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Spencer

“ L ittle Miss. Time to wake up.” Blinking my eyes open, I see a smiling Tucker.

“Hi.”

“Shhhh. Don’t wake them yet.”

After my shower, I came out to the couch, and Lincoln, Miller, Axel, and I watched a few TV shows and must have all fallen asleep.

Tucker offers me his hand, and we walk to the kitchen. I’m not used to this house yet. The pool house has an open floor plan, but my father’s house is a little more traditional, with separate rooms.

“Did you get stuck at work? It’s late.” Tucker’s hands find their favorite spot in my hair, and he lowers his lips to mine. There’s no urgency to our kiss; it’s relaxed and enjoyable.

“I stayed behind to see if I could catch anything on the cameras, but it was just someone dressed head to toe in black. I’m sorry I couldn’t see more.” A hand leaves my hair to hold the small of my back, and his warmth melts into my skin.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you’re back. Let’s go to bed.”

I know the smile creeping up his cheeks. He’s up to something.

“I had an idea while I was watching y’all sleep, but I wanted to pass it by you first.”

“That sounds ominous.” Tucker runs a soothing hand over my back.

“Did Miller and Axel tell you about their punishments?”

It’s my turn to smile. “They did… Daddy Tucker .” He growls and nips at my neck. I hold in my yelp of shock.

“Be careful, Little Miss. Punishments are fair game for all. Now, I was thinking, since those two boys are such sound sleepers, I’d use my cuffs and handcuff them before we wake them up. But I don’t know if they have become triggers since you first used them. The choice is yours.”

How do I feel about the cuffs? Reaching behind me, I grab the arm, rubbing my back. I examine the cuff, rubbing my fingers over the smooth leather. I love the way they look on him as they wrap around his muscular forearm. Without having to bring the cuff any closer to my nose, I can already smell the leather scent that I associate uniquely with him.

“Will you…will you try one on me again? I don’t think it’s a trigger, but I’d rather know now than while they’re being used.”

“Of course.” Tucker turns his wrist so I can unsnap the black buttons. The leather strands separate easily as I unravel them from his wrist. Once they’re a long strand, he takes it from me.

“No need for a safeword here, Little Miss. If you want me to stop or remove it, just use your words.”

“Okay.” That’s one less thing to worry about, and I love that he took it into consideration for me. Tucker expertly twines the strands around one wrist, then the other. Before he closes the snaps, he looks at me silently, asking if I’m okay. I nod, and he snaps the buttons.

“How does it feel?”

I wiggle my fingers and turn my wrists as best as I can. Nothing pinches or pokes. There’s a light pressure, but nothing uncomfortable. I don’t realize I’m squeezing my thighs together until Tucker’s fingers brush my leg.

“Shall I take this as a sign you’re still okay with these?”

My breath shudders as I inhale. “I am.”

“Shall we go wake up Lincoln and get our evening started?”

“Too bad there’s only two of these.” Tucker pulls me into his chest, crushing my hands between us and knocking the breath out of me.

“I’ll have another pair tomorrow, and we can keep them in the bedside drawer next to your Glock.”

“That sounds like a fun piece of furniture.”

Tucker eases back and reaches for my hands to undo the cuff. When it’s removed, he kisses my wrists, takes my hand again, and walks me back into the living room.

The guys haven’t moved much since we fell asleep. Lincoln’s head is on Miller’s shoulder, and Axel is still draped over Miller’s lap.

Tucker leans over and softly licks Lincoln’s lips. I’m not sure I’ve seen them kiss, but it sparks something inside me. Lincoln grabs the back of Tucker’s neck, startling us both, and kisses him fully.

“Brother,” Lincoln growls when he pulls away. There’s fire in his eyes as he stares at Tucker. I reach down and grab Lincoln’s hand, and he glances next to him at the now empty spot where I was sitting. A light tug at his hand makes him understand that I want him to get up. Lincoln releases Tucker, and both men stand.

Tucker removes the cuff he’s still wearing, and using his fingers he explains to Lincoln the plan. He puts up two fingers and points to the cuffs, then Axel and Miller. Then he puts his palms together and puts them next to his cheek, simulating someone sleeping on a pillow.

