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“I can’t help it.”
“Yes, you can,” Blake told her in the distance. “Now that you’re off the drugs, we’ll make sure you eat.”
Grant gave her five hard slaps.
“Ouch!” she screamed, twisting around to stare at him.
“I didn’t promise to be gentle.” A second later, he added. “Arch your back. Place your hands on the floor.”
As if she were a machine following orders, she obeyed his request, foregoing another round of verbal banter in order to enjoy the exquisite punishment she was due. The burn was remarkable, but she wasn’t about to tell him. She’d forgotten how much she enjoyed the heated sensations, the electrifying way sharp shards of sheer pleasure zipped down her spine and tickled her pussy.
Without a doubt, she deserved this spanking. The more brutal the better. Maybe Grant could spank some sense into her. Maybe then she’d remember exactly what she’d been missing.
“Relax,” Grant said, pinching her. His nails bit into her flesh and she cried out as he deliberately twisted her taut skin.
“Silence,” he ordered abruptly. “I don’t want to hear whining. You have ten additional licks on the way.”
As if she didn’t know how to count. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how Grant spanked. When he used erotic spankings for disciplinary action, he gave repetitive smacks and they burned like hell. Each time his palm plopped against her ass, the resonating sound alerted them all.
Grant Fowler didn’t issue love pats. When his sub needed chastisement, he literally tanned her hide.
Morgan bucked against each and every strike, savoring the reconnection, the memory in the making as Grant’s hand fell against her ass. If he meant to lay down the law, his palm reminded her she wasn’t above reproach. She was flawed, imperfect.
It was then when she found complete acceptance. She still needed a Dom’s guidance, training, and supervision. She would be fortunate enough to have two Doms invested in her instead of one.
Morgan became submissive to their expectations in that moment. Grant and Blake expected her to behave like the woman she once was, and she couldn’t wait to submit to them again.
Chapter Six
Blake watched her shower. After she’d been so defiant, they didn’t trust her. What if she tried to leave? After seeing the way Morgan’s delusions affected her, Blake realized he and Grant were up against a power stronger than the two of them put together.
“Will you join me?” she called out, opening the foggy shower door in an attempt to seduce him.
Her small breasts were full. Water cascaded over her pretty, ripe nipples, and he growled when she used her forefinger to motion him inside.
In the past, just catching a glimpse of her body would’ve been his undoing. Now, it would take a little more, not because he wasn’t attracted to her, but because he was more concerned about her well-being.
“I can’t reach my back,” she complained.
He walked over to the shower. “Turn around,” he rasped, reaching for the soap but refusing to strip and join her.
She bit down on her forefinger and gave her bottom a good shake as she followed his request. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in here with me?”
He eyed her red behind. Grant’s palm was clearly imprinted on her left cheek. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Your loss.”
“I imagine it is,” he said, taking the washcloth she offered him. He rubbed the soap back and forth over the cloth. Then, he caressed her back, washing her from left to right. She was so thin now. Once a curvaceous beauty queen, Morgan’s weight loss was staggering.
His fingers traced the lines and curves of her body. Once soft and pampered, her skin possessed dry and rough splotches, definite signs of her prolonged drug use.
“Hmm, that feels so nice,” she said, tilting her head to the side and flashing a wide smile.
Blake released a sigh of relief. Morgan was one of the lucky ones. She still had every tooth in her head and remarkably, they weren’t cracked, chipped, or damaged, something typically found in meth users.
“Do you still enjoy touching me?”
“Of course,” he whispered, watching his hand glide over her frail body.
