Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I smirk as Paris blushes at my praise.
“Then we have Eros.” I stand behind him on the couch with my hands on his shoulders. “He is the dirtiest, kinkiest motherfucker you have ever met. He will find new ways to make you come that are so satisfying you don’t even care that afterward you are going to wonder if you need therapy. Rumor has it, that he’s not just pierced on his face.” I give a wink.
“Damn straight,” Eros says before taking a drink of his beer.
And just because I can, I add, “And he is on a personal mission to prove every woman can squirt. So you know it’s going to be good.”
Paris starts laughing as Eros chokes on his beer.
“So, yeah, as far as men go, I get the appeal for these three. But Perseus looks like he is a two-pump chump that thinks the female orgasm is a myth. And judging by how quickly his little escapades against my bedroom wall are over, I hope you are a talented actress. Because trust me, Barbie, you will be faking it tonight.”
With that, I turn to leave. Eros and Paris are visibly trying hard not to laugh. Heph has his normal menacing stare, and without even looking, I know Perseus is staring daggers into my back as I calmly walk out of the room and head to my bedroom.
Just as I drop my purse and look over my collection of bath bombs, trying to pick out one for tonight, my phone pings.
Eros: You are a very bad girl.
I smirk as I type out my response.
Me: Are you going to punish me, Daddy?
Eros: I would take you over my knee right now if I wasn’t sure you would like it.
Me: I know I’d like it.
Eros: Yes, you would.
Me: But was I wrong?
Eros: About me, nope. About the others? I think you nailed Paris. But Heph I don’t know. And Perseus, I don’t think so, but that wasn’t what you were trying to do. Was it, bad girl?
Me: I don’t know what you are talking about.
Eros: Yes, you do, but that’s okay. He had it coming, and to be honest, it’s kind of hot watching you stand up to him.
Me: Really?
Eros: Yeah, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were an incredibly bad girl. Do you know how I punish bad girls?
Me: Tell me.
Eros: I punish them by making them beg for forgiveness. I make them crawl on their knees and beg me to take them back. And when they finally realize that they are mine, I make them scream my name until they can’t think of anything else.
My breath hitches as I imagine what it would be like to have him punish me.
Eros: Do you want that, little one? Do you want to be punished?
The thought of him punishing me sends shivers down my spine. I bite my lip, trying to control the urge to beg him for it. But the truth is, I want it desperately. I want to feel his hands on me, his breath on my skin, and his power over me.
Me: Yes, Daddy. I want to be punished.
Eros: Good girl. Then get ready because you’re in for a wild ride. I’m coming to your room.
Me: I’m still not going to fuck you... Daddy.
I’m lying. I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’d fuck Eros. No doubt about it. But I think he likes the chase. And one thing about me... I know how to run.
He doesn’t even bother knocking at my door. “Strip,” he commands as he enters my room all the way.
I obey without hesitation, peeling off my clothes one by one until I’m standing before him, completely naked. His eyes roam over my body, and I feel a rush of heat spread through me.
“Beautiful, but I’m afraid you still have to be punished.”
I bite my lip, trying to hide my excitement, but I know he can see right through me. His eyes glint with a dark desire. He reaches down to undo his belt, slowly pulling it free from the loops of his pants. He folds it in half, letting it snap against his palm.
“You asked for this, baby girl. If you are going to act like a brat to one of us, just know that Daddy’s coming at the end to make you pay for it.”
I can feel my arousal building, and I know that Eros can see it, too. He stalks around me, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room. The air moves as he swings the belt and strikes me across the ass.
I gasp. The pain is sharp, but it’s in a different universe compared to the pain of being punished when I was a child.
This is so different. So fucking different, and I love it.
My skin burns, and I close my eyes as I revel in the kinky passion flooding into my wet pussy.