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“How about this?” I said quickly, trying to avoid an argument with compromise. “You can travel to the same cities as Jayme and me, but you won’t watch our every move. You’ll just be a few minutes away if I need to call you for anything. I promise I’ll be more careful, though.”
My men were silent for a long, stony moment. Finally, Joseph said, “I don’t want you to end up resenting us. I get that you need time with your friends. We just worry, angel. After everything…”
He trailed off, and I reached for him. I wasn’t the only one who’d suffered trauma. I knew they had their own nightmares that haunted them.
He stepped toward Marco and me, and I was instantly surrounded by their strength and warmth. I released a shuddering breath, soothed by their nearness. I touched Joseph’s cheek, linking him to Marco and me with a tender touch.
“I understand,” I said softly. “I don’t like being away from you either.”
He leaned into my hand, and I threaded my fingers through his dark curls in a gentle caress.
“Okay,” he rumbled. “We’ll give you some space while you’re with your friends.”
Marco growled, but Joseph speared him with a steady stare, aquamarine eyes glinting.
“Fine,” Marco bit out. “But I don’t like it.”
“I know,” I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his tight jaw. “Thank you.”
He leaned into me, relaxing a fraction when he touched his forehead to mine. “We’re still going to have a talk about your recklessness tonight, princess,” he warned.
“I really was about to text you,” I said, but it wasn’t a protest. He needed to know that I would obey his order to stick with Jayme, and after the scary moment with the handsy guy at the bar, I needed my Daddy to hold me.
“I believe you, babygirl.” He brushed a kiss over my cheek. “But it’s my job to protect you.”
“I think your Daddy’s going to spank you, angel,” Joseph whispered in my ear, the heat of his subtle threat fanning over my neck.
“Definitely,” Marco rumbled.
ChapterSix
ASHLYN
Marco set me down on my feet, and Joseph’s deft fingers found the zipper at the back of my red bodycon dress. He pulled it down slowly, the sound shivering down my spine. Marco fisted the tight-fitting material in his big hands and eased it up my thighs, stripping me with aching care. They worshipped me even as they prepared me for erotic punishment. I was theirs to protect and cherish, just as my strong protectors belonged to me completely.
Marco finished peeling the dress over my torso, exposing my breasts. The garment was structured enough that I didn’t need to wear a bra, so my peaked nipples were vulnerable to Joseph’s torment. As Marco took his time tugging the dress over my head, Joseph’s arms encircled me from behind. He pinched and rolled my nipples between his cruel, clever fingers while he nipped at my neck, giving me little bites of pain that drove me wild. My sex grew slick with arousal, and my clit began to pulse with need.
Tossing my dress aside, Marco knelt before me and ripped my red lace panties away with his teeth. A pleasurable shudder rolled through me in response to his ferocity. I loved when he handled me like this—like getting me naked was the only thing that mattered in his world. I craved his touch on my bare skin, and a shuddering sigh left my chest when his calloused palms skimmed up my legs before he cupped my ass in both hands. His thick fingers dug into my tender flesh, a wicked promise of the punishment that was to come.
He leaned in close to my sex, his heated words teasing over my wet folds. “You put yourself at risk, babygirl,” he admonished. “I can’t allow that.”
He nipped at my clit at the same time as Joseph tweaked my nipples. I tossed back my head on a harsh cry as pain and pleasure twined together in a blissful hit of conflicting sensation.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whined, arching into the tug of Joseph’s fingers in an attempt to alleviate some of the pinching pressure on my tight buds. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Marco kissed my clit, drawing a moan from my chest as sparks of pleasure danced through my core. “I know you are, sweet girl. You’re still getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, submitting to their will. I would give them anything, do anything to please them.
They’d been shaken when they’d seen me in distress. Touching me, correcting my behavior, would soothe all of us.
Marco stood and grasped my wrists, drawing me away from Joseph. I immediately missed my Master’s cruel caresses, but I meekly followed where my Daddy led. As we moved toward the gilded wall, I heard the rustle of Joseph’s clothes falling away as he stripped. Hungry to drink in his gorgeous, hard body, I tried to turn to look at him.
Marco’s fingers sank into my hair, directing my gaze straight ahead. I whimpered my disappointment, and his dark chuckle rolled over my skin, making me shiver.
“Greedy girl,” he admonished. “Your Master can have you after I’m finished with you.”
He held my wrists in his free hand, pressing them against the wall. He released my hair, and I had only a moment to draw breath before the shock of his hand slapping my bottom awoke a fierce sting on my sensitive flesh. I released a shocked cry, shifting away from the intensity of the first blow.
