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Miller

W aking up to Tucker swallowing my cock was not something I ever thought I’d experience, but it quickly tops the charts as one of my favorites. Seeing I was handcuffed and realizing what was about to occur, not so much.

Lincoln tucks Axel back into his sweatpants and helps him stand, then Tucker does the same for me and passes me to Lincoln.

“Hey, Fireball. How was your wake-up call?”

“Something you should try doing sometime soon and often.”

“Me too, please.” I spin to see Spencer looking sheepish. Her vulnerable side is so fucking sexy, made even more attractive by the fact she’s comfortable enough to put her walls completely down and tell us what she wants.

I lift my arms to wrap around her and remember they’re currently cuffed together. Raising my arms over her head, I rest my elbows on her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss.

“Any fucking time. But Smithy, with four men in your bed, you might not want to say that too loud, or you could be waking up every day with a different man between your legs.”

She leans forward and kisses me. “I’m failing to see a problem with that.”

God, I love this woman.

What?

“That sounds like fucking permission, men.” Axel’s exuberance excites us all.

As I’m being led upstairs to the bedroom, I seriously contemplate my last thought. It was so natural when I said it to Lincoln. Can I love more than one person? Logically, I understand I can, but I never have before. If I tell Spencer I love her, am I betraying a part of Lincoln? We’re all in this relationship together, and obviously, feelings will develop within our family. I need to discuss this with Lincoln. I need to tell him first how I feel.

“I have a plan, brother.” Tucker having a plan sounds more dangerous than the spanking I’m about to receive.

“Please share.” Lincoln sounds way too eager.

Several minutes later, I find myself bent over the side of our bed with Axel in the same position on the opposite side. We face each other in this vulnerable position that’s equally as hot as it is terrifying. Lincoln has taken me over his knee before, but Axel and I have no choice but to look at each other as we take our punishments.

“How many, Fireball?” Lincoln rubs circles around my bare ass. “You showered with my brother after I told you not to. How many does that deserve?”

“But he made me.”

Lincoln bends over me to get close to my ear. “Did you use your safeword?”

Fuck .

“No.”

“Then you did it willingly. How many?”

“Four?” He’ll never go for such a small number, but I had to start low.

He hums in thought. “How many does Axel get, Tucker? His infraction was far less than Miller’s.”

“Little Miss, how many should they get for their punishment?”

Spencer could be the right or wrong person to ask. She’ll be fair and logical but could also give a high number.

Be nice, Smithy, please.

“Four for Axel and eight for Miller. While they both made infractions, there is a drastic difference in being sassy and disobedient.”

She went with fair instead of nice.

Without looking back at Lincoln, I can see Tucker’s smug face and imagine Linc’s looks much the same.

“Excellent choice, Dream Girl, now lay down.”

“What?” She looks at Lincoln like he has four or eight heads. “Why am I lying down?”

“Because, while they are getting their punishment, you won’t be left out. Their hands are perfectly capable to make you feel good. Lay on your back between them and help them remove their cuffs so they can explore and pleasure your body.”

Oh, I fucking love this idea, and Axel’s wicked smile tells me he does too. At least the thought of touching Spencer has erased the unease on his face.

She crawls onto the bed and gently removes the cuffs, kissing each of our wrists when she’s done. There isn’t much room between us, but Spencer manages to lie down like a buffet of sex.

“Where do you want me?” Axel and I adjust Spencer’s body until we can easily reach her in every place we want.

“Alright, boys, are y’all ready?”

It’s hard to focus on one thing with so much nakedness around me. Spencer is on full display; Lincoln keeps rubbing his cock over my ass, and I have a straight line of sight down Axel’s muscular back, which leads to a thick, bobbing cock that Tucker keeps slapping onto Axel’s ass.

My yes is muffled as I take in a mouthful of Spencer’s incredible breast.

“Just a reminder, Code Blue and yellow are the safewords. Everyone good with those?” Tucker waits for everyone’s response.

When I’m too busy listening to the sweet moans of my incredible woman to answer, Lincoln gives me a warning swat. “Words, Fireball.”

The sting radiates to my stomach, and I pop off Spencer’s nipple with a gasp.

I manage to pant out an “I understand” before returning to Spencer’s body.

The first true smack comes without warning. I have a split second to react when I see the flash in Axel’s eyes, but it’s not enough. Heat instantly courses through my body, immediately soothed by Lincoln’s consoling hand.

“So gorgeous. Fuck I love seeing my mark on you.” I hear movement, and then Lincoln’s lips caress his stinging handprint.

Another smack cracks the air, and Axel’s eyes squeeze tight. He’s holding his breath.

“Darlin’, are you good?” Tucker’s hands move over Axel’s ass, and everyone in the room waits for his reaction. When his eyes finally pop open, there’s a fire in them I’ve never seen before.

Yeah, he’s fucking good. He loved it.

“More,” he pants out. Axel’s voice is thick with lust.

“Fuck.” Lincoln gives me a matching set of handprints.

“Don’t neglect our woman, Fireball. You should be touching, kissing, fondling, and licking her at all times.

My eyes roam Spencer’s body, and the blush that’s crept down her chest. She’s as turned on as we are.

