Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Lord it was a tight fit. She wasn’t going to lie. When it was fully seated inside her, she took a moment to adjust, breathing heavily.
Jameson ran his hand up and down her back, talking to her quietly. Giving her soft words of praise that she lapped up. Then she heard the sound of running water so she knew Jack was washing his hands.
“What’s going on in here?” Ian asked.
She sighed. Great. Now everyone could see her being punished.
“Baby girl is warming Jameson’s cock because she’s been naughty and saying bad things about herself. I just plugged her. And according to Jameson, she’s owed a huge walloping.”
Monkeyballs.
“Negative things?” Ian asked. He walked over and crouched down next to Jameson, frowning at her. “That’s not good, Little girl.”
“I know, Daddy. I’ll try not to do it again.”
Ian kissed her temple before rising. “You need to drink some water. You look thirsty. And have a snack.”
Jack sat beside them. Leaning in, he kissed her lips. “You are so sexy and beautiful. Brave.”
“I’m not really,” she whispered back. “I’m still scared to go into the desert. Sometimes . . . sometimes I’m too scared to walk out of the house on my own.”
“Oh, precious girl,” Jameson said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“It’s only really come up a few times. One of you is normally always with me, and it’s not like I’m leaving the palace grounds or anything. But even just walking over to Uncle Willy’s alone . . . it’s . . . it is really hard.” She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I’m worried I’m going to start pulling my hair again. Sometimes I go to do it, and then I remember and stop myself.”
Jameson sat her up and grasped hold of her chin, staring down at her. “Good girl for telling us that. I know it was difficult.”
She nodded and felt tears run down her cheeks. Jameson wiped them away, his face filled with patience and love.
“Every time you feel scared or anxious, or if you think you’re going to pull your hair, you’re to call one of us. Understand?”
“You are not alone now,” Jack reminded her.
“We’re all here to take care of you,” Ian said. “And what’s more, we want to. You take that away from us when you hold things back.”
“I’m sorry,” she said to them. “You’re right.”
Jameson pushed them back from the table so that they could all surround her, whispering words of praise and love. Until Ian’s phone rang.
He looked down at it, frowning. Then he sent Jameson and Jack a look before walking from the room.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. We’ll wait for Ian to tell us,” Jameson told her firmly. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” He slid her off his dick, then lifted her so she was sitting on the table.
She groaned. “But, Sir, don’t I get to come?”
“No,” he said sternly. “You come only when I give you permission. Jack, could you get a cloth for our girl?”
Why would she need that?
Jameson tucked his dick back into his trousers. She frowned, missing it already.
She felt empty.
“Don’t you want me to take care of that for you, Sir?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
Drat. If she’d gotten her mouth around him, maybe he’d feel obliged to repay the favor.
Jack returned with a wet cloth.
“Lie back,” Jameson ordered. “Feet up on the table, legs spread.”
Oh, crap.
That’s why he wanted a cloth.
Knowing that arguing would only make it worse, she lay back. Jack moved around beside Jameson to watch as he cleaned her pussy and the tops of her thighs.
So embarrassing.
She whimpered as he brushed the fabric over her clit. It was too much. She was too sensitive.
“Please, I can’t take it.”
“Shh, precious girl,” Jameson crooned. “You’re all right.”
She really wasn’t though.
Was it possible to die from orgasm denial?
Jameson placed the cloth over her pussy and applied pressure by putting his palm over the cloth.
It did help.
Then Ian returned to the room. “We need to talk.”
66
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked.
Ian fucking hated seeing his girl upset. It felt like it was burning a hole inside him, this need demanding that he fix everything so she only ever smiled.
He paced back and forth in the living room.
Jameson had picked Maggie up and carried her in here, not bothering to remove the plug.
Now she was sitting between Jack and Jameson on the sofa, watching Ian pace.
How the hell did he tell her this? He didn’t want to upset her more.
He tugged at his hair.
“Hey, if I’m not allowed to pull my hair out, then neither are you,” she joked.
He stopped and closed his eyes. Here she was, terrified out of her mind and she was still making jokes. He let out a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he walked over and sat on the coffee table.