz listened to Erin’s intake of breath as she squeezed her thighs together, and he had to keep from chuckling. “You aren’t in any place to make demands or question me right now after what you pulled today.”
“But—”
“I said be quiet.”
Cruz watched as she again clenched her thighs. She enjoyed it when either of them got that way with her, but Cruz noticed it affected her more when it was Paetyn. He assumed it was because the other man hardly ever lost his composure and was always laid-back and easygoing. It didn’t bother Cruz. This wouldn’t work if they let things like that concern them. Cruz also knew that she enjoyed things he did a little more than when Paetyn did them as well.
Getting on the large bed, Cruz leaned against the headboard. Lazily, he began to stroke his dick while he watched Paetyn pull the toy from Erin and place it on the bedside table along with everything else in his hands, minus the paddle.
“Get on the bed, Angel,” Paetyn instructed, and no sooner had Erin gotten onto the bed than Cruz reached out and pulled her to him. Leaning in, he nipped at her bottom lip. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away.
He watched her lean down and swirl her tongue around his dick before taking him into her mouth as far down as she could go. He was no small man, so when she took him down her throat, it never ceased to amaze him.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head. As much as he wanted to fuck her mouth and have his dick dripping with her saliva, he knew he’d have to wait a bit.
Grabbing the base of his dick, he slowly pulled it from her lips, and she looked up at him pouting. Cruz couldn’t stop himself from smirking. She was adorable when she got like this and wanted something she couldn’t have right then. It was a direct contrast to the confident and sultry demeanor she gave off most of the time. But it was a contrast that only he and Paetyn got to see.
“Assume the position, Ma?y,” he told her, and she looked over her shoulder as Paetyn got onto the bed on his knees behind her.
Erin bent over, laying her head on his thigh as her back arched deeply. Cruz played with her hair as he watched Paetyn gently rub her soft, perfect carob ass cheeks.
“Count every single one,” he told her. “If you forget, or if you miss one. We’re starting over.”
“Yes, Paetyn.”
Paetyn didn’t respond as he removed his hand from her ass. A few seconds, which he was sure felt like minutes to Erin because they had felt that way to him, passed before Paetyn delivered the first strike.
Erin let out a slow breath, and Cruz felt the heat of it on his dick, causing it to jump.
“One,” she responded. The next one came right after she spoke. “Two,” she counted. “Three,” she moaned out a few seconds later. This time, she stuck her tongue out to lick Cruz’s shaft.
He tightened his hand slightly in her hair. A clear indication that he was well aware she knew meant to stop. However, she ignored it, doing it yet again after counting her fifth strike.
After the sixth, she attempted to take him into her mouth, and Cruz wondered if she’d lost herself in the spanking, in everything that had led up to now, if she was attempting to push even further after he’d told her to stop. It wasn’t even that she was trying it, and she wasn’t supposed to. It was because it was dangerous.
“Paetyn, stop,” Cruz stated, and green eyes came up to meet his gray ones. They weren’t ones to typically stop one another in situations like this unless something was wrong.
Cruz slid away from Erin, and she went to sit up, but Paetyn pushed her back down.
“He isn’t done with your spanking yet, Erin,” Cruz told her, and she made a noise that bordered on surprise and like a hurt animal.
Cruz knew why. He didn’t call her Erin, and he hadn’t called her by her name since they’d started dating unless he was upset or irritated with her pushing his buttons. He always called her Ma?y, much in the same way that Paetyn always called her Angel.
“What did I—”
“Keep counting,” Cruz cut her off, and Paetyn delivered another strike.
“Seven,” Erin spoke. “Just tell me—”
The next one cut her off. “Eight.”
Cruz listened to her get through the other two before Paetyn tossed the paddle to the side. Slowly, he began to massage the cheeks he’d just punished, and Cruz grabbed the cooling lube from the bedside table and handed it to him. While it worked well to deal with soreness and help prevent swelling of the vaginal walls a bit during sex. It also came in handy for aftercare during spankings. Once Paetyn massaged it in, Erin sat up.
“What’s your temperature?” Paetyn questioned.
“I…” Cruz watched her think about it, and he knew why she was struggling. It seemed that Paetyn did as well.
“Individually, what are they?” Paetyn inquired.
“Lukewarm,” She responded, looking at Paetyn. Her eyes then shifted to him. “Cold.” She moved over on the bed, closer to where he stood. “Why are you mad at me?”
Cruz reached out and ran his knuckle up and down her cheek. “I’m not mad. I’m disappointed that you would put us in a dangerous situation like that. You could have injured us both, me more permanently than yourself.”
“I apologize. I just really wanted to taste you more. I got to enjoy Paetyn in the car, and I wanted to take you down my throat, too.”
Cruz shook his head and groaned as he heard Paetyn chuckle a bit. How was he ever supposed to be upset with her, disappointed in her, or anything else when she said shit like that? She knew just which buttons to push.
He ran his hand up the back of her neck, fisting her hair at the nape and pulling her head back. Cruz nipped at her chin.
“And you’re about to. Right now,” he told her.
Cruz took a step back, pulling her down. Her hands were right at the edge of the bed, her ass in the air. With his free hand, he grabbed his dick, running it along her lips. He was about to enjoy every minute of this.
E rin knew what she’d been asking for when she spoke the words, but she hadn’t expected him to immediately push as far down her throat as he could, her lips pressed against his skin. She was aware that she wasn’t supposed to try to give them head when she was being spanked because if for some reason one was too hard or landed wrong, she could end up biting them involuntarily. She just hadn’t been able to help herself.
