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D ear Lord. She turned and bent over the table. It was warm against her skin. A tremble of anticipation ran through her. Was she really going to do this?

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me about my safeword again?” she asked.

“Your safeword is pork pie,” Ian said as he ran his hand over her ass. “Spankings aren’t a hard limit. And with how sassy you are, you’ve practically been asking for this.”

She had not . . . okay, maybe she’d imagined it a few times.

“If your hip hadn’t been playing up, I’d have you bend right over and touch your toes,” Jack told her.

What? Shoot.

“Next time,” Ian said.

Next time? “Who said there is going to be a next time?”

“I’m sure there will be,” Ian replied. “You’re too naughty not to earn yourself another spanking.”

“Bottoms off,” Jack said, reaching for them.

“What?” She stood in shock.

“That’s another two,” Ian said.

Yikes. She wasn’t going to sit well tomorrow.

“Spankings are on the bare, baby girl.” Jack didn’t reach for her bikini bottoms again. Instead, he waited for her.

But the truth was . . . did she really care? She wanted them to touch her. To take her. Fuck her.

So she bent back over and pulled her bottoms just below her ass.

“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous ass you have, Little Misfit,” Ian told her as he cupped her butt.

Oh Lord. She could feel herself growing wet. What was happening? She was about to be spanked by two gorgeous men.

And she was so turned on.

Would they notice?

She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even brace before the first smack landed and her breath left her lungs in a whoosh. Then came the next smack.

They landed steadily, the heat building in her bottom. Suddenly, everything stopped, and both men rubbed her ass.

“How are you doing, Little girl?” Ian asked.

She appreciated the fact that they wanted to check in. But part of her was almost frustrated by it.

Don’t be silly.

“Baby?” Jack asked, moving his head to look at her. “Hmm. I don’t think she wants to stop and talk, Ian.”

“Is that so?” Ian said thoughtfully.

Monkeyballs.

“Maybe I should check her reaction to the spanking,” Ian said.

Her reaction? What did that mean?

“Do you want us to touch you, baby?” Jack murmured. “To touch your pussy?”

Yeah. Couldn’t they tell?

They aren’t mind readers.

“Yes,” she said with a groan. “Please.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ian was cupping her pussy. His finger ran along her slit and circled her clit.

A groan escaped her and she moved her hips back and forth, wanting more. Needing it.

“Stay still, baby,” Jack told her. “Let Ian do his check.”

Oh God.

“Hmm, she’s very wet. I don’t think she’s taking this punishment seriously.”

She was! But she couldn’t help it if she was turned on too. Did that make her weird?

No. Lots of people liked a bit of pain with their pleasure.

“Perhaps we should spank her harder,” Jack suggested.

Harder?

“Um, no! You don’t need to spank me harder!”

“I think we do. To make sure that you’ve been properly punished. Your wet pussy says you’re enjoying yourself far too much,” Jack told her.

He sounded disapproving, but his face said something different and she relaxed. They liked that this was turning her on.

Jack winked at her and she smiled back. Then Ian slid one long finger inside her and she moaned, pressing her thighs together.

“Keep your legs where they are, Little one,” Ian told her.

“But . . . but . . . I need . . .”

“What do you need, baby?” Jack asked.

“To come! I need to come.”

Jack shook his head, looking sad. “But naughty girls don’t get to come.”

“Yes, they do!”

And if they didn’t, then they darn well should.

Sounded like a stupid rule.

“I want to come.” She dropped her lower lip into a pout.

“I’m sorry,” Ian said, sounding anything but sorry. “You need the rest of your punishment. No coming for you.”

“Nooo.” That really wasn’t fair.

All of a sudden, she wondered what it would be like if Jameson was here. Would he be grinning like Jack? Stern like Ian?

Would he boss her around? Did he like role-play?

Oh God.

Bad Maggie.

“Now, I wonder what you’re thinking,” Ian murmured. “Tell me.”

“No!”

“Tut-tut, that’s naughty to disobey your Dom,” Ian told her.

Did he know what his words were doing to her? Did he get how much she liked them both taking charge like this?

While she liked an indulgent Daddy, she also liked a take-charge Dom. Someone to take over completely.

“Very naughty,” Jack murmured. “She definitely shouldn’t come if she’s going to be so disobedient.”

Ian sighed sadly. “And I was so close to relenting and allowing her to find release.”

“You were not!” Shoot. She’d been trying to sound outraged. But instead, she sounded like she was close to begging.

What kind of mind fuck was this anyway? Ian hadn’t been close to relenting.

Right?

“Well, now you’ll never know. Will you?” He slid his finger from her pussy and she whimpered, pushing her hips back to find what she needed.

