Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
She might be out of Dallas altogether because while she loved her dad it was getting hard to live close to him.
She had this time and then she would be gone. So it didn’t matter what he meant.
“What she needs now is a spanking. I’m going to assume you’ve disciplined her before,” Niall said, his voice tight. “I think she needs to be over your lap and then she needs a hard fucking and some sleep. Harlow, if you do this with us, you sleep with us. That’s my only rule.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” Jensen protested.
Niall sent his friend a dark look. “Then you can sleep alone, but if I’m fucking her and taking care of her needs, she’s sleeping with me. If not, I’ll walk and we can spend the next couple of weeks sniping at each other with no real prospect for relief.”
He was forgetting something. “I think Jensen will fuck me and he won’t give a damn that I’m not his cuddle bug.”
Jensen moved to stand beside him, arms crossing over his chest. “We’ll sleep in here. The bed’s big enough. It’s for security, too.”
“Hey, I didn’t agree to this.” But she was the one who was naked, and was she walking out on them when her skin suddenly felt electric?
“Then go to your room,” Jensen replied. “Or you can pull some nasty shit that forces me to take you to that chair, slap your ass silly, and then we’ll tie you up and take turns because I’m going to assume in all the no sex in the last two years, you haven’t been playing around with your own asshole.”
She snorted. When had he gotten all forthright about sex? “No, I have not been plugging my own asshole in the hopes that someday I would get two guys. I was kind of trying to avoid it.”
“Sure you were,” Niall countered.
She didn’t like them working together. They were fucking calm when she was a storm of anxiety and rage and fear. And they were standing there like this was some kind of date.
“Fuck you both,” she said and started for the door, knowing exactly what Jensen would do.
A big arm went around her waist and she found herself dragged to the small chair in the corner of the room. There was a bookshelf beside it, but she didn’t get a chance to look at it before Jensen had her over his lap and the first crack of his hand hit her naked flesh.
Pain flared through her. It hit like a runaway locomotive stopping and focusing her.
She needed this. She could fucking breathe now. “Again.”
His hand came down without hesitation. “You know it kind of feels like I’m not the one in charge.”
Niall chuckled lightly. “Welcome to D/s, man. The sub is always in control. It’s the only reason I was okay with it eventually. When you asked me to go in, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I had a skewed view. Now I know how much I need it. She taught me that.”
“I taught you nothing,” she shot back.
And got her ass peppered with smacks. At least ten. All in a row, and it took her breath away. The pain flared through her system, sending much-needed heat. She hadn’t realized how cold she’d felt before. How still. Like she was stuck, but now the world seemed to move again.
“You have good technique for someone who hasn’t taken a formal class.” Niall utterly ignored her.
She glanced up and realized he was only ignoring her words. His eyes were on her body, and she couldn’t miss the way his pants had tented. Well, she’d felt that big cock against her before but he’d never used it on her.
He might use it tonight. She might get to feel that hard cock thrust inside.
“I was motivated,” Jensen replied. “She needed it. I read some books and talked to some people, but mostly she taught me. We practiced a lot. She needs this to relieve stress. She doesn’t drink much so it’s this or she starts a fight, and I needed her to look fairly normal.”
“You asshole.” But he wasn’t exactly wrong, and it was refreshing to not be treated like she was fragile and would faint at the sight of blood.
He slapped her ass again, this time his hand staying there, holding the heat to her. Connecting them. “She likes a big bite of pain when we’re playing and during sex. She likes to have her nipples twisted and the bite of clamps. I’ve always thought she likes to be watched.”
“Oh, I can verify that. She might not have had sex at The Hideout since I’ve been there, but she likes to be naked in the club,” Niall explained. “She’ll walk around in nothing but a pair of fuck-me heels and ask if anyone needs help. It makes me crazy because she’s not wearing a collar.”