Lincoln’s eyes light up when he understands the plan. He turns and lightly moves Axel’s arms until his wrists are close together. He steps back to let Tucker do his work.

Miller is a little more difficult. His one arm is draped on the back of the couch, and his head uses his bicep as a pillow. Lincoln moves to the back of the couch so he can lift Miller’s head while I help pull his arm down, careful not to hit Axel in the head.

Somehow, the three of us manage to cuff both men, and we admire our handiwork before waking them.

“How should we do it?” Lincoln and Tucker have pure mischief on their faces.

“We could be mean and make a loud noise,” Lincoln suggests.

“Or we could be evil and rub their cocks awake before them.”

“I love the way you’re thinking, brother.” Tucker elbows Lincoln playfully. “Do you have a cock preference?”

“You can take mine, and I’ll take yours.” Lincoln winks and crouches next to the couch in front of Axel. Tucker does the same in front of Miller, and they smile at each other before carrying out their devilish plan.

Both sleeping men wear sweatpants, so finding their targets is easy. Gently, they glide their hands over Miller and Axel’s pants. I love being a spectator to their antics. Whether funny or sexual, I get humor and pleasure from how they love each other.

Does that make me a voyeur?

As much as I get enjoyment out of each man, if they focused on each other, I would be just as content.

Axel is the first to show any signs of waking. His hips shift, and a soft moan slips through his lips. The sound makes me rub my thighs together again, and Tucker notices. He always notices.

“Like what you’re seeing, Little Miss.” I nod, not wanting to give away just how affected I am by these two men taking what they want from the sleeping men in front of us.

“Mooooore,” Axel moans.

Tucker leans over, running a hand through Axel’s hair. “You awake, Darlin’?” The only response is more moaning but nothing coherent enough to be an answer.

Miller still hasn’t stirred, and I can tell Tucker is about to up the ante. He tips his head at Lincoln, whose smile widens, and they lower the sleeping men’s pants. Semi-erect cocks lay thick over their thighs, and both men lower their heads to take them into their mouths.

My heart races at the sight of them and the erotic nature of what I’m doing. Watching these men take the pleasure they want from their sleeping partners. I think…I think I need to tell them I want to wake up with one of them between my legs.

I moan as the memory of Lincoln coaxing an orgasm from me in my sleep comes to the forefront of my mind. When I look up, Miller’s eyes are wide and darting between me and Tucker. He sinks lower into the couch when he realizes what’s happening, just in time for Tucker to pop off and give him a saccharine smile. When Miller reaches to bring him back, he finally notices the cuffs.

“What the—” Tucker puts his hand over Miller’s mouth to stop his protest.

“One down, one to go,” Tucker whispers. “Do you need lessons, little brother?”

Lincoln increases his activity, and Axel bucks his hips as “fuck” pours from his lips. He tries to put his elbows on the couch to sit up and see what’s going on when the cuffs stop his mobility.

“Oh fuck.” Axel tilts his head to see Miller is in the same situation as he is. “We’re fucked aren’t we?”

Lincoln releases Axel’s cock and sits back. “Not yet, but you will be.” He sits back on his feet and pats Axel’s thigh. “Tucker, we made an adjustment to the safeword after Axel expressed some unease earlier.”

Tucker looks down at Axel with concern and runs a finger over his cheek. “What’s wrong, Darlin’?”

Axel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I-I was nervous about the spanking. Lincoln suggested we use yellow as a second safeword.” He opens his eyes, clearly concerned about Tucker’s reaction.

“Ah. As in red, yellow, green? But only the yellow part of that?” Tucker continues to stroke Axel’s cheek, comforting him.

“Yeah. Like that. Is that okay?”

Tucker leans down and kisses Axel’s cheek. “Of course, it’s okay. Your comfort and security are always the top priority. That goes for everyone. Yellow and Code Blue are the safewords. Agreed?” We all agree, and Tucker smiles. “Well, then, I guess we have punishments to dole out. Let’s go, brother.”