Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“What is another time?” Roman asked, looking confused.
“Bunny is thinking of all the ways I could gag her.”
“With a . . . gag?” Roman asked.
“Yeah. A gag like my cock.”
Roman’s eyes widened. “Uh, right. Well . . . how would that work while writing lines, though?”
Was he seriously thinking about the logistics? Was that big brain of his picturing her sucking on Alexei’s dick while trying to write lines?
And now that was the image filling her brain. And she wasn’t certain that she could get rid of it.
“What if she sucked and rested the book against my stomach? Or thigh?” Alexei asked.
“Hmm. No, I think that would be awkward,” Roman said. “It might be better for you to sit on the table with your legs parted and for her to write on the paper resting on the desk between your legs. Provided she could see, that is. We might have to act that out.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary right now,” Salem said, breaking through Roman’s train of thought. “Right now, Tamsyn needs to write her lines and not interrupt us again unless it’s to say her safeword or that she needs a break.”
Right.
Okay.
How the heck was she meant to concentrate now? She turned back to her book. She still felt bad that the three of them were cleaning up her mess. But who was she to stop them?
They were grown men who could do what they wanted.
About halfway through the lines, she’d had enough. She hadn’t realized how annoying it would be to write the same thing a hundred times.
It was sooo boring.
She sighed and glanced around at the guys. They’d finished cleaning. Surely one of them would show her some sympathy and let her off.
Most likely that person would be Roman. But just as she laid her eyes on him, Alexei stepped into her line of sight. He pointed at the book in front of her, then leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear.
“Keep going,” he ordered. “You don’t want Salem to notice you stopping again. Or you’ll be sitting on a hot bottom and finishing the rest of those lines.”
She groaned quietly but got back to work before Salem reappeared.
As she worked, her brain churned over everything that had just happened.
Part of her couldn’t believe she’d agreed to a relationship with the three of them.
Was she crazy?
This would never work.
You weren’t supposed to get close to them, you idiot.
And now she didn’t know how to keep herself under control around them.
Three men.
It was nuts, but what was more insane was the level of trust she had in them. She was going to give them a big part of herself, and she didn’t know if she could even do that.
It was such a dumb idea. If he found out how she felt about them, then he’d make her use it against them.
So he couldn’t find out.
“Hey, you can stop now.”
She jumped at Roman’s words and looked up at him in surprise. “What?”
He nodded at the piece of paper in front of her. “You’ve gotten to a hundred and eight lines.”
Shoot. She had?
“You mean I wrote eight more lines than I needed to?” she cried. “That sucks.”
He picked up the piece of paper and ran his fingers over the lines.
“That’s something we’ll need to watch,” Salem said as he stepped closer, studying her. He grasped hold of her right hand and started to massage it.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“If you zone out like that during other punishments, you might not notice if you’re in pain or things are going too far. You might not say your safeword. That is something to be careful of.”
“It was only because doing the lines was so boring,” she said.
“They were meant to be boring,” he told her. “That’s part of the punishment.”
“Well, now I’m bored,” Alexei said. “Can we get back to the part where Bunny comes and sits on my lap? There’s a game on in an hour. I want her on my lap during it.”
“Oh, but we were going to start a new book,” Roman said.
“I’m going to make dinner,” Salem said. “I wanted her with me.”
Uh-oh.
She stared around the three of them.
Salem reached down and lifted her onto the desk. “I wonder if you might consider staying the weekend with us.”
16
Alexei didn’t get it.
Why ask her? Why not just tell her?
Salem could be as controlling as anyone he’d met. Yet, he only liked to take over once he got all of the consent stuff out of the way.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
What they didn’t know was that there was no way Alexei was allowing her to go home.
At least not alone.
Not that she’d necessarily know he was watching.
Sure, some people might call that stalking . . . he called it being protective.
He just couldn’t let her leave for the next two days and not see her . . .