I quickly scrambled backwards until my back hit the headboard. “Don’t come near me.”
“You think that’s going to stop me from bending you over my knee—better yet, I’ll shove something inside your mouth to teach you a lesson to not lie to me, or to Krew.”
Yes, fucking please was what I wanted to say, but I remained silent, my lips pressed tightly together, as I glared at Decker with indignation. What was I thinking? I wasn’t a masochist… I didn’t like being hit—much less be roughed around.
“Okay. If silence is your answer, and this is what you want.” Before I got a chance to deny his words, Decker dived at me and wrangled me up into his arms. I tried to fight him, using all of my strength, but I failed miserably.
When I saw a chance to escape, I went limp in his arms instead. Tired of fighting him, my desires, and stopped denying the love I had for this man. I wanted Decker with every molecule in my body.
Decker turned me until my ass was up and I was bent over his legs, with my hands rooted to the floor. “I don’t think…”
“Hmm. I need to see you,” Decker crooned as he slid the dress over my bare ass inch by slow inch, like he was savoring the moment. And so was I as the fabric grazed along my sensitive skin.
“You know what?” He squeezed one of my butt cheeks. “I think you want me to spank you, mark your skin pink. Mark you as mine and Krew’s.
I wanted to deny everything he said. But his light touches along the crease of my ass sent tremors throughout my body. Then his words gave me clarity. No more denying myself of the pleasures these men could give me. And no more denying the fact that I was very much still in love with both Krew and Decker. With that, I had to tell them the truth about the past. At least to Decker. He deserved to know what had happened to me.
I couldn’t chicken out—not this time.
“Decker…”
He slid a finger along the crack of my butt and I tingled with desire. Wetness pooled at between my legs, I groaned and squirmed to get more friction.
Nevertheless, I tried telling him about Teke, but Decker placed a finger across my lips. “Shhh,” he whispered and grazed his hand along my sore ass cheek he had slapped earlier.
Jesus, was he serious? He wasn’t going spank me. Was he?
I was wrong. Decker was playing with me this whole time.
Now Decker had me where he wanted, he landed a solid, hard blow across the fleshy part of my right ass cheek. I cried out in pain as my core clenched in anticipation.
For a long three beats, I waited for the panic to strike—waited for it to sink its teeth into me. Surprisingly, it didn’t. I even expect the air supply to my lungs be cut off. Or the fear to claw its way up my throat, which had me running for my life in the past.
No. This new sensation raced across my skin, finding every nerve ending in my body, and I was drenched at the apex of my sex. My clit thrummed even more than before, aching to be stroked, pinched, and sucked on.
Decker chuckled, running a hand over the area he had slapped, and another ripple of electricity skated across my skin. “That’s it, Regi. Now you know that this is what you need, and it will keep you focused on me.”
I shook my head, denying the truth. How crazy was it to want Decker to spank me, then fuck me out of my mind until there was only him and me in my head.
And yet, I kept my teeth clenched and my body coiled tight, trying to breathe through the riot of emotions he was evoking in me.
“Not ready to admit your feelings yet?” Decker moved his hand to my other cheek, slapped it equally hard a few times, and then stroked the skin, sending another rivulet of pleasure up my spine. I groaned, swimming in a pool of trepidation and yearning so profound that it scared me, and wished Krew was here holding us. Holding me.
To be so intimate with not only one man but two…
“Say it, Regi. Admit that you want me, just as much as you want Krew.” He demanded a confession.
If I did confess, would I lose what little I had left of my heart when we parted ways?
Another sting of pain pulled me out of my downward thoughts. My resistance lasted about a nano-second before my defiance crumbled to dust and a ravening hunger took over.
“Yes, Decker,” I finally admitted in a whisper. “I want both you and Krew.”
My ass stung, but Decker carefully turned me around in his arms like I was a fragile piece of glass and sat me across his thighs.
I was about to protest until I saw the wealth of emotion in his blue depths, which made my breath catch in my throat.
“Then tell me you trust me with your heart and your body,” Decker insisted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
