Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(74)

Oh…f*ck. Her clit was screaming, her juices coating her thighs.

She would start every morning…

Horny.

Lyle chuckled as he helped her stand. “I can see by your expression that you just had some sort of revelation. Share it with your Sirs.”

“I…” She swallowed hard. “Paddling makes me horny, Sir,” she admitted, her face burning.

The men shared a high-five. “Told you,” Lyle said. “I knew it.”

Reed leaned in and kissed her. “What better way for us to make sure you start every day on the right foot, baby?” he asked. “A stinging ass and a * needing to be f*cked.”

“And some mornings, you might get a quickie, if there’s time,” Lyle said with an evil grin. “But most mornings, no, we’ll just be sending you to work horny.” He pointed at the end of the bed. “Now bend over, feet on the floor and legs spread wide, hands flat on the bed. Punishment will always be done like this, with you naked. You will count every stroke. If you lose count, we start over. Every punishment session you earn, you’ll have to count. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And make sure to say Sir after every stroke count.”

“Yes, Sir.” Trembling with desire more than fear, she bent over and got into position.

She felt one of them stroke her ass, which still stung from the paddle.

Fingers slid into her *, slowly f*cking her, then rubbing her clit before disappearing again. She already had her lips open, making Lyle chuckle when she started sucking his fingers clean.

“Wow. You are such a good girl, baby.”

That done, a hand reappeared, on her lower back. “No squirming, either,” Reed warned, his tone changing, strict.

“Ready?” Lyle asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

Immediately, the first stroke landed, stealing her breath and feeling like her flesh was being sliced open. That had not been a play stroke.

That had been for realsies.

“One, Sir.”

By the tenth stroke, she was sobbing, but still counting. Two sets of lips kissed and licked her welted ass cheeks until she caught her breath and the men joined her on the bed.

Reed picked up the box. “Do you still want to be our slave?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I still want to be your slave.”

They fastened the collar around her neck. “Unless we’re not home,” Reed said, “we put this on you and take this off you, although you’ll have a key. But as soon as you get home, it goes on and clothes come off. And before you leave for work in the morning, it doesn’t come off until you’re ready to walk out the door. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She loved the weight of it, the way it felt cool and then quickly warmed to her flesh.

Reed laid back, his fingers encircling the base of his cock. “Now it’s time for morning orgasms,” Reed said, grinning.

She eagerly straddled him, moaning as she slowly sank onto his cock, her hands already slipping behind her back, waiting.

“Such a good girl,” Lyle said. He grabbed the leather cuffs from the bedside table, buckled them around her wrists, and clipped them together. “You knew exactly what to do.”

She leaned forward onto Reed, kissing him while Lyle lubed her ass and donned a condom. Then she softly moaned as she felt him press the thick head of his cock against her rim.

“Who’s our good girl?” Lyle asked.

“Me, Sir.”

“And how do good girls ask to be f*cked?”

“Please f*ck my ass, Sir!”

Lyle laughed. “Such a good girl.” He grabbed hold of her wrists and used them for traction as he started working his cock inside her ass. She squirmed, her swollen clit rubbing against Reed’s body with every thrust.

Once she felt Lyle’s thighs pressed against her tender, stinging ass cheeks, he pulled her up against his body, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers already pinching her nipples.

“Next,” he teased.

Reed switched the Hitachi on. “My pleasure.” He pressed it to her clit…and the fun began.

Immediately her back arched as the orgasm swept through her, well-trained responses that had pretty much become automatic.

“That’s it,” Lyle said as he kissed the side of her neck. “You’re f*cking gorgeous, baby, the way your body takes our cocks.”

Reed grinned up at her. “Bet that caned ass feels good rubbing against him, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…Sir!”

Lyle leaned back, stretching her back with him and making her moan as it exposed her clit even more to the Hitachi. “There you go,” Reed said. “Fuck, I could lay here all day and do this to you.”

“She won’t last all day,” Lyle said, “and neither will I. Let’s make this a quick one.”

“Spoilsport. Just a couple more minutes.”

Lyle pinched her nipples, hard, making her cry out and triggering another wave of orgasms. “No, I don’t have that long,” he said. “Seriously.”

“Okay, fine.” Reed switched the vibrator off and set it aside.

Lyle helped her collapse on top of Reed and then grabbed her wrists again, f*cking her and almost immediately letting out a grunt of pleasure before falling still.