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I began to flog her with methodical strokes, and the slap of leather against her tender skin followed by her strangled cries became the center of my world. My breathing quickened as I increased the speed and intensity, feeling a slight burn in my muscles from wielding the whip. Bright red lines painted her pale flesh everywhere the falls slapped her sensual curves, and she squealed at a particularly harsh lash to her upper thigh. Despite her discomfort, her cries were melting into long, low moans, and her pussy glistened with her arousal. Her body softened, relaxing into the punishment as she found peace in surrender. She placed her trust in me completely, giving me everything I needed from her.
My desire crested, a growing ache I could no longer deny. I tossed the flogger aside so I could strip off my clothes. I gritted my teeth as my cock strained toward her wet and waiting cunt. I wasn’t quite done playing with my prey.
Once I was naked, I quickly untied her wrists from their tether to her ankles. I wrapped the length of rope around my fist and braced my free hand at the center of her chest, drawing her up onto her knees without forcing her weight down on her bound calves. Tugging on the rope, I pulled her arms up over her head until her elbows bent and her wrists were trapped behind her neck. The position made her back arch, offering her breasts for further torment. I lashed her in place with a swift tie around her chest, securing her in the vulnerable pose.
Supporting her with a firm hand between her breasts, I knelt behind her and lined up my dick with her slick entrance. Her velvet heat gripped me as I pushed inside, penetrating her slowly enough to draw a growl from my chest. She squirmed in my ropes, helpless to urge me to quicken my pace.
I pinched her peaked nipple, giving her another little bite of pain. “Look at your Daddy,” I commanded, my voice rough with the effort of suppressing my need to fuck her hard and fast.
We were both facing Marco, and I finally shifted my attention from our girl to my best friend. White-hot flames flickered in the depths of his dark eyes, and his jaw was tight with carnal hunger. When our gazes clashed, the pencil snapped in his clenched fist. He bit out a curse and dropped his sketchpad, hastily stripping out of his own clothes.
He approached the bed, looming over us both.
Ashlyn wriggled in my arms, fighting the bindings in an effort to reach out for him. “Daddy…” she whined.
I tweaked her nipples and whispered in her ear. “He’s not going to touch you, angel,” I rasped, pushing deeper into her cunt. “You were very naughty, trying to tempt him. You’re at my mercy now.”
A small, broken sound hitched from her chest, and I swiftly withdrew before thrusting back into her slick heat. Her inner walls contracted around me, and I gritted my teeth to resist my release.
Marco fisted his cock, stroking slowly as he watched me torment her breasts while I fucked our girl.
“Please, please…” she begged on ragged, panting breaths. Her core tightened around me, and she arched so that her nipples pressed into my punishing hands. Pleasure and pain had become one, overwhelming her with erotic sensation.
“She’s close,” I told Marco.
He increased his pace, stroking his cock as he stared into her wide, desperate eyes. His granite features twisted in a feral snarl, and his cum lashed her belly, marking her. The heat of his release on her soft skin triggered her orgasm, and she came apart on a scream. Her entire body coiled tight, her core contracting around me. I bellowed her name and fucked into her hard and fast, releasing my seed deep inside her, branding her inside just as Marco had branded her with his cum. She was ours, our perfect, sweet girl.
My body shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm drew the last of my release from me. Marco’s fingers tangled in her hair, tipping her head back so he could claim her mouth. She moaned at the contact, thrilling at his touch after being denied and tormented.
I dropped a kiss on her neck before seeing to my ropes, slowly undoing the knots and unwinding the length from her body. It left pretty braided patterns on her creamy skin, and I trailed my fingertips over the marks. Satisfaction glowed in my chest. Seeing her like this—bearing my brand and melting in Marco’s arms—left me sated and content like nothing else.
We held her between us, tucking her beneath the sheets and cuddling her close, our precious little captive. She snuggled into Marco’s chest, and I wrapped my arm around her waist in a possessive hold. We lay there for a long time, drunk on one another. After a while, her breathing grew deep and even as she fell into a deep sleep, exhausted by my kinky games.
Marco’s eyes met mine, and he tipped his chin in the direction of the bedroom door, his face suddenly serious and stony.
My brain took a few minutes to puzzle out his suddenly tense demeanor, and my brow furrowed as I carefully pulled away from Ashlyn’s sleeping form and got to my feet. I followed Marco out of the room, both of us pulling on sweats before heading to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” I asked when he grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, his jaw carved from granite.
“She was upset because she saw her father today,” he explained, and I remembered her distress when I’d asked what she’d done to earn a spanking from Marco. “She told him about our relationship—all three of us together. He rejected her.”
I spat a curse. “I didn’t realize she hadn’t told him.” Regret pricked at my heart. “I should’ve asked.”
“Me too,” Marco rumbled. “And I didn’t stay with her today when she finally told him. I left her to deal with his judgmental bullshit all by herself.” He rubbed a big hand over the center of his chest and took a gulp of beer.
“So, why did you spank her?” I still didn’t understand how she’d earned her punishment, even if I did know that she’d probably been acting out because she needed the release of submission.
He gnashed his teeth. “I told her that I wasn’t angry with her for not telling her father about me sooner. She wasn’t listening.”
