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Much as we both wanted answers, her comfort came first. She’d been totally spooked when I found her. While she’d calmed down a lot, she’d felt…fragile. Dec made her some food while I drew a bath. It wasn’t until she was fed and bathed and sitting between us on the couch that we started asking her questions.
She told us everything—all about her abusive ex and how she went on the run. Dec and I stayed quiet, but my blood was boiling. What I wouldn’t give to beat the living shit out of that asshole. I knew Dec was feeling the same way judging by the death grip he had on the mug he was holding. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the damn thing crumbled in his hand. But Hannah didn’t need our anger, she needed us to listen, so we kept it under wraps.
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I ran,” she finished.
“I’m glad you told us,” Dec said. “Now we can protect you. You shouldn’t have to deal with this, with him, alone.”
Dr. Hannah Winters. She was a fucking doctor. One who’d gone to Stanford and had just finished up her residency. She’d been working at an ER in LA when her ex had fucked with her. A goddamn doctor, with any kind of social services resource available to her, had been so afraid that she’d run, hid. Hid who she was, even from us. And would have continued to do so except for the choking and the emergency trach.
Hannah shook her head. “I don’t want to drag you guys into this. Brad is a real piece of work. You could get hurt—”
Before she could finish, I scooped her up and into my lap, tucked her so my arms were about her. If someone asked if the hold was to comfort her or me, I’d sure as shit say it was to make me feel better. Knowing she was on my lap and safe, that’s the only thing that eased my anger. “That’s sweet of you to worry about us, darlin’, but you’ve got it all turned around. You’re ours to protect and cherish. It’s our privilege to take care of you. Your problems are our problems, got it?”
She nodded against my chest and I rewarded her with a kiss. “Tell me, Dr. Winters, how can we take your mind off your worries and help you to relax?”
I saw the smile tugging at the corner of her lips and my heart nearly melted in my chest. It w
as damned good to see that fear gone and some happiness in its place. Dec moved closer on the couch and one of his hands started stroking her leg.
After her bath I’d left her one of my t-shirts to put on, which fit Hannah like a dress and revealed those long, sexy legs. I heard her breath hitch as Dec’s hand reached the edge of the t-shirt and stroked her soft thigh.
My cock grew hard at the thought of all the ways we could help distract her. Judging by the way she started wiggling that ass of hers in my lap, she could feel it. I nibbled on her neck as she and I both watched Dec’s slow and steady progress. He was teasing her, tormenting her. By the time his hand reached her pussy she was writhing and trying to find her release.
But that wasn’t going to happen so fast. There was one lesson she still had to learn. In one move I flipped her over so she was lying across my lap, the t-shirt ridden up so her rounded ass was bare and so tempting I thought I might come right then and there.
She gasped when I brought my hand down and smacked that ass, watched as my pink handprint appeared.
“When we take control, darlin’, it means we want you to clear your brain, to only feel. Control, yes. But you have the power. We’re possessive men. With Brad, he wasn’t possessive. He was fucking obsessed with you.” I spanked her lightly. “Understand the difference?”
“Yes,” she replied, sagging against me, beginning to give over.
I spanked her again. “This is for not telling us your problems, darlin’.”
When I did it again, harder this time, she moaned. Dec parted her legs as I raised my hand once more. As I brought it down, he thrust his fingers into her pussy.
“Oh god.”
“She’s so wet,” he said. With his free hand he unfastened his jeans as he continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers. He only stopped long enough to pull a condom from his pocket, slip it on.
I gave her a few more spankings, lighter this time, until Dec knelt on the floor and was in position behind her. When he slid his cock into her, I wrapped my arm around her, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I held her in place on my lap as he pounded her pussy.
“Dec, please!” she gasped.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked, hand going to her hip, then to slide between her pert—and pink—ass. “This?”
I knew his thumb had opened her up when she arched her back, thrust her butt out.
“Oh god,” she groaned again.
Dec didn’t stop, but fucked her with his cock and his thumb. He came quickly and Hannah was still panting for more. She still needed her release—one he had yet to give her—one I would ensure she got. But not until she learned her lesson.
When he moved aside to get rid of the condom, I smacked her ass one more time. “There are no secrets between us.” I spread her legs wide and brought my hand down again, this time making sure her wet pussy got a light spanking.
“Is that understood, darlin’?” When she didn’t answer right away, I spanked her there again.
This time she wiggled her ass in the air, silently begging for more. Dec sat down on the couch beside me, his cock put away, his pants fixed.
“Yes.” It was somewhere between a whimper and a moan and it just about did me in. I moved her onto the couch so she was lying on her belly, her head in Dec’s lap. When I moved behind her she lifted her hips and spread her thighs, offering herself. I could see her reddened bottom, her swollen and slick pussy. All of her, and she was giving it to me.
