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“My God, isn’t she beautiful?” Caden murmured.
“She’s a fucking vision. The perfect little fantasy,” Connor replied, and a soft hum of delight escaped me.
Despite my initial shame and embarrassment, as Connor and Caden exchanged knowing glances and appreciative looks, I couldn’t deny the transformative power of their attention. A sense of newfound confidence washed over me. The realization that they both desired and admired me at the same time filledme with a heady sense of power. It was an intoxicating feeling, and I relished it even though I couldn’t take my eyes off the spatula in Connor’s hands.
As both of their appreciative gazes roamed over me, I felt a twinge of shyness creeping in. Their intense scrutiny made me acutely aware of the fact that they could see my naked pussy, and it sent a rush of warmth to my cheeks. Their unabashed appreciation of my body as they looked me up and down left me feeling both exposed and utterly desired.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
“You lied to me, didn’t you, little girl?” Connor scolded, and my mouth opened and closed as my cheeks burned.
“I didn’t,” I tried.
He snapped the spatula against his palm and the sharp sound made me jump.
“Yes,” I whined, swallowing heavily as he tapped the wooden implement against his hand, over and over again as if wanting to taunt me.
“You teased me too, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Now, little girl, tell me what you need,” he pressed.
I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I stepped from one foot to the other, keenly aware that with every movement my thighs slid against one another. With embarrassment, I chewed the inside of my cheek and searched Connor’s face.
What was he insinuating? Did he think I needed to be spanked? Did I need to be? How did that make any sense?
Why would I need something like that?
My clit pulsed so hard that my hips rocked forward, and Connor’s gaze flicked downward, a clear indication that he had seen my moment of weakness.
“I need…”
“Tell us what you need, babygirl,” Caden pushed.
CHAPTER 11
Anastasia
Iswallowed hard, glancing down at the spatula. I didn’t understand why I was drawn to it. Sure, my bottom already burned, but I had a feeling that the wooden kitchen implement would hurt even more. Yet somehow, somewhere deep inside of me, I wanted more.
Maybe they were right. Maybe I enjoyed the pain.
Connor stood before me, his expression calm and patient, the wooden spatula in his hand tapping lightly against his palm. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, a silent reassurance that he was ready to give me what I needed. His confidence, both in his ability and in my desire, was evident in the way he carried himself. It was as if he knew that I held the power to guide this moment, to tell him what I wanted, and he was simply there to fulfill my desires.
“I need a spanking,” I whispered.
“That’s not all you need is it, little girl?” Connor pressed.
“No,” I blushed.
“You need us to deal with that wet little pussy too, don’t you?” Caden continued, sitting back and boldly stroking his hand up and down his cock.
“I need…” I tried, but my shame was so vast that words failed me. How could I tell them that I wanted them to touch me, that I wanted their fingers between my thighs, and that I wanted them to make me come harder than I had ever come in my life?
“Don’t worry, little girl. After you and I finish our discussion with the wooden spatula, you’re going to come good and hard for me, right in front of Caden while he watches. If you’re a very good girl, he might even touch you too,” Connor explained, and I chewed my lip.
“Do you have to use the spatula?” I whined, knowing good and well that a very deep and dark part of me wanted him to.
