Chapter 7
Austin
Her photos and videos didn’t do her justice. She’s still a brat, but there’s a sweetness to her that I didn’t realize until meeting her in person.
She’s a brat…and a princess. I want to punish her…and pamper her.
To her credit, she removes her panties immediately, sliding them down until they fall to the floor at her feet. She might have given us hell at first, but maybe now she’ll give us heaven.
I get behind her. She presses back, her plump ass massaging my cock. Feels like heaven to me.
“Eager girl,” I say. “All in good time. First, we want to touch you.”
I start at her throat, sliding my hand down between her breasts, over her dress, until I get to the hem. Then up, between her legs, where I find her pussy nice and wet.
“Did your punishments turn you on, baby girl?”
She nods, chest heaving, breath coming in pants.
In front of her, Lyle’s gaze is locked on where my hand disappears beneath Ariel’s skirt. I find her clit and stroke my fingertip against it. She sucks in a deep breath.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
Lyle steps forward and tugs down the sleeve of her dress, exposing one of her bra-covered tits. He licks along the edge of her bra, then tugs that fabric down, freeing her nipple.
“Fuck,” he whispers reverently before closing his lips around it.
Ariel throws her head back against my chest. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”
I continue swirling my finger over her clit, loving how responsive she is.
“I’m gonna come,” she cries.
I pull my hand away and slap it gently against her pussy. “No.”
“N-no?” She shakes her head. “Come on, I—”
Lyle must bite her nipple because she yelps and tries to back away from him. But she has nowhere to go. I’m blocking her escape.
“Hold still, Ariel.” I nip her earlobe. “We will absolutely let you come…when we feel the time is right.”
“But the time is right now! It was right two minutes ago!” She rubs her ass against me again.
My cock flexes, hardening even further. Fuck, I want to be inside her so bad. Mouth, pussy, ass—I’m not picky. “You’re our little girl and you were naughty.”
“But you already punished me. You…you flogged me and spanked me.”
“Little brat.” Lyle kisses her mouth until she’s moaning. He pulls back and stares into her eyes. “We only started punishing you. We aren’t done yet. But trust me…it’ll be absolutely worth it in the end.”
She pants, clinging to his shoulders. “It will?”
“Yes.” I nuzzle my lips against her neck, just below her ear. She smells so good. “Do you trust us?”
“Strangely, I do.” She turns her head to the side, allowing me more access to her neck. So obliging, such a natural little girl.
My fingers return to her pussy. I don’t concentrate on her clit, but I give it some attention. I plunge a finger inside her, feel her walls contract around my digit. I stroke in and out of her, bumping her clit with the heel of my hand.
Lyle has returned to her breast, licking and sucking. The man loves titties. He could do that for hours. He’s even made women come before, just from nipple play.
Soon, Ariel is once again writhing against me, her legs shaking. She grips Lyle’s shoulders for balance. She’s close.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and press a chaste kiss to her cheek.
“Please,” she begs. “Please. I need to come, I need it so bad.”
“This is a natural consequence, baby girl. You made us wait, you teased us for days.” I grin. “Maybe we should tease you for days.”
She gasps. “No, no, please. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”
“Oh, little brat.” Lyle’s voice is sympathetic, but with an edge. “Are you crying?”
“No.” But she wipes at her eyes. “I’m not crying.”
He meets my gaze and gives me a subtle nod. We don’t want to break her, just give her a lesson she won’t forget.
“We’ll let you finish soon.” I tug her dress up and off. “Get on the bed, princess.”
* * *
Lyle
I’ve never been this invested, this present, with a partner. Something about Ariel has hooked me. Not just my body, but my heart. I don’t know her story. I don’t know why she stole from her father.
All I know is that turning her in is going to wreck me.
We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I’ve got Ariel to think about. Naked. On my bed.
Austin and I get on the bed with her. Our hands are everywhere.
Hers, too. Exploring, touching, tweaking.
I pull off my shirt and she scratches her nails lightly over my chest, rubs her palm down my abs toward my waistband.
Austin yanks away her bra and those gorgeous breasts swing forward.
I tug and tweak her nipples, reveling in the little gasping sounds she makes.
“Daddy, please.” She handles Austin’s cock through his jeans. “I need more of you both.”
He slides down his pants, takes off his shirt. He moves so that his head is aimed toward the foot of the bed. “Come sit on my face, princess.”
She gives him a scandalized look. “Just like that?”
He offers her a wolfish smile. “I’ll give you something to do with your mouth while I eat you, don’t worry. You won’t be self-conscious for long.”
Climbing into position, she blushes as she lowers herself over his chest.
