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J ameson was so mean.

She squirmed on his lap, deliberately squeezing her pussy around his thick cock, which was deep inside her.

“That’s another ten,” he said calmly as he wrote something down on a notepad.

Honestly, she had no idea if he was actually doing research for work or just pretending. How he could think right now, she had no idea. Because she was basically a mess.

She needed to come. She was so wet with arousal that she could feel it on the top of her thighs. Something she’d probably be really embarrassed about later.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“No.”

How was he so unaffected by their position? It was so unfair.

“So mean.”

“What’s going on?”

She looked up with a groan as Jack entered the dining area of their house. Jameson had an office, so why did he have to do this here?

They’d been back in Escana for three weeks. Maggie hadn’t been sure what would happen when they returned. The guys had been living in a house on palace grounds, but there wasn’t a space for Uncle Willy. He needed to still be independent while having her close by.

But that had already been solved by the time they got back. They’d been moved to a different house with five bedrooms, with a hidden, smaller cottage close by. It gave them all their privacy.

Uncle Willy was on new medication and doing really well. And the queen and kings had even asked Uncle Willy to go traveling with them sometimes. Which had taken a huge weight off her shoulders. She knew he loved traveling and seeing new things. Maggie didn’t really want to leave Escana, though.

She just wanted to be safe here with her men.

Indie was living with Slade and his friends. When Maggie talked to her, she seemed to be good. Weirdly, though, one of Slade’s friends was always hovering around Indie. But she swore she was fine.

That just left her men. And they were her everything. They hadn’t ‘kidnapped’ her as Jack suggested. They didn’t need to. As for a Marjarsom period, well, it wasn’t necessary but they’d had their own version of one. Shorter, and they’d still seen Uncle Willy, of course. But they’d spent time together. The four of them.

Her men loved her. And she’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted them.

“Maggie is being punished,” Jameson told Jack.

She whimpered. This was so mean.

“She is? By being made to sit on your lap? I can see how that would be punishing,” Jack said.

“Come closer,” Jameson said.

Jack walked over and Jameson lifted her dress to reveal how they were connected.

“Ahh, a bit of cock warming. Nice.” Jack grinned down at her.

Her cheeks were bright red. This was just . . . awesome.

“How is that going for you, baby girl?” Jack asked, swinging a chair around to sit on it, facing backward. “Did mean old Jameson get you all worked up before he made you sit on his dick? Hmm? And now I bet you get into trouble if you try to move, don’t you? Have you been tempted to try and touch yourself?”

“She has,” Jameson replied. “And she’s only added to the spanking that she is going to get when she is allowed to move.”

“It’s not fair,” she said. “I wasn’t even that naughty.”

Jameson grasped hold of her chin and turned her head to the side so she could glance back at him. She was sitting with her knees bent and resting on either side of his hips, her back to his front. Thankfully, these dining chairs were extra wide so she could kneel comfortably.

Although that meant Jameson could draw this out as long as he wanted. Or at least until his control snapped.

Fat chance of that happening.

“Not that naughty?” he said in that low voice. “Tell Jack what you called yourself.”

Well. Drat.

Jack was the most reasonable of her men. He wouldn’t get mad at her, right?

“I was on the phone to Indie!” she protested. “How was I to know that Quaid was listening in? And that he’d turn out to be a huge tattletale.”

She wouldn’t say that her guys and Slade and his friends got along. But before they’d said goodbye to Indie, Jameson and Quaid had exchanged numbers.

And it seemed Quaid intended to use that number to rat her out!

Jameson let go of her chin as Jack reached over and grasped the back of her neck. His face was serious as he stared down at her. “What did you say?”

“Just that I was a useless assistant who didn’t deserve her job anymore.”

Jack’s eyes widened.

“And why did you say that about yourself?” Jameson prompted.

“Because I had a freak-out when I went into the desert with Uncle Willy.”

Coming back to Escana wasn’t quite the smooth sailing she’d thought it would. She hadn’t realized that she would have PTSD since the kidnapping. It might have been naive of her, but she’d thought she’d just push through.

However, a week ago she’d accompanied Uncle Willy on one of his trips into the desert.

All three men had been unhappy at her decision and had demanded they accompany her.

Which was just as well as it turned out since she’d had a panic attack and fainted. When she’d woken up, she’d been hysterical and Jameson had to sedate her.

Ian had lost his mind, Jack had stalked her for days, and Jameson had grown extra commanding.

The last one hadn’t been a bad thing.

Until now.

“Baby girl, you are not useless. Or weak. Or whatever else you have going on in that head,” Jack growled at her. “Do you hear me?”

She gaped at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m Sir Daddy right now and you’re in big trouble. Did you put a plug in her as well?” he asked Jameson.

“You know what . . . I did not. Good thinking.”

“What?” she squeaked.

They’d only just started ‘training her ass,’ as they liked to call it. Every day one of them would bend her over their knee and insert a plug into her butt for an hour. It was torture since they also liked to play with her first, get her all nice and wet, then plug her. And she wasn’t allowed to come until they took the plug back out.

“I don’t need the plug. I’m sorry for being a bad girl. I’ll never say negative things about myself again!” she cried out.

Jack shook his head. “If only we could believe that. You are amazing, baby girl. But you are bound to have leftover trauma from your kidnapping. So you have to learn to be kind to yourself. You do not have to bounce back immediately.”

“I just . . . I feel like I’m letting Uncle Willy down.”

Jack cupped her chin. “You could never do that. And you know he has plenty of people to go with him. He’s not alone. And he understands.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was just frustrated.”

“When things pile up on you, or when they get too much and the negative thoughts creep in, you can come to one of us. We’ll help you,” Jameson told her.

“You’re right.”

Both of them hugged her tight and she let out a small sigh of happiness. “So now do I get to come?”

