Chapter 13 Wren #2
“Yes,” four voices answer at once, making my eyebrows raise in surprise.
“Wren,” Elias says gently, “you wear your emotions on your sleeve. You’re as easy to read as a book.”
“Easier,” Pete adds. “Books are boring, but I could stare at you all day.”
“You’re stalling,” I tell him with narrowed eyes.
“Fine, fine. I am not particularly fond of clowns.”
“Clowns?” Sly asks, and Elias's eyes widen in surprise.
“They’re creepy,” he says with a shrug, avoiding looking at anyone. I try not to smile, realizing he’s embarrassed by it.
“I love you,” I blurt out. His head whips to me in surprise, and I can’t help but laugh. “I know you’re sharing your irrational fears to help show me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I at least have a reason to be afraid of closets. What’s your excuse?”
His jaw drops open as a look of pure disbelief crosses his face. “I can’t believe you just said that!” he says, still looking stunned. “I’ll have you know, having someone dressed up in a clown costume to entertain children can be very traumatizing for a four-year-old!”
I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out of me, only slapping my hands over my mouth after the damage is done. Elias and Dex start laughing, and even Sly tries to cover his smile with his hand.
“Oh, you’re asking for it!” Pete warns me before he turns to me and starts tickling my sides.
I cry mercy as I catch a glimpse of Elias wiping a tear away from laughing so hard. “I don’t know why you’re laughing,” I say in his direction, which has Pete’s fingers pausing their torture. “Yours is worse.”
Pete’s eyes go so wide they look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “Oh shit, what is it?” he asks eagerly.
“Wren, don’t you dare,” Elias warns, pointing a finger at me.
A grin slowly stretches across my face until I’m smiling so big, it hurts.
“Wren… I’m warning you, don’t do it.”
“Or else what?”
“I’ll put you over my knee and spank that ass bright red.”
“He’s scared of dolls,” I blurt out.
“Wren!” he hisses in frustration. Pete and Dex erupt into laughter along with me. I watch in amusement as Elias slowly gets to his feet and steps toward me. That quickly makes my laughter die down. And the closer he gets, the more my body seems to react.
When he’s standing right in front of me, I stare back, my breath coming in ragged, short bursts. He reaches a hand toward me, and, on instinct, I take it. He pulls me to my feet, turns, and leads me away from the couch.
Looking over my shoulder at the others, Jagger signs, “You’re in trouble now.”
My jaw drops open at the amusement I see written across his face. Is he enjoying this? Glancing at the others, they all look amused with the turn of events. I’m not sure what to think. I’ve never been spanked before. It seems like something a parent would do to a misbehaving kid.
So why was I growing damp at the thought of being spanked like some naughty girl?
Elias pulls out one of the chairs from the dining room table and spins it around, taking a seat facing the living room.
The guys are all turned this way, watching with varying degrees of amusement.
Pete is grinning, Dex has a huge smile on his face, while Jagger’s eyes are heated, and Sly looks like he’s seconds away from coming over here to do the job himself.
I feel Elias’s hands on my pants, so I turn and watch him dip his thumbs into my leggings and pull them down my legs, making sure to keep my thong in place and covering me.
I freeze, unsure what to do. We’d only been intimate together once, nine days ago, when I first got here.
Between Jagger and Sly, they were adamant that nothing else was to happen until I heal.
And just a few minutes ago, Sly was telling me I couldn’t have any fun until the scabs were gone.
So why is Elias removing my pants right now? Did spanking have to be done on bare flesh?
“Wren?” Elias tugs my hands, and I have a feeling it's not the first time he’s tried to get my attention.
“If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t do this.”
“I don’t even know what this is,” I admit.
He pulls me closer so I’m standing between his legs, and he reaches up to cup my cheek. “Did you ever watch anyone getting spanked in the pornos you watched?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
Wait—Did that mean this was a sexual thing? That actually helped to ease some of the tension in me as I was confused why my body was getting aroused.
“I’m going to give you ten spankings.”
“Ten!?” I ask in shock.
He nods his head. “You can tell me to stop at any time, though.”
“Say red if you want him to stop completely," Sly reminds me of the safe word he’d given me before. “Yellow if you want him to pause.”
“You understand, Wren?” Elias asks, making me look back at him.
“Red to stop, yellow to slow,” I repeat back to him.
“Good girl. Now come lie across my lap, that’s it,” he says as I move into position. I instantly feel vulnerable and exposed as I let my head drop down between my arms, but when his warm hand starts to rub circles on my ass, the feeling starts to fade.
When his hand cracks down on my left butt cheek with no warning, and a strange sensation pulses to my clit, I gasp, my embarrassment completely vanishing to make room for my arousal.
He slaps my right cheek, and a soft cry escapes my lips. What sweet nirvana was this wizardry? How did spanking my ass make my clit throb?
After each one, he takes a moment to gently rub my cheek, easing the slight pain there.
He does numbers three and four in quick succession and has me waiting with bated breath for the next one, which comes a full two minutes later.
A moan of relief escapes me after the fifth one, and I have to lift my hand to cover my mouth, feeling embarrassed by my reactions.
As Elias’s hand soothes my skin, it starts to move closer and closer to my aching core. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, and I silently beg for him to touch me there.
I startle when Pete’s face pops into view. He’s lying on the floor, on his back, grinning up at me as he reaches up and pulls my hand from my mouth. “No covering up those sounds, Wren. We want to hear you.”
I bite my lip before I admit, “It’s embarrassing.”
“You might be embarrassed, but we find it so fucking sexy.”
Elias chooses that moment to spank me again, and I cry out in surprise. The way Pete’s face lights up shows me he’s telling the truth, that he’s turned on by watching me.
The rest continue the same way, with Pete lying there staring up at me with so much heat that I stop trying to stifle my voice.
When the tenth one ends, Elias spends a little longer rubbing both my cheeks, murmuring, “Such a pretty pink.”
I feel my cheeks heat from the strange compliment, and Pete grins up at me, “Yeah, it is.” He climbs to his feet as Elias gently helps me to mine. “Easy now, you might be lightheaded for a second.” He maneuvers me between his legs as his large hands hold me firmly around the waist.
“How do you feel? Was that too much?”
I wait a moment for the slight light-headedness from having my head hanging down to dissipate, my hands holding his biceps for support.
When it passes, I tell him the truth. “I’m not sure that was the punishment you thought it was.”
“Oh, sweetheart, no,” he says, shaking his head and reaching up to stroke a thumb down my cheek. “That wasn’t the punishment. Not being allowed to come for the rest of the day is.”
And with that, he stands up and walks away. My eyes, wide with disbelief, turn to Pete, who’s trying not to laugh. He kneels down and holds my leggings open for me ready to step into. I do so silently, feeling strangely turned on and chastised.
Who knew Elias had such a dominant side to him? And why did I like that so much?