Chapter 6
Ariel
I didn’t know it would be this good. How have I gone all my life without this delicious pain? It’s soft, but firm. There’s no stinging, stabbing sharpness to it. Just warm heat. My skin is flushed, my pussy wetter than it’s ever been before.
Quentin started it, but Austin and Lyle—my daddies—are the ones to really turn me on.
Austin has a fiery look in his dark eyes.
Days and days of pent-up frustration. I know, because I’m feeling it, too.
All of the little taunts I sent them. All the photos, videos.
Seeing how often they viewed my content.
I imagined them jacking off to it, making themselves come while they watched me.
And now here they are. They’re even hotter in person. Austin’s sleeves are rolled halfway up his arms, exposing swirls and designs of ink. His face is covered in black stubble matching his hair.
Lyle is just as intimidating, standing about an inch taller than Austin.
His black, long-sleeved shirt stretches over his broad chest and shoulders.
He looks casually dangerous, with his dark, hazel eyes intent on me.
His hair is auburn and messy, like he had it under a cap for most of the day.
I want to run my fingers through it and mess it up even more.
Austin touches my chin, turning my face so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “Baby girl, your safeword is red. Understand?”
“Yeah.”
He shakes his head. “Yes, Daddy.”
A thrill moves through me, tightening my pussy. “Yes, Daddy.”
He nods. “I knew you could do it. I knew you could behave for us.”
“Might just be that she’s tied up and at our mercy,” Lyle says.
The way Lyle speaks makes me want to reassure them. I don’t want to disappoint him or Austin. “No, I’ll behave…Daddies. Even when I’m not tied up.”
Austin lifts the flogger. “We searched for you. For a week.”
He pulls back the flogger, then flicks it forward. The leather strands slap against my skin before sliding away. The heat from Quentin’s flogging reignites.
I don’t want to stare directly at him while he punishes me. Nor do I want to stare at Lyle. It feels wrong, somehow. I keep my eyes mostly downcast, but I’m aware of their attention. Both of them, watching me. Does it make them hard? Does it turn them on as much as it turns me on?
One slap of the flogger after another. My panties get wetter and wetter. Heat builds between my legs, pulsing there. Could I come from this, from being flogged? The idea is as embarrassing as it is arousing.
“My turn.” Lyle doesn’t take the flogger, but he does unfasten my ankles and wrists.
His touch on my skin is warm and soothing. He turns me around so I face the back of the room.
“I’m gonna spank this little ass of yours, Ariel.” He leans in and breathes against my ear. “You were very, very naughty. And you will feel what I’m doing.”
Emotions flood my heart, clogging upward into my throat. “I—I—”
“You what, little girl?”
“I don’t want you to be mad at me?” I hate myself for saying it like a question, but the truth is, I don’t really know why I’m so upset right now.
Lyle refastens my bindings before kissing my cheek. “Oh, don’t worry. Once you’ve taken your spanking, your daddies won’t be mad at all.”
I turn my head to look at Austin. He seems the angriest between the two of them. But he nods. “It’s true.”
“Okay.” I face the back of the big X again. “I’ll take my spanking.”
Lyle’s fingertips grace my waist, then travel down to the band of my underwear. He slowly eases the fabric down, baring my ass to the rest of the club.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s…humiliating and perverted and…
And it’s exactly what I need.
Lyle spanks me with his bare hand. I like the personal touch of it. If he’d used a paddle, it wouldn’t have the same impact. I liked the flogger—loved it, actually. But this bare-handed spanking is making me feel new and different things.
He cups both of my ass cheeks after the spank, lifting them. “Look at that nice handprint. Skin like hers pinkens up great during impact play.”
“Sure does.” Austin’s voice is gruff, admiring.
Inwardly, I preen. They like the way I look? I guessed they must, after seeing the number of views on the images and videos I posted for them. But hearing their appreciation, feeling it in the air, is a whole extra boost to my self-confidence.
I want to please them.
But first, I want to push their buttons.
I wiggle my hips back and forth.
“Sassy brat.” Lyle spanks me again. Harder, this time. I like it.
Several more spanks, and I’m about to lose my mind. I can’t stand it anymore—the heat, the humiliating punishment, the out-of-control lust coursing through my veins. I need more. I need the kind of release only these men can offer me.
Tears form and spill from the corners of my eyes.
Lyle comes up to my side. “Ariel, baby. You all right? Have you had enough?”
I shake my head. “I want more, Daddy.”
“More what?”
“More...of you. More of you both.”
Their hands are gentle as they unfasten my bindings. Austin rubs one of my wrists, while Lyle rubs the other.
I want to throw myself against them, slide my body against theirs. The erections they’re sporting look formidable. I made them feel this way, didn’t I? I love it, the subtle power I hold, even when they’re in control.
“Do you want to get out of here, princess?” Austin asks.
“Are you going to turn me in? It’s Christmas, Daddy.”
“Not yet.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “We aren’t done with you.”
My heart gives a little skip of happiness. I nod. “I’ll go with you.”
Lyle passes me my dress, so I pull it on. He takes my hand and leads me to the back door, where we get my coat and go into the parking lot.
My panties are uncomfortably damp as I walk to their car. Lyle opens the back door for me and starts to slide in after.
“Nope. Your turn to drive.” Austin tosses him the keys before opening the other back door and sliding in next to me. He puts his arm around my shoulders and gives me a devious grin. “Comfy? All buckled in?”
Lyle grumbles from the front seat, but soon we’re on the road, speeding down Caro.
I snuggle closer to Austin. “Where are we going?”
“My place,” Lyle says. “As long as you’re comfortable with that. We could get a hotel room if you’d prefer.”
“Your place is fine.” I hesitate. Safety first. “What’s your address? I’m going to let my friend Janie know where I am.”
He tells me, and I text Janie. I recognize the street name as being a modest but respectable street in the Old Thirty-Three district.
After a few minutes, we pull up in front of his house.
It’s a single-story with white stucco exterior.
The yard is landscaped with what appear to be native plants.
It’s hard to tell in the faint light coming from the porch, but I bet the flowers are gorgeous in springtime.
Austin assists me out of the car, his hand enveloping mine. As soon as I’m standing, he picks me all the way up in his arms. Reflexively, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Perfect,” he murmurs against my neck. “You took your punishment so well, and you know how to let us take care of you.”
Lyle unlocks the front door and we step inside. Austin still hasn’t put me down. I don’t mind in the slightest. I could get used to being pampered like this. It makes me feel important, cherished. Like they put me first.
Lyle strokes my shoulder. “Wine? Water?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
“We’ll do the tour later. Bedroom, first.” He starts down a hall.
Austin carries me, his arms sturdy and strong. When we get into the bedroom, he finally puts me down, but his hands remain on my shoulders.
“How are you feeling, princess?” Austin’s deep voice tickles my ear.
“Good. I’m feeling good.”
“Soon, you’ll be feeling great.” He reaches for the bottom of my dress and starts lifting it up. “We’ll have you coming on your daddies’ cocks as soon as it’s time. Take off your panties, princess.”