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“You’ve been a naughty girl, Tia, haven’t you?"

Oh no.

Okay, yes, my revenge list did involve sending them a hundred sheep. With strict instructions that the billionaires wanted them in their living room or heads were going to roll.

I did hijack their dry cleaning and decorated their suits with glitter cupcakes beforehand, delivering them right to their door.

I took out a few billboard ads with them wearing cupcake hats on their heads and bibs around their necks, their mouths filled with cake and frosting.

I had hundreds and hundreds of rubber cupcakes delivered directly to their offices. I even asked Samantha, their PA to please unpack them all in the office as a surprise. She didn’t even question my motives.

I pushed my luck and even asked her to send me their itinerary, and crossing my fingers, I asked her to revert their private jet to some remote town I picked off the globe with my eyes closed. She didn’t even question me then.

“Do you think we enjoyed arriving in a small town in Oklahoma, where the runway wasn’t even tarred and there were goats to greet us when we were supposed to be in Washington?” Brandon asks.

“Well, maybe you should take that up with Samantha, your PA. She didn’t even question my motives. She gave me full access to your house. I could have sent you to Oymyakon and she’d have asked me what time I wanted you three to show up there.”

“Samantha did everything you asked of her because we instructed her to do so,” Rex says, lowering himself in front of me. He takes my chin in his hand, his thumb stroking my bottom lip. My heart stops beating; a blanket of fire coats my skin.

“What? Why?” I cry.

“You’ll figure it out eventually, Tia,” Rex says at the same moment that Joel ever so slowly peels the towel off my body. Before I can stop him, before I can utter a single word, I’m completely naked, on my hands and knees, bound to my reading bench.

“Naughty girls get punished,” Brandon says, then puts action to his words.

I feel the sting of his palm immediately. His heat burns through the layers of my skin into my veins until my entire body is on fire.

“What the cupcake?" I cry, but he delivers another strike across my backside. But then Joel and Rex take turns on my poor flesh, and I can’t breathe anymore. Dear god, I’m not built for this.

Pain soars through me and ignites my fury. I yank at the restraints, and it does nothing to free me. I yell at them to let me loose, questioning their sanity, and calling them every name I could think of, but to no avail.

And now I have to contend with the wetness that seeps from my pussy. No. No. No.

What is wrong with me? Why am I getting wet? Why are my nipples on fire, and why am I suddenly so plagued with the need to have them open their mouths on my breasts and suck on my hardened peaks? What is wrong with me?

The stinging burn soon morphs into something I can’t name. I can only feel. My clit swells, and I so desperately need to be touched.

“Naughty girls get properly punished for their bad behavior,” Brandon says as I watch him looking at things on my dresser. He picks up one of my hairbrushes.

Chapter Eight

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Tia

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"Oh, yeah, especially when they mess up my favorite suit," Joel says, opening a bottle of coconut oil he also found on my dresser. "Then they deserve the fullest benefit of corrective punishment."

I have no idea what they mean... until I feel Rex parting my ass cheeks. My eyes widen to plates. I twist my head as far back as it can go to catch him wetting his finger with his mouth before he spreads the dampness all over my tight bottom hole.

My body divides instantly. One half screaming at me to run, take the bench with me, and run. The other wants to see. Wants them to touch me there again so I can feel the brilliant eroticism of it all and the blazing hot flush of embarrassment that more wetness leaks from me at the thought of them touching me like that again.

I've lost the plot. Entirely.

My control spirals, free-falling into nothingness as they open my bottom hole and pour generous amounts of coconut oil inside me.

My heart leaves my body, and my nerves dance in curious terror as I feel the handle of the brush probe my hole.