“Please. I’m hurting.”

Jack studied her worriedly for a moment. Then his lips turned up. “I don’t know . . .”

“I am. Please, Sir. Please.”

Jack leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Be a good girl and maybe you’ll get rewarded.”

Oh, thank God.

“Tell us what you were thinking about,” Jack pressed.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

He frowned, glancing behind her to where Ian stood.

“Why would we be upset, Little girl?” Ian asked, running his hand down her back.

“I guess . . . I was just thinking about what the . . . the three of you would be like together.”

“Ahh, were you wondering what sort of Dom Jameson would be?” Ian asked.

She let out a whoosh of breath. Good. He didn’t sound upset. She wasn’t sure it was good etiquette to think about another man while two more were touching you, though.

“It’s not that I want him here or anything. The two of you are more than enough, don’t get me wrong.”

“Shh.” Jack put his finger on her mouth. “We’re not upset, baby girl.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” Ian added. “As long as you aren’t thinking you can replace us with him.”

“Never!” she said. “The two of you . . . you’re all I’ve been thinking about. You’re both perfection. Gorgeous and sexy.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked. “I’m sexier than the grump here, though, right?”

Ian grumbled.

“No,” she said with a grin.

Jack winked at her and mouthed the word, “ liar .”

She giggled.

“Hey, no giggling while you’re being punished. This is all going very wrong.” Ian sighed with mock disappointment.

“She was a good girl and told us what she was thinking, though,” Jack pointed out. “So perhaps she should get to come.”

“ You’re my favorite ,” she mouthed.

“ I know ,” he said silently back.

“We’ll see how well she takes the rest of her spanking,” Ian told them.

Jack moved as Ian slapped his hand down on her left cheek. Jack followed up with a smack to her right. She moaned, wriggling from side to side.

“Stay still,” Ian commanded. “You don’t want anymore, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“I prefer my name. Or Daddy.”

Monkeyballs. She could feel herself growing wetter. What were they doing to her?

“You can call me Sir. I like Sir Daddy,” Jack said.

He would. Dear Lord.

Another two smacks. This was too much. She needed to come.

“Last two smacks, Little girl,” Ian told her.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if those final smacks were harder than the rest, but she let out a small cry as they landed, going up onto her tiptoes.

Both men ran their hands over her ass, soothing her. She felt kisses along her hot cheeks, which probably would have been embarrassing under other circumstances.

Then, fingers were running along her slick lips.

“Please. Please.”

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Jack murmured, lightly circling her clit. “So hot and wet. I have to taste her, Ian.”

“Turn her over,” Ian ordered.

She was moved, so she was lying on her back. At some stage, her bikini bottoms had been removed so her lower half was now completely bare. Jack slid her feet flat onto the table, spreading them wide. Then he parted her lower lips, staring down at her pussy.

She felt so exposed. At their mercy.

“Should we . . . should we go inside?” she asked breathlessly as Ian moved to her side.

“No,” he said.

“But—”

Ian put his hand over her mouth, giving her a stern look. “Who is in charge right now?”

Oh heck.

“I swear she just got wetter,” Jack said.

“She likes us taking control, don’t you, Little girl?”

“Fuck. Imagine what she’d be like under Jameson’s control,” Jack muttered.

“Jameson likes full control,” Ian told her. “He wouldn’t take any sort of topping from the bottom. And there’s no way you’d be allowed to come after you were punished.”

She whimpered. That sounded awful.

Awful and intriguing.

“Just as well you’ve got kind and generous Doms here now, isn’t it?” Ian said.

Kind and generous?

“You just spanked me!”

“Are you saying you didn’t need it? That you didn’t enjoy it?” Ian asked.

Crap.

No, she couldn’t really say that.

“I’d say she enjoyed it. A lot.”

She glanced over at Jack as he removed his fingers and brought them up to show them how they were coated in her arousal.

Mortified, she closed her eyes.

“Uh-uh. Open your eyes,” Jack commanded.

Nope. Not happening.

A slap to her pussy had her opening her eyes to gape up at Jack in surprise. “Did you just spank my pussy?”

“Yep.”

“W-what? Why?”

“Because you weren’t listening to me. I’m beginning to rethink letting you come.”

Yikes. This was something she expected from Ian, not Jack.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be good!”

“You weren’t expecting Jack to go all Dom on you, were you, Little girl?” Ian murmured. “But now you know he’s just as capable of controlling you as I am.”

Huh. No one controlled her.

“Look at me,” Jack commanded.

Her gaze went straight to him.

Bloody hell.

Maybe they could control her a tad. When she wanted it.

Which was right now.

Jack’s face was filled with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them.

Holy. Guacamole.