“Oh no,” Jack said, leaning back and rubbing his hands. “Now, I get to plug your ass.”

“What? Nooo. I said sorry.”

“And we’re going to make sure that you remember this punishment next time you go to say bad things about yourself,” Jameson told her.

“Plus, I just really like sticking things in your butt.” Jack winked at her as she groaned.

He really was terrible.

Getting up, he left, and Jameson turned her in his lap to face him. Somehow, he managed to do it while still remaining seated deep inside her.

The man had real talent.

“Here we go!” Jack sung. “Who needs chocolates and roses when you have lube and an anal plug?”

“She can have both,” Jameson said dryly as he shifted so his bottom was farther toward the edge of the chair and he was leaning back. Then he drew her close to his chest.

Reaching down, he slowly drew up the bottom of her skirt. She knew her ass was on complete display. Heck, she could feel the air on her bottom hole.

“True. True. Roses might be a bit sore to stick up her butt, though,” Jack said.

A cool, wet finger touched her bottom hole.

“And chocolates would melt.”

She groaned. More because of his words than the fact that he’d pressed a finger deep into her ass.

Although there was that too.

“Hand me the plug and lube while you finger fuck her little back hole,” Jameson said.

Monkeyballs! Someone who dressed like he did, and sounded like he did, should not say finger fuck.

Because it really . . . really turned her on.

Jack added another finger as Jameson got the plug ready. She was going to feel so full. And she wasn’t sure that she liked that idea.

Mainly because she was already so turned on and she didn’t think she could handle any more.

“Please,” she begged.

“Aww, is our baby all needy?” Jack asked. “Love these noises she makes when she has to come and knows she doesn’t get to. It’s like music to my ears.”

He could be such an assbaboon sometimes.

“Here’s the plug,” Jameson said as Jack removed his fingers.

“Thanks. Damn, we make a good team,” Jack replied.

“We do.”

“I’m so glad you two are doing some quality bonding over plugging my ass!” she sniped.

Jack slapped her bottom. Hard. And she yelped.

“Daddy!”

“Sir Daddy. And stop being sassy. You’re just adding to how long we make you wait before letting you come.”

“It’s going to be a long time considering the spanking you’re owed after this,” Jameson told her.

She groaned. This sucked.

“You know the drill, baby girl,” Jack said. “Take a breath in. Now, let it out.”

Lord it was a tight fit. She wasn’t going to lie. When it was fully seated inside her, she took a moment to adjust, breathing heavily.

Jameson ran his hand up and down her back, talking to her quietly. Giving her soft words of praise that she lapped up. Then she heard the sound of running water so she knew Jack was washing his hands.

“What’s going on in here?” Ian asked.

She sighed. Great. Now everyone could see her being punished.

“Baby girl is warming Jameson’s cock because she’s been naughty and saying bad things about herself. I just plugged her. And according to Jameson, she’s owed a huge walloping.”

Monkeyballs.

“Negative things?” Ian asked. He walked over and crouched down next to Jameson, frowning at her. “That’s not good, Little girl.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll try not to do it again.”

Ian kissed her temple before rising. “You need to drink some water. You look thirsty. And have a snack.”

Jack sat beside them. Leaning in, he kissed her lips. “You are so sexy and beautiful. Brave.”

“I’m not really,” she whispered back. “I’m still scared to go into the desert. Sometimes . . . sometimes I’m too scared to walk out of the house on my own.”

“Oh, precious girl,” Jameson said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It’s only really come up a few times. One of you is normally always with me, and it’s not like I’m leaving the palace grounds or anything. But even just walking over to Uncle Willy’s alone . . . it’s . . . it is really hard.” She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I’m worried I’m going to start pulling my hair again. Sometimes I go to do it, and then I remember and stop myself.”

Jameson sat her up and grasped hold of her chin, staring down at her. “Good girl for telling us that. I know it was difficult.”

She nodded and felt tears run down her cheeks. Jameson wiped them away, his face filled with patience and love.

“Every time you feel scared or anxious, or if you think you’re going to pull your hair, you’re to call one of us. Understand?”

“You are not alone now,” Jack reminded her.

“We’re all here to take care of you,” Ian said. “And what’s more, we want to. You take that away from us when you hold things back.”

“I’m sorry,” she said to them. “You’re right.”

Jameson pushed them back from the table so that they could all surround her, whispering words of praise and love. Until Ian’s phone rang.

He looked down at it, frowning. Then he sent Jameson and Jack a look before walking from the room.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll wait for Ian to tell us,” Jameson told her firmly. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” He slid her off his dick, then lifted her so she was sitting on the table.

She groaned. “But, Sir, don’t I get to come?”

“No,” he said sternly. “You come only when I give you permission. Jack, could you get a cloth for our girl?”

Why would she need that?

Jameson tucked his dick back into his trousers. She frowned, missing it already.

She felt empty.

“Don’t you want me to take care of that for you, Sir?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

Drat. If she’d gotten her mouth around him, maybe he’d feel obliged to repay the favor.

Jack returned with a wet cloth.

“Lie back,” Jameson ordered. “Feet up on the table, legs spread.”

Oh, crap.

That’s why he wanted a cloth.

Knowing that arguing would only make it worse, she lay back. Jack moved around beside Jameson to watch as he cleaned her pussy and the tops of her thighs.

So embarrassing.

She whimpered as he brushed the fabric over her clit. It was too much. She was too sensitive.

“Please, I can’t take it.”

“Shh, precious girl,” Jameson crooned. “You’re all right.”

She really wasn’t though.

Was it possible to die from orgasm denial?

Jameson placed the cloth over her pussy and applied pressure by putting his palm over the cloth.

It did help.

Then Ian returned to the room. “We need to talk.”