Page 27 of Filthy Rich Daddies

I lost track of him when the other two started in on me. He stands at the foot of the bed, an oddly shaped pillow in his hands.

“She likes stimulation in the area,” Dean says right before going deeper there. I moan louder—can’t help it. “I think she might.”

Colin’s hand traces up my ankle. “What about it, sweets? You up for something different?”

But I’m so close right now. “Don’t wanna stop.”

His laugh is dark and deep. Foreboding. “We aren’t stopping. Just changing the beat. Guys.”

They part ways, reluctantly, leaving me twitchy and desperate and whimpering. Colin lays the pillow onto the bed. “Come here.”

“But I was so close!”

“Oh, is she gonna pout now?” He grins for a flash, before his face goes completely serious. “Come.”

There’s no debating that tone. I’m crawling to him before I can even think of what I’m doing.

“Lie down on this, tits into the divots, that’s right. Hips go there…”

The pillow leaves me completely vulnerable. My ass is in the air, pussy on display at this angle, my head lower with my forehead on part of the pillow, and there’s even spots for my knees, and little handlebars for me to grip. My whole body is supported, weightless. Open.

Colin massages my ass cheeks with his thumbs, fingertips on my hips, spreading me even wider. The air conditioning hits my hot wetness and I shiver. “We’ll start slow. Giraffe, remember?”

“Yeah.”

He swats me once. Not hard. Just enough to get my attention. “Yes, sir. Not,yeah.”

I swallow. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s have some fun.” He rubs his hands where he swatted me, then does it again, harder. It stings, but only a little. Between the pillow’s support and letting him take the reins, something in me starts to unwind.

His hand slides over my pussy, and I shudder, the pleasure intense. When he swats me again, it hurts more, making me gasp. “Hurts more with a wet hand, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

A barrage of smacks come down on me, right at the crease where my ass meets my thigh. Each one reverberates deep into my core, lighting me up in a new way. I can’t keep up. I can’t breathe. I can’t hold still anymore. I keep rocking back to meet his hand.

“The neck,” he says.

Next thing I know, one of the others straps a belt around my neck. It’s attached to the pillow. I can’t rock back anymore. I’m stuck, taking Colin’s spanking as I shake, on the verge of an orgasm.

“Please,” I whisper.

The spanking stops. “Please, what?”

“Please let me come.”

The spanking resumes, harder now. Right on that same spot, each hit like an echo against my pussy, driving me closer, higher.

Tic lies next to me, and Dean must be on my other side, because there are hands trailing up and down my back now. Tic brushes my hair with his fingers. “You’re right on that edge again, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I blurt.

“You’re so wet that it’s running down the pillow. I bet there’d be zero resistance if we were to take turns on that pussy, one after the other?—”

“Please fuck me!”

“Aw, where’s the fun in letting it be over so soon?”