Page 149 of Theirs for the Holidays

“Wrong again,” he says. Another three swats, hard and fast. “That’s part of it, but not the whole reason.”

Tears are starting to well in my eyes, and my breathing goes thick. “I don’t know,” I say. “I?—”

Smack, smack, smack.It hurts, the way his broad, calloused hand manages to catch the fullness of my ass cheek with each hit. He switches sides until my whole ass is a fiery burn.

“It’s because you didn’t believe in yourself,” he finally says. “Because you were willing to believe the worst about yourself.”

“I—” Another smack.

“You thought we’d say those things because you believed them. Because a part of you was just waiting for us to say them about you and prove you right. Isn’t that true?”

When I think about it, even through the haze of sensations, I realize he’s right. That’s exactly what happened. Especially after losing the bakery, I was just waiting for them to realize I wasn’t worth their time. To echo all the things my family made me feel about myself, all the things the mean little voice in the back of my head made me think.

“Yes,” I sob out. “Yes, that’s true.”

“Good girl.” He rubs my ass lightly, and I hiss at the contact. It burns, but I can’t help but push into it.

Then he draws his hand back and spanks me once more, starting up again.

“Do you believe us now when we say we love you?”

I nod frantically. “Yes.Yes, I believe you.”

Another spank. “Do you believe that you’re ours?”

“Yes!”

Another.

“Do you believe that we’re yours?”

My voice shakes but I manage to choke out another, “Y-yes.”

“What was that?”Smack, smack.

“Yes! Yes, I believe it!”

Tears fall down my face, and I can’t lift a hand to wipe them. Lennox comes over and bends down until we’re at eye level witheach other. He wipes my tears and kisses my cheeks, smoothing back my hair.

“You’re doing so well,” he breathes. “You’re taking it so beautifully, Heartbreaker. Look at how good you are for us.”

His words just make me cry harder, and it’s odd to be sobbing while my pussy throbs with need. It’s a confusing mess of emotions and arousal, but I give myself over to it fully.

Rhett smooths a hand over my ass, and the heat of it is both pleasure and pain all over again. I can’t decide whether to move into it or away from it, and I end up squirming in place, making little whimpering sounds.

Sawyer leans in to look at my ass and lets out a low whistle. “You took that so well,” he praises. “You’re such a trooper, Peaches. So damned good for us all the time.”

His praise makes me feel good, and I tip my face up so Lennox can kiss me.

Rhett lets his hand slide between my legs, and I gasp into the kiss when I feel him playing with my clit. He thumbs it gently, just enough that I can feel the stimulation and it adds to the feelings coursing through me. I spread my legs more, bucking back against his hand, which has the side effect of flexing my ass, making the burn flare up all over again.

I’m caught in a cycle of pleasure and pain, and it instantly has me whining, close to the edge.

“You did so well,” Rhett says. “Now you get to come for us. Is that what you want?”

I nod eagerly. “Please. Please let me come.”

“Go on,” he says. “Come when you’re ready.”