“Don’t be shy.” He grabs her hips and drags her down to his mouth.
She gasps. “Holy shit—”
“Christ, princess.” His voice is muffled. “You taste so fucking good.”
I jerk my cock, watching her writhe over his face. She braces her hands on his chest for a moment before remembering that his fat dick is right there, waiting for her. Eyes gleaming, she lowers herself down so she can take him in her mouth.
Beautiful. So sexy.
I grab a condom and lube from the nightstand, shove down my jeans, and suit up. Moving to the foot of the bed, I watch the way her ass moves while Austin licks her pussy. Sweet, undulating ripples of flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you, my sweet little brat.” I pull her ass cheeks apart so I can see her pussy better. Then a bite her right over a pink handprint left from her spanking.
She pulls away from Austin’s cock. “No—no anal.”
“Not tonight,” I agree.
Her sound of protest piques my interest. Anal isn’t a deal-breaker one way or the other for me, but I wonder if I don’t hear a little note of anticipation in her reluctance. It’s something to explore later.
I angle her hips up, which puts her clit more at Austin’s lips. Then I surge forward, pressing into Ariel’s wet heat.
So fucking good. I close my eyes for a moment and breathe in and out slowly through my nose. If I’m not careful, I’ll come in three strokes. Austin would never let me hear the end of it. But I want to savor this, more than anything. Savor Ariel. She’s ours now.
When I pull out and slowly push back in again, she moans in approval. Austin moves his hands from her hips to her hair. He brushes her blond locks over so I can lean to the side and see her sucking his dick. His thickness stretches her lips. She opens her eyes, sees me looking.
The little vixen winks. Austin must do something new with his tongue, because her eyes go wide and she gasps before bobbing up and down over his length.
I grab the lube. “I’m going to touch your back hole, little girl.”
She pulls off of Austin. “What? No….”
“Safe word?” I ask.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she scowls. “I guess I don’t need it.”
“Excellent. I think you’ll like this. But if you hate it, you can always use your safe word.” I drizzle some of the lube over my fingertip before touching her pucker.
Predictably, she tries to move away from my touch. I hold her hip with my free hand, anchoring her in place.
Smooth, circular touches. Not too much pressure. Meanwhile, I continue gently fucking her pussy. She clenches and tightens around me.
Her moans get higher in pitch. Her muscles get more and more rigid. “Are you going to come, Ariel?” I ask.
“Are you going to let me, Daddies?”
Austin grasps her hips. “Yes. You deserve it, baby girl.”
“Go ahead and come when you’re ready,” I tell her. “You’re going to feel my thumb in your ass when you do.”
Her responding moan is less dismayed, more eager. I keep my strokes even and start to work my thumb into her. Her pussy feels so good, hugging me tight.
She cries out, throwing her head back. I push my thumb in the rest of the way, feeling her muscles sucking at me—both my cock and my thumb. Austin grabs his cock and starts jacking himself. Ariel lowers her head back down to finish him.
I can’t hold back anymore, not with the way her rhythmic aftershocks pulse around my length. I thrust harder into her, balls tight with pressure.
Fuck. I come in a rush, emptying into the condom, heat sparking all through my body.
Ariel is still spread out before me, lying on top of Austin. I don’t want to pull out, I never want this to end.
* * *
Ariel
The guys clean me up and tuck me into Lyle’s bed. After bringing water and snacks, they climb into bed on either side of me. Luckily, the bed is huge. It makes me wonder how often they bring girls here to share.
I have no right to be jealous, though. We just met. It’s only that if I’d known it was this good, if I’d known about these guys—these Daddies—earlier, I would have put myself in their path.
Lyle wraps his arm around me, then he leans over and lightly bites my shoulder. I shiver and give him a shy smile. Austin holds my hand, stroking back and forth over my knuckles.
“What are we doing?” I whisper.
“Aftercare,” Austin whispers back.
I shrug. “I don’t think I need it…”
“We punished you and fucked you.” Austin’s voice is quiet, but firm. “Maybe you need it, maybe you don’t. But we need it, as your Doms. It’s a crucial element of the scene for us.”
“Oh.” I snuggle against Lyle and squeeze Austin’s hand. There are worse things than being cuddled after sex. “All right, then.”
After this, though, what happens? Are they going to haul me into Ironwood? Will that be goodbye, forever? I hate that thought. I want to stay here, with them. Always.
Not that it’s possible. Even without the whole bounty hunter thing, I’m no good for relationships. It’s a fantasy, that’s all.
With their arms around me, though, it’s hard to worry about the future. The present is too precious.
I don’t plan on falling asleep, but slowly, gently, I drift away.