“Yeah, but that won’t allow me to do this.”
THWACK!
I spank her ass so hard she squeals and kicks my stomach, and I laugh at her attempt to spring free.
“C’mon, Ghost-boy, you too.” I grasp Grey’s hand and drag him out too.
“Ghost-boy?” Levi side-eyes me.
“White hair,” I say.
He narrows his eyes. “Oh, so it’s not because you suspectedhimof beingme?”
“Maybe he did,” Aspen says.
“Does it matter?” I say. “If it quacks like a duck …”
“It could’ve been me,” Grey says.
“You couldneverbe me,” Levi retorts.
“Keep the rage for the fucking, boys,” I say, trying to keep everyone in check as I head straight for the red room, ignoringthe strange looks from a Phantom who was going for a midnight pee as we bump into him.
“Oh God,” Aspen mutters, burying her face in her hands. “He saw us, didn’t he?”
“Do I look like I care?” I muse, slapping her again so he can hear it.
“Ow! God, do you have to do it that hard?”
“How else am I going to mark you as mine, Freckles?”
“Then you won’t fucking mind if I mark her too,” Levi growls.
SPANK!
He slaps her other cheek while walking behind us, and her squeals are like music to my ears.
“Shhhh …” Grey lulls her, as he sticks a finger into her. “You can take it.”
I waltz into the room and Levi shuts the door behind us while I plant her down inside the metal cage.
“I didn’t say I want …” I pull my shirt over my head, her eyes gorging on my tatted muscles.
“You didn’t want what?” Levi grips her face and makes her look at him as he pulls out. “You said yes, so you’ll do exactly as we say.”
“You’re already hard again?” she mutters.
“I haven’t had you in years. You think I didn’t save up all my pent-up desire for you?” he replies, dipping his tongue out just to lick the seam of her lips while she’s practically leaning in tobeg for more. “I only had a fucking bite of you, and I’m still fucking famished. I’m ready for my fucking pussy as dessert.”
“Fuck yes, tie her up,” Grey says as he throws me the shackles he brought from Levi’s room.
Levi forces her legs apart and rips off her shoes so she’s on her toes as I hook up her wrists to a bar hanging above.
I grab a spreader bar from the floor and attach it to her legs, then walk out to grab some more toys that I’ve been eager to use: a flogger and a paddle.
“What are you going to use those for?” she asks.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
