Finding Ian (Finding #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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But Finley did.

And maybe Peyton.

And now Jordan.

“You are so very loved.” David cupped my cheek. “When are you going to see that? Finley loves you. My family loves you. Jordan loves you. I love you.”

And David…David loved me too?

I felt the same but didn’t know how to say it. Well, I did—just open my mouth and make the words slide off my tongue. Saying it made it real, and though I worried, would probably always be afraid, I couldn’t let myself run any longer. “I love you too. Both of you. I don’t know how good I’ll be at this, but…”

“Silly pup. You’re very good at it. Isn’t he, Jordan?”

“Yes. Can we fuck now, Daddy?”

It was the perfect thing to say because it lightened the mood and made me laugh. Jordan had known what he was doing when he said it, and I silently acknowledged it was for me.

“We can, naughty boy,” David replied.

“Can you, um…can you spank me?” I asked. I loved it—the pain. Loved giving that power to David to make me raw in a way nothing else did, to break me open and make me feel and let the pressure out.

“Yes.”

We went upstairs. David told us to strip, which we did while he slowly removed his own clothes. My stomach was jittery, eagerness and fear tangling up inside me.

David went to the closet and came out with a crop, which he’d used on me before, and a small wooden paddle, which we definitely hadn’t played with.

“Do you want to be spanked with these?” he asked Jordan.

“Not the paddle, please. The crop is okay.”

David nodded. “Stand in front of the bed, boys.” We did as he said, and waited, shoulder to shoulder. My heart raced, a frenetic beat. Sir set the paddle on the bed and held the crop. “This will hurt, but remember none of this is for punishment. It’s for pleasure. I’m so proud of both of you. You were so good for me today.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jordan replied, but I couldn’t find my words, so I tried to tell him with my eyes.

“I want to hear it, pup. Tell me you know.”

“I know, Sir.”

I was hard, my cock pointing upward.

“Hmm…should we take this cage off your Sunshine?” David asked me, cupping Jordan’s balls. “It’s up to you.”

I soared at the thought that it was my decision, that I got to make choices like this for Jordan sometimes, and that he would obey. For a moment, I considered saying to keep it, but I wanted to see his cock, to play with it and watch him spill his load. “We can take it off.”

Jordan exhaled. “Thank you, baby.” He called me silly names like snookums often, but when he said baby, it was different.

David took the cage off, and Jordan’s erection immediately began to grow, just as there was a swat on his thigh with the crop.

“Fuck,” Jordan said.

The crop hurt, yes, but it didn’t do much for me. My pain tolerance and desire for it were higher than Jordan’s, who preferred hand spankings.

David hit his other thigh, then my left thigh, then my right. He hit our chests, then lowered the crop and slid it along my length. “Should I spank your cock? I think I will. You don’t get a choice in the matter.”

Smack! Pain pulsed through my erection. “Oh God.” I reached for Jordan, and he tangled his fingers with mine. He’d never hit my dick before.

“Good?”

“Yesss…yes, Sir. I—”

Smack! He did it again and again, swatting my dick with the crop, creating this perfect floaty, light feeling that fluttered through me.

He went back to Jordan, not hitting his dick but targeting his thighs again. Jordan’s hand tightened on mine. When the crop hit the floor, I asked, “Can I have more?”

“Look at you, my little pain slut.” David leaned in and bit my chest, making me cry out. I was his pain slut, and I loved it. “I’m not done with you yet.” He turned to Jordan. “Kitten, sit on the bed for Daddy, back against the headboard, legs spread wide. Ian, lie between them. You’re going to service Jordan while I beat your ass.”

My cock jerked, want consuming me, swallowing me whole. Hearing that someone was going to beat my ass shouldn’t be so fulfilling, but it was. The servicing thing equally as much—pleasuring Sunshine, obeying David. I got it now, understood things I’d fought against for so long.

We got onto the bed the way Sir had requested. I was on my stomach, Jordan’s heavy, hairless balls and mouthwatering cock in front of me. I could smell sex in the room, our musk mixed with desire.

“As always, no coming until you’re allowed.” He looked at Jordan. “If you do, you’ll get a spanking too, and yours will be a punishment.”

“I won’t, Daddy,” Jordan replied, but I could hear the quaver in his voice.


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