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Chyanne obeyed at once and practically purred as he dragged the loofah across her skin. He took his time, really letting her enjoy it.

I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him. Either of them—especially after the way I acted yesterday. They’re both too good for me.

“Did you go for a swim this morning?”

She craned her neck to look at him. “Something like that.”

“Alone?”

“Um… not alone.” She didn’t want to lie, but she’d been sworn to secrecy about the lazy river. “I made a new friend.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that, darlin’. Turn around, please.”

She obeyed, and let Daddy wash her front, giving him salacious smiles, which he ignored. Daddy was all business at bath time.

“So, am I allowed to ask about last night?”

Immediately, she fell back and let herself sink into the water. The only problem was, she could still hear him, and he was not amused.

“I can wait you out, you know. I’m a very patient man.”

She emerged, hair dripping. “Sorry, Daddy. I… I just don’t want to talk.”

He studied her thoughtfully as he began washing her shoulders. “I get that, but in order to help you, we need to know what’s going on.”

If I tell him, he’ll just tell me to stop worrying, that I’m being silly, that we’ll all stay together, of course we will… but he’ll just be being nice, like the good daddy he is. Like the daddy I don’t deserve. It’s best if I keep it to myself, for now.

“I can’t right now, but I will.”

After another long, searching look, Chandler nodded. “Okay, good enough for me. Now, head back.”

Chyanne obeyed, sighing blissfully as the warm water went over her head and down her back. She didn’t deserve them, but there was no rule that said she couldn’t enjoy them for just a bit longer, was there?

Once he was finished with her hair, Daddy wrapped her in a large, fluffy bath towel and let himself out of the room. She took some time looking at her reflection through the steam on the mirror, psyching herself up for what she had to do.

She had to be their big, brave girl, the girl they believed she was, and face what was coming.

You can do this, Chyanne told her reflection, and then before she could chicken out, she opened the door.

She noticed both of them were out of the bedroom. Chandler was drinking something in the kitchen, and Aaron was buttoning up his shirt. She walked past them both, determined to do what she knew she must. Feeling Chandler’s eyes on her, she walked to the kitchen, just far enough for what she wanted. Then she reached out and grabbed hold of the paddle.

Chyanne put it between her teeth—it was thicker than she’d expected, and more awkward, but necessary—and she crawled on her hands and knees to her master. Only then did she stop in front of him, head bowed, waiting for his pronouncement.

CHAPTER12

Aaron

If there was one sight that took him from zero to sixty, it was the sight of a sub with an implement, asking for the punishment she knew she deserved. Chyanne had asked without words, even, which was a thousand times sexier. His boner was a drill, ready and willing to try to make it through his jeans.

He was mesmerized by the red-golden crown of her bowed head. “Put two chairs facing each other,” he told Chandler without looking up.

Neither did she. She kept her eyes firmly trained on the carpet, not moving a muscle even with the sounds of scuffs as furniture was being moved.

“Ready.”

At his announcement, Aaron reached for Chyanne’s chin, tipping it up and forcing her to meet his eyes. “You are going to come with me.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, her lips trembling the slightest bit.