Page 156 of Release

“No, you don’t,” Declan says as he resumes my spanking. “You settle in and take it, girl. I’ve always fantasized about fucking this ass all hot and freshly spanked.”

I’m about to yell when the spanking stops and his fingers return between my legs, my brain once again disengaging.

I know what he’s doing.

Of course I do.

I fuckingtaughthim.

I indirectly taught George, too, because I used to do this to Ellen all the time, and she took those “fantasies” to George when they got together.

And yet the beauty of operant conditioning is that the body still responds. I lie there trying to catch my breath while Declan’s teasing me through my panties. George releases my legs, but with the grip Declan’s got on my hair, I can’t turn my head to see what he’s doing.

I hear sounds like George has unzipped a suitcase and is rummaging through it to retrieve items. I hear music come on, the sound of the bedroom door closing, but George is still in the room with us.

“Yeah,thatone,” Declan says, to George, I guess.

Shit.

I can only imagine what they’re preparing, but every time I try to turn my head, Declan’s grip tightens again and he forces me to remain still while his fingers between my legs tease my clit.

I hear and feel George return. The hand between my leg disappears, and I know they’re doing something, but I can’t tell what.

Then two hands grab the waistband of my panties and pull them down and off me, so that has to be George.

He stands between my legs again, with a tight grip on my ankles and keeping my knees bent.

Then, I feel it. A gloved finger covered in cool lube sliding between my ass cheeks and seeking entrance.

I start struggling, but Declan wrenches my head back and talks to me like he’s soothing a scared horse.

“It’s okay, baby,” he says. “Fight us as hard as you want, but this isgoingto happen. Unless you’re welching? If so, just say so.”

I freeze, panting, seriously considering doing just that.

He leans around me so he can look me in the eyes. “You welching?”

In this moment I hate him, but I can see that he knows and doesn’t care.

That makes it even hotter.

I shake my head.

I shiver asthatlook appears on his face, the one I’ve seen him give opposing counsel, the one I’ve seen him use on Senate and House aides—and even senators and reps and other elected officials and wonks—something hard and cold and beyond Alpha Declan.

“Then settle thefuckdown,girl. If I need to have George tie you up to do this, I will, but I’d rather not. You can cry all you want, but unless you tell me you’re feeling bad pain in a harm kind of way, or you’re welching, thisisgoing in your ass, one way or another. Either because I’m nice and warm you up first, or because I make you sit on it.”

He sits up, tipping my head down again, and his finger resumes its trek.

And yes, I do cry.

No, I’m not a virgin there, but it’s been…

Well, since Ellen.

She was the only one I trusted like that.

She’s the only one who ever played with me there.