“What do you need, Smithy?”

“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Your wish is my command.” I capture her nipple in my mouth again and let my hand roam down her body. She parts her legs for me when I tickle her landing strip of hair. She’s hot and wet already, and as I hum my approval, Axel grunts from his next punishing smack.

“You’re doing so well,” Tucker praises in his ear. You’re halfway done.

“No.”

“No? Do you need to use a safeword, Darlin’?”

“Eight. I want the same eight as Miller.”

“Are you—” Axel’s growl stops Tucker’s words. “Alright. You’ll get your eight, but I’m not going any softer because you doubled your own punishment.

“Good.” The man in front of me looks feral. He wants every ounce of pleasurable pain he’s getting.

Spencer’s moan pulls me back to her as my fingers make lazy circles over her clit. I love the little sounds of pleasure she makes.

Smack .

This one stings more than the first, as my skin is now raw. Here’s where I have to remind myself it’s about the after, not during. It’s about the sensation of Lincoln’s hand smoothing his mark, the praises he whispers in my ear, and his tongue licking a line of fire down my spine.

Smack .

Axel’s response is different from mine. The fire in his eyes ignites with every new mark on his body. I don’t know Tucker’s level of punishment, but I trust him when he said he wasn’t going softer on Axel. His smacks echo in the room as loud as mine.

Spencer gasps when I feel Axel’s hand brush mine, and he enters a finger inside her.

“Fuck, Tails. I’ll never get used to your heat. You’re a fucking furnace.”

Smack. Smack.

Axel’s moan mixes with my groan as Lincoln and Tucker dole out joint punishments. Our mouths roam over Spencer’s body while our fingers pleasure her pussy. Tucker and Lincoln begin to grunt with their efforts, and Axel is…gone.

Tucker’s arm rears back for number seven, and I’m concerned.

“Yellow.”

The room goes silent, and all eyes are on me except Axel’s, who are off in the distance. He isn’t looking at anything in particular; he’s looking through it all. His fingers have stopped moving on Spencer, and he’s simply lying on the bed.

Lincoln’s worried breath whispers in my ear, “Talk to me, Fireball.”

I turn my head to Axel but look up at Tucker. “Where is he?”

Tucker arches a brow, not understanding my question. He runs a hand up Axel’s spine and turns and presses his body to him.

“You okay, Darlin’?” When Axel doesn’t answer, Tucker moves to the side to look at his face. A smug smile tugs at his lips and he runs a finger across Axel’s cheek. “This is beautiful.”

“What’s going on?” Spencer questions him with concern.

“He’s…in subspace.” Tucker caresses Axel’s back, his body erupts in goosebumps, and a delicious moan purrs from his lips.

“In what?” I’ve never heard of subspace.

“He’s blissed out, Fireball. It’s a state a submissive can enter that’s like an altered headspace. The pain is so pleasurable his mind has taken him away.”

“Is he okay?”

“Oh, Bruiser, he’s in ecstasy. Let’s finish the scene, and I can give him some aftercare while you two take care of our girl.

I was so concerned with Axel, I didn’t realize Spencer had turned onto her stomach.

“Are you sure he’s okay to finish?”

“He’s perfect, Fireball. Are you? You called yellow.”

“I’m good. Green.”

Smack. Smack.

Axel moans again, and all my anxiety fades when I see his smile. One more, and our punishment is over.

“Dream Girl, do you want to do the last one?” Oh shit. Yes, please.

“I like your thinking, brother. Do you want them, Little Miss?

“I…” Spencer’s cheeks flush, but her nipples are hard, and her breathing is labored. She’s not nervous or embarrassed; she’s turned on by the thought.

“Do it, Smithy. Don’t hold back.”

Lincoln steps aside, and Spencer crawls off the bed to stand behind me. My body shutters when her cool hand touches my heated skin.

“It looks so…does it hurt?” Her fingers trace lines across my raw ass.

“Hmm, not when you touch me like that. You could never hurt me. It’s your choice.”

Spencer’s hand falls away from me, and I hear a low moan. Looking over my shoulder, I see Lincoln’s head buried in her neck and his hands coming from behind, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Brother, why don’t you go take care of Axel? The three of us will finish up here.”

I feel the whoosh of air as Tucker gives Axel the last of his punishment. A guttural moan, long and low, rushes from him.

“Linc, watch him while I go start a bath.”

Lincoln nods at Tucker then steps away from Spencer. “Dream Girl, take care of Miller, and I’ll take care of Axel.” Lincoln rounds the bed and stands behind Axel. He gently massages him from upper thighs to lower back, and it sounds like he’s purring.

“Miller, can I…”

“Do it, Smithy. I want it from you. Add your mark on my ass.” And she does. Spencer steps back, and when her hand hits my ass, the sting is unlike the first seven. Her hand is smaller, and the power behind her swing is different. The sting is sharper, and she rubs her hand over her punishing mark as Lincoln did, but she’s softer and gentler, and fuck do I need to come.

My impatience has gotten the better of me, and I’m done playing around. I flip over on the mattress and grab Spencer around the waist, rolling her with me until I’m hovering over her.

“I need you, Smithy. So fucking bad.”