And with the smallest tilt of my head, I give it.
“Okay,” she whispers, almost breathless.
She turns and climbs onto the bed, ass high, legs trembling, but ready.
Spade’s voice cuts the room. “You ever done this before?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
He steps in front of her, raising the bottle. “This’ll help. A little.” His fingers stroke her jaw, then clutch her chin tight. “You scared?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Youshouldbe. I’m not soft, sweetheart. I’m not kind when it feels this good.”
Then he turns to me, eyes gleaming. “You want to help her take her mind off the pain? Fill that pretty mouth while I ruin the rest?”
Her gaze flicks back to me. Pupils blown wide. Lips parted.
She wants it.
The double-edged worship. The overwhelming stretch. The punishment for making us worry.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want you both. Use me. Punish me. I deserve it.”
I’m already moving before the words finish leaving her mouth.
I shove Spade out of my way and take her face in my hands, kissing her like I’m claiming something no one else can have.
“Fuck, Brat,” I growl into her mouth. “You have no idea what you just asked for.”
Spade chuckles darkly. “I’m not going easy on her.”
“Wouldn’t want you to.” I move to the other end of the bed, undoing my jeans and freeing my cock. It stands tall, aching.
She licks her lips. My Brat. My mouth-hungry little whore.
Spade kneels behind her, spreading her wider with one hand and squirting the lube over her ass with the other.
She flinches at the cold.
“Open wider. Mouth too,” he commands.
She obeys.
Good girl.
Spade slaps her ass hard, and she gasps, but doesn’t speak. Justcomplies.
“Atta girl,” he murmurs, rubbing the sting in. “You’ll be begging for release before I’m halfway in.”
I slide a hand under her chin, stroking her jaw. “Still got that attitude?” I whisper. “Say something smart now.”
She keeps her mouth shut, eyes darting away from mine.
I grip her face harder, dragging her gaze back. “Thought so.”
She opens her mouth for me, but I wait. I need to see it happen in sync.