They’d worked her up on the car ride to the restaurant and then throughout dinner, and Paetyn fucking her in the car had damn near been torture. Hell, the entire night had, and she still hadn’t gotten to cum.
Erin had wanted to taste Cruz and rile him up the same way they’d been doing her all night. Yes, she’d known better, but she tried it anyway. In hindsight, it could have ended up much worse than him pulling away from her since they were convinced she was flirting with the young man at the store. That had not been the case. He’d been staring at her, but what did she want with some boy when she had two panty-drenching handsome men who treated her like she hung the moon and stars?
She swallowed around Cruz’s dick, and he moaned as she felt Paetyn’s hands gently kneading her ass cheeks. The length of his dick rubbed against her clit, and she moaned while Cruz pulled his dick from her throat. He ran his thumb along her lower lip as Paetyn again slid his dick between her legs, brushing against her clit.
Erin’s entire body shivered from the sensation. Her clit was overly sensitive from the sweet torture he’d inflicted on it for most of the night. A little more friction, a few more slow slides of his dick against her clit, and she’d cum like a fountain.
She swirled her tongue around the head of Cruz’s dick; another delicious slide of Paetyn’s caused her to moan. She was so close; it was right there.
“You still don’t get to cum, Ma?y.” Cruz pushed his dick back into her mouth.
“At least not until we’re both inside of you,” Paetyn added, and Erin felt him slip the tip of his thumb, which she was sure he’d covered in lube at some point, into her ass.
She had a mind to mumble for them to hurry up around Cruz’s dick, but she knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t. They would make sure she was fully prepped, able to take them with little to no discomfort before they even thought about sliding into her, and while she appreciated it, it was more torture.
Cruz began to slowly fuck her mouth, and Erin breathed through her nose, focused on swallowing around him every time he pushed deep and staying relaxed so Paetyn could easily open her up.
“You take me so well, Ma?y. Such a good girl, letting me use this pretty little mouth, swallowing every inch of me.”
Erin moaned around his dick, both her holes instinctively twitching at the praise, and both men chuckled. She became putty in their hands when they praised her, melting at the words that turned her on even more and got her wetter.
“So gorgeous with your lips stretched around my dick,” Cruz continued.
“Absolutely perfect the way she’s letting me open her up. How eager she is to be ready to take us both.”
It was one thing when one of them was praising her. It was damn near euphoric overload when they did it together while touching her, pleasing her. Fuck, if she didn’t think she could cum from their words alone.
Cruz cupped her chin, his thrusts increasing slightly, and Erin relaxed her throat as she stuck her tongue out. It slid over his balls every time he pushed in deep, and the moans he released went straight to her pussy.
Paetyn had ceased his movement between her legs, knowing that it would push her over the edge, and his dick now sat heavily against her pussy. She could move and get what she wanted. She knew she could, but this was already punishment for something she hadn’t done. Erin didn’t need it being extended for something she did do.
Saliva built in Erin’s mouth as minutes ticked by, and Cruz slid from it. Paetyn worked his fingers inside of her, and she whimpered. His fingers stopped, and Cruz squatted in front of her.
“I’m fine, I promise,” she stated before they could ask. “Fuck me, please.”
“It’s hard to say no when you beg like that, Ma?y.”
“Saying no would be more fun,” Paetyn stated, thrusting his fingers in her. “Making you wait until you’re beyond needy.” Another thrust of his fingers, and he kissed up her spine. “I bet you’d cum as soon as we slid in,” he whispered against her ear, and Erin’s arms damn near gave out.
“Paetyn.” It was a plea, one she knew he hadn’t missed.
Cruz chuckled while he grabbed a condom, and Paetyn slipped his fingers out of her. When Cruz had the condom on, he got onto the bed and pulled her to straddle him. Erin wasted no time, sliding down his dick. A moan, mixed with a sigh of relief, escaped her lips.
She rocked her hips, adjusting to his size and savoring the feeling of being filled after what felt like a lifetime. Paetyn grabbed her shoulder and pushed her forward. He added more lube, and Erin squirmed at the sensation, stilling when she felt him at her entrance.
He pushed in slowly, and in an attempt to keep her body relaxed, she bit Cruz’s shoulder. He ran his hand along her back while Paetyn massaged his thumb into her hip until he was completely seated. If she were full before, she was bursting at the seams now. They’d taken her together like this four times now, and it didn’t get any less overwhelming.
“Talk to us, Angel.”
She kissed the spot where she’d bitten Cruz before stating, “I’m good. I need a second.”
They gave her time, both still soothing and comforting her. When she felt she was adjusted enough, she moved between them—sitting up some and pulling herself forward. She came off both their dicks a little before pushing herself back. That was all it took, and soon they were fucking her in the way they did to overwhelm her. One in as the other pulled out.
Her clit rubbed against Cruz with each of their thrusts, and Paetyn hadn’t been too far off. She was already close to cumming. The build-up from the evening, the anticipation of feeling them both, pushed her toward release.
“You want to cum for us, baby?” Cruz asked.
“Yes. So fucking bad,” Erin responded.
“You can cum now,” Paetyn stated.
It was like his words ripped it from her body with the way she began to cum, clenching around them, writhing between them, and they continued to fuck her. Kept their pace as cum flooded from her.
“Such an obedient little thing,” Paetyn said, smacking her ass, and Erin gasped.
“Let’s see how many times we can make our good girl cum before the sun rises,” Cruz stated.
The sound of it was enticing and terrifying at the same time. They were going to kill her with pleasure, and Erin was willing to serve herself on a platter for it.