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But punish for what? He didn’t do anything wrong. He just had a nightmare!
Then again, I don’t always have to have done anything wrong to want to be spanked, do I?
And this is more about what Milo needs than anything that might make me a little squeamish. I take the spoon—paddle really.
Milo wiggles his ass at me. It’s the first sign of life I’ve seen from him since he woke up screaming.
Well, here goes nothing.
I grip the spoon in one hand, rear back, and let it swing towards his tender, pale ass.
It hits with a loud smack and Milo groans in pleasure.
“That’s right,” Leander says, commanding and low. “Now strip, Hope. This is going to take all of us together.”
Chapter 40
HOPE
I crawl up the bottom of the bed, moving so that I’m perpendicular to where Milo is on his hands and knees in the center of the mattress. We’re both on top of the duvet. Probably for the best considering the cover is removable and easily laundered. Things with my men can tend to get… messy.
As I go, Janus kindly helps relieve me of the black jeggings I’m wearing. I sorta love these domestic moments as sex is just getting started. The getting in place and logistics of it all. We’ve gotten to be so comfortable with each other. And having Milo here again feels so natural.
I’m eager as I spank Milo again with the wooden spoon. His firm, round cheeks flex and his hips buck.
Wow. I suck in a breath. Nothing like jumping in the deep end. Janus gets the leggings all the way off my ankles. And by the breeze I can suddenly feel, he’s gotten my panties along with them all in one go.
Then a mouth closes over my toes. Oh shit. Leander, that dirty bastard. I should have suspected he was about to pull a move like this considering the attention he paid my feet in last night’s shower.
Then Janus’s hand rubs my ass. Talk about sensation overload. And I know that means he’s about to—
I still yelp when the sting of his palm connects with my ass. My eyes slowly close in the luxury of sudden tension release. A tension I didn’t even realize I was carrying. Suddenly all of it washes away in waves under the delicious command of Janus’s hand.
And as soon as I’m done exhaling completely for what feels like the first time in forever… I realize that’s what I can give Milo too.
I drop the spoon to the bed for the moment. Because I want to feel his skin with my palm. I want to know what it’s like here with one of my men who’s willing—no, needing—me to try.
I rear back my hand a little and land my palm on the ripe round of Milo’s ass cheek closest to me.
I don’t take my hand right away, either. I can see his cock lengthening and hanging between his legs.
I rear back and spank him again. “Bad boy. Bad, bad boy. Don’t you dare cum without my say so.”
I spank him really hard this time.
And in return receive a hard smack on my ass from Janus. Leander’s teeth close on my toe the slightest bit and I bite my lip against the moan coming out of my throat.
Another wave of relaxation and confidence washes through me. Of course I can give Milo what he needs. It’s just another side of me I’ve never really allowed myself to tap into before. But that doesn’t mean I can’t…
“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? You need to be punished.”
“Yes!” Milo says.
I glance over my shoulder at Leander, who lets go of my toes with a suckling pop of his mouth. He nods in answer to my unasked question, that it’s okay to continue. I’m counting on him knowing his brother better.
Still, I put a hand on Milo’s hip and wait until he looks over his shoulder at me. Our eyes connect and I see it’s him, my Milo, as he repeats, “Yes.”
Then I grin devilishly at him and pull my hand back as far as it will go.
“You better pray Mommy takes pity on you soon, honey. Cause you’re about to get the most intense punishment of your life.”
Chapter 41
LEANDER
I start massaging Hope’s calves as she grabs Milo’s balls and yanks them hard. Milo cries out even as he leans back into her—seeking contact between his thigh and her arm. Hope does that too sometimes when we’re going rough on her.
Not letting go of her harsh grip on his balls, Hope rubs her hand down his spine to his backside and murmurs low.
I’m witnessing a communion that can perhaps only happen between the two of them. Hope is who Milo always needed. Maybe it was why he brought her to us in the first place all those years ago. For us too, because that’s the kind of brother he is. But somewhere deep down inside, he had to have known she was exactly what he himself needed too.
