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Wait! What were they asking her?
Three pairs of sensually hooded eyes gazed at her with an intensity that made Holly squirm.
"Are you okay with letting Kris join us? Or are you going to make him suffer for being an asshole?” Jaxon asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
Nick winked at her. “It’s okay if you do. He deserves it.”
Holly opened her mouth, but what the hell was she supposed to say to that?
She could feel Jaxon's hand sliding along her torso, then move up to cup her breast. He kneaded the swollen flesh, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple until it stood erect. She groaned in pleasure, her cheeks flaming at the incriminating dampness she knew he found there.
Nick's hands came from the other side, one sliding down her stomach, inside her waistband, and then between her thighs, his fingers easily finding her clit. He played there for only a moment before sliding a finger inside her soaking channel, and a low moan was ripped from Holly’s throat as she clenched around him.
And all the while, Kris just stood there, statue still, and watched.
Holly’s eyes met his, and he held her in thrall, and somehow, everything the other two were doing seemed so much hotter. Made her so much wetter. Just like when she'd thought he might be watching them a few nights ago. She couldn't deny that it turned her on.
But as Holly's silence stretched, so the shutters came down over Kris' eyes. She watched as they chilled, and a moment later, he took a step back and turned away.
Finally, she found her tongue. "No, wait."
He paused and looked over his shoulder, his eyes pinning her soul. “Stay," she whispered huskily.
Kris turned back to face her; his hands clenched at his sides like he needed to stop them from just reaching out and taking what he wanted as soon as Holly consented. "Are you sure?" he asked gruffly. "I'm not fun like Jaxon, and I'm not considerate like Nick… And I meant what I said about that spanking. I still want to do it."
A rush of heat blew through her at the thought, and the groans that his words drew from the other two men proved Nick and Jaxon were equally captivated by the idea.
Holly nodded, her mouth dry with nerves.
“Fuck yeah,” Jaxon muttered hoarsely, his hot breath tickling her ear.
Kris gave a short nod, took a step forward, and swept her up into his arms before striding down the corridor.
Jaxon skipped ahead and opened the door to the room she knew belonged to Kris, and for a second, Holly wanted to object, to take this somewhere more familiar. But the size of the bed gave evidence to the reason they were using this one. It was massive.
For a moment, Holly was inundated with doubt. Did they do this often? Was she just one in a long line of women who found themselves in this situation?
Did any of that matter?
"Beautiful," Kris murmured huskily, as he laid her out on the bed.
Jaxon and Nick knelt on either side, swiftly stripping Holly out of her clothing until she was naked. Then Kris sat on the edge of the bed and wasted no time pulling her over his knee.
Holly had a moment to feel the heat coming from his body, and then her bottom was bared for all to see. She tried to squirm, but Kris held her in place.
Holly gasped and reached out to grip his leg, needing to ground herself - to hold onto something solid. She knew a man like Kris would demand things she'd never experienced before.
And she was about to experience them. Right now. She wasn't sure she was ready.
Kris ran his hand lightly over her ass, caressing her curves, his touch feather-light to start with.
Holly sucked in a breath and held it as he lifted his hand and brought it down. She could hear the thwack as his palm caught her flesh. The sting was fierce but mercifully short-lived. Then he brought it down again, swift and sure, and again, and again. Holly squeezed her eyes shut and let the sensations wash over her.
It was a shock to have him there. When she'd agreed to this spanking, she hadn't known what to expect. Holly had fantasized about being with him, but now it was real. She'd never imagined this moment.
Kris' hand continued to crack down against the sensitive skin of her bottom, and the heat built and spread with each blow. They fell in quick succession. There was no pattern to the slaps. Neither rhythm nor intensity. No way to tell what was coming next.
But, oh, the emotions behind them were alive. The pain was just a tool to give them power. It was mind-boggling.
