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The day dragged on, my body aching from both my hang over and lack of sleep. My anxiety weighed on my mind. Intrusive thoughts got the better of me as I thought of just how disappointed my men had been when I came home the night before.

Once again, I thought about coming clean about Dax and then warred with myself over keeping quiet and keeping my men safe. I had made myself so nervous that anytime I tried to eat, even a piece of toast, my stomach rolled and I couldn’t do it.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was a mess. The house was spotless, though. Had probably never been cleaner in the two years that we lived there. But I was a mess. Exhausted and sore, I muscled through my shower, washing everything and thoroughly shaving every nook and cranny before I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around myself.

I had enough time to soak in our large free standing bath tub before the guys got back home, so I fully intended to. Now that I was shaved and fully clean, I could lay back in the hot water and soak away my worries—or try too at least.

Without knowing exactly when the guys would be home, I couldn’t risk falling asleep, not if I wanted to try and get on their good side—and I would need to try to get on their good side if I wanted to survive tonight’s punishment.

I had a feeling it would be worse than anything I’d been through before. I could only hope that our relationship would survive it.

Jason

IgroundmymolarsasI clenched my jaw. To say I was upset about Maya’s disregard for her own safety the night before was an understatement. She had broken one of the fundamental rules of our relationship. We didn’t have many for her, but we expect the ones we had to be followed.

It was never a good practice to administer a punishment while angry. I knew that. I’d had all day to cool off. When she had come home at almost four in the morning, I sent her to bed, alone. I left her a written list of instructions for the day, along with a list of household chores I wanted completed, while I went to work with Marcos and Nico.

I had taken my time driving home from our job that day—a protection run that Marcos had taken me and Dagger with him on. Knowing our girl was waiting for us, I had purposely dragged out our drive home, stopping for food and gas.

When the three of us had finally gotten home, the house was spotless. It smelled amazing and Maya’s favorite candles were burning in glass jars around the living room and kitchen. Her finishing touch whenever she finished cleaning.

We set the food down in the kitchen—we’d eat after we finished punishing our girl. None of us could wait any longer to punish her, though. It was all we’d talked about all day.

Upstairs in our rental house, we found Maya right where I expected her to be: on her knees, on the floor in front of the bed and facing the door. Her spine was straight, her shoulders back, plump tits pressed out and hands flat on her thighs, palms up. She was utterly breathtaking.

“Good girl,” I said as I walked into the room.

Her belly quivered as her breath hitched. Her eyelids fluttered. I smirked, knowing just what my deep voice could do to her.

“The house looks really good, Dreamer,” Nico complimented her. “Good to know you can follow directions.”

A blush creeped over her chest and face, but she kept her mouth shut and her eyes down.

“I think you’ve forgotten how things are done around here,” Marcos said in a deep rumble. “Think we’ve grown too lax with you.”

I circled her kneeling form. A shiver went down her spine as her lowered gaze tracked my feet. The blue jeweled plug was nestled between the rounded globes of her ass, looking utterly fuckable.

I reached over her shoulder and palmed a heavy tit. I pulled it up and squeezed it roughly, until she was hissing slightly from the pain of it, but she didn’t say a word. I let off my rough treatment of her breast and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I grabbed her other breast and gave it the same treatment, squeezing it until she was hissing, before letting go and rolling the nipple between my fingers.

I pulled on her nipples, pulling up and out, squeezing tight until she was hissing again. She was panting when I finally eased off, but she never said a word. “Maybe we need to pierce these,” I said softly, my mouth inches from her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

She shivered and closed her eyes as goosebumps bloomed across her flesh.

“Pierce them, then hang weights here.” I tugged on them again, pulling them down this time. “We could put a chain between them,” I continued, dropping my voice lower, making it huskier.

She gasped as her tongue darted out and wet her lips.

“I think you like that idea,” I murmured moving closer. I nibbled on her ear as she let out another small huff of breath, still not making a sound. “Good girl,” I growled into her ear.

Her thighs clenched and her belly quivered from the force it took to stay still and silent, but she was holding strong.

“Spread your thighs,” Nico ordered from where he leaned against the wall, facing her.

Maya did so slowly, spreading her thighs wide, while still sitting on her heals, forcing her lower body into a butterfly position.

“Look at that dripping cunt,” Marcos murmured.

I trailed a finger from her breast down her soft belly and over her belly button. I toyed with the piercing there before I dipped my fingers lower and slid through her soaking wet folds. “Soaking wet, boys,” I muttered.