Page 4 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Reagan

Oh, god. My heart hammered painfully. I was going to have to see the crowd watch me being punished.

M directed me where to go and I followed his instructions while shaking like a leaf.

I couldn’t figure out why I was just going along with everything.

Yes, I needed the money. Yes, I wanted to be a good friend to Harley.

Yes, the men around me were wildly attractive, but I was straddling a leather and wood toy in front of a crowd of people.

Simply because they told me to. I was going to need to do some self-evaluating after everything was said and done.

“That’s right, angel. Rest your stomach along the pad there and stretch your arms out just like that.

” M guided me until I was on all fours with my body resting on the cool leather bench.

He made quick work of tightening the straps over my wrists and ankles, effectively pinning me in place.

Still, he wrapped a larger strap over my back and rested his hand on my calf. “I want her head back.”

T stood in front of me and quickly gathered my hair into a braid at the back of my head that he expertly worked into a makeshift rope. I couldn’t tell what he was doing until I felt the strap over my back shift and then T stepped back and whistled low.

“Jesus.”

I tried to drop my head forward to look away from the crowd but I couldn’t. He’d tied my hair to the leather strap and I was locked into place. I couldn’t move anything more than my fingers and toes. I couldn’t even tip my head forward without the strands of my hair pulling painfully.

“That’s fucking beautiful.” W came to stand in front of me and he pressed two thick, calloused fingers over my tongue. “I’m normally not as needy for the bondage stuff but this… I think you were made to be tied down and fucked hard, kitten.”

I’d never felt so trapped. A growing sense of panic blossomed in my chest but as I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked, a sense of quiet washed over me. I forgot the crowd, the spanking horse, the way I couldn’t move. I just was .

“I think the name ‘kitten’ works for you. T was right. You’re our perfect little pet for the night, aren’t you?” W pulled his fingers free and stepped out of my line of vision. Just like that, he was gone and he took my calm with him.

I gasped as I felt one of them press into me from behind.

The way the bench had me spread out meant that my lower body was fully vulnerable to them.

I felt rough denim against my thighs and heat as the impression of a long, hard erection dug into my sex.

I wanted to ask a million questions. What were they doing?

What was going to happen? Were they going to have sex with me in front of everyone? Would I use my safe word if they did?

“W is going to stand up front and watch you. If you close your eyes during your punishment, you’re going to get even more.

This is an easy one. You are slow to follow our commands and you have quite the attitude.

A bare-handed spanking should be enough to correct you this first time.

” M gripped my hips and rocked himself against me.

“I want you looking out at the crowd, angel. Watch them as they watch you take your spanking.”

His dirty words filled me with desire and before I could process what that said about me, his hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. I yelped out of shock more than pain and the crowd laughed. Shame burned more than the spanking and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Immediately three more hard spankings landed.

“Open your eyes!”

I whimpered but did as he said. I could see strangers everywhere, their eyes greedily taking in everything. I wanted to argue and refuse. I didn’t want to see them watching. Except, when M stepped back enough to slip his fingers past my panties, I felt how wet I was.

He took his time coating his hand in my juices and the next spanking he landed stung worse and made a sound that told my secret. They all knew I was wet from a spanking. I tried to hang my head and my hair pulled tight. Wincing, I tightened my fingers on the bench padding.

T stroked his hand down my spine and spread my lower cheeks wide. He tugged my panties to the side and groaned.

“God, kitten. If they could see how red and swollen and dripping wet you are, they’d know what a naughty little kitten you are. Getting wet from a spanking…What are we going to do with you?”

I whimpered when I felt one of them yank my panties down.

The cool air touched my naked sex and I almost used my safe word.

They were looking at me there . I’d never let any partner look at me like I was then, so exposed and open .

Panic clawed at my chest and I opened my mouth to call the whole thing off.

W’s face filled my vision, a knowing smile on his lips.

“We’re the only ones going to see that part of you tonight, kitten. And trust me when I say that we like what we see. My brothers both look like they’re ready to eat you alive.”

M’s voice was even deeper as he spoke.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. So pink and wet. And this asshole is begging to be used. Every man in this place besides us is a loser tonight. Let’s get your punishment over so we can steal you away and defile you.”

The first touch of his fingers over my sex happened at the same time as another spanking. He didn’t tease me; he pushed two of his fingers deep in me and curled them.

W stood up and smiled down at me while speaking to his brother.

“How does she feel?”

“Tight. Dripping wet.” M raised his voice so the crowd would hear. “You’re going to show these folks how you come, angel.”