Sweet Little Spies (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #3) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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“Now if she jumps and tries to move away from the spanking, my control of her pussy and the restraints will keep her in place,” Tristan explained. “Master Aidan, our submissive is ready.”

She was so ready.

Aidan’s right hand swirled over her butt cheeks in a looping figure eight pattern.

She knew what was coming, knew what it meant when his hand lifted away from her skin. Yet the first spank took her by surprise.

Pain. Hard and real and hitting her like a shock to her system.

Carys gasped in both shock as a bright spot blossomed on her left ass cheek. The surface sting was there and gone, but a faint heat remained.

Tristan’s fingers stroked gently, a stunning contrast to the pain. “Don’t forget your count, love.”

“One, Sir.”

The second blow was just as hard, but on the other cheek.

This wasn’t a slap and tickle. Wasn’t the lackluster spankings vanilla people liked to play around with. This was pain and domination. This was being helpless and yet so safe.

By the fifteenth spank her entire ass felt warm, from the top of her cheeks all the way to her thighs. Most of the blows had gone to the sensitive spot where ass met thigh, and she was already feeling tender.

“Spread your legs,” Aidan commanded.

Carys obeyed.

Slap. The top of her left cheek.

“Sixteen, Master.”

Another smack.

“Seventeen, Master.”

“Louder.” Aidan punctuated the command with a blow that spanned both thighs, sending Tristan’s fingers even deeper into her.

Carys let out a loud, long moan of pain and pleasure.

Aidan didn’t stop.

Her skin felt hot and tender, almost like it was sunburned. Now the surface sting, which had faded quickly at the start of the spanking, lingered. It was a sharper sensation than the deep heat slowly building.

By thirty she was twitching, jerking with each blow. But Tristan’s hand cupped and controlled her pussy, keeping her right where he wanted her.

At forty, she started to cry. Not tears of pain.

Tears of release.

She was in a place she’d never been before, all her boundaries blown away in the face of the way these men worshipped her. She’d never felt as connected to them as she did tonight, and she believed them. They hadn’t meant to marginalize her. She hadn’t communicated. She’d let her fear and insecurity rule her.

Carys dropped her head, watching teardrops hit the matte black stage under her feet. Every single one felt like an offering, a way to honor the last years but to also let them go.

“You good, love?” Tristan asked softly.

She was beyond good. She was lighter than she’d been before, and yet more herself than she’d been in years. “Yes, Sir.”

He curled his fingers inside her, and pleasure threaded through the pain. “You’re done counting. All you need to do is submit to your punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She’d thought maybe he’d make the final twenty-five either fast, light, or both.

Instead, the next spank was the hardest one so far. Carys screamed, pushing up onto her toes.

“Back in your position,” Tristan barked.

If he’d been soft or gentle she might have wavered, but those words were an order from her Master. An order she not only wanted, but needed to obey.

She complied, and he rewarded her by rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand.

“Tell him how he’s making you feel,” Tristan whispered. “He’s doing so well, but he worries.”

Aidan. Her beautiful boy, her loving man. “It’s perfect, Master Aidan. It’s everything I need. I can already… It’s easier to breathe now.”

“For me, too, baby.” She could hear the relief in Aidan’s tone. “But don’t think I’m done.”

Tristan kept up the clit stimulation with one hand as Aidan rained hard, sharp spanks over her burning ass. The pain and pleasure were no longer two sides of the same coin. There wasn’t much separation between them.

There was only sensation. Sensation and release.

Carys was alternately screaming and moaning, and even she wasn’t sure if the sounds were more pain or pleasure.

“Two more, and I’m not going to go easy on you baby.”

Carys sniffled, the tears that streamed from her eyes also making her nose water. “I don’t want easy.”

“No,” Aidan agreed, one finger slipping between her ass cheeks to gently stroke her there.

She pushed back, seeking the double penetration. It had been too, too long since she’d had them both, her body connecting all three of them. She’d almost stopped dreaming about it. Almost.

Instead, he spanked her left cheek, the sound cracking through the club. He’d hit her right where she felt the most tender, the most heat.

Carys yelled out, and waves of sensation rolled from her prickling scalp down to her toes and back.

Then he spanked her right ass cheek. She didn’t have air to scream, but her body arched, a movement so intense Tristan’s fingers almost slipped out of her sopping wet pussy.

“Punishment over,” Tristan declared. “Do you want our cocks?”


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