Page 136 of Indecent Obsession
Drew smiles. “I’m glad I came for you this morning.”
I arch my eyebrow at the double entendre.
“I’ll get her cleaned up.” Wyatt pulls his fingers out of my mouth and tosses the plug into the sink. After he stands, he holds his hand down to me. When I take it, he helps me up.
“It’ll go faster if I help.” Drew gives Wyatt the chance to say no.
Wyatt searches my eyes and sighs. “You’re right.”
“I knew we’d be friends.” Drew kneels and unclasps the spreader bar from my ankles.
“Not friends.” Wyatt turns to wet another washcloth.
Drew smirks up at me as he reaches for the cuffs. He winks. “Fuck buddies, then.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Wyatt turns off the water and grabs my chin gently as he washes my face. “You know what that means, you asshole.”
“He’s not wrong.” My gaze snags on Finn in the doorway. He’s changed his pants, but his shirt is the same. He’s working on tying his tie while watching the others. “We’re all fucking the same girl.”
My toes curl thinking of how they all just fucked me.
Drew kisses my hip bone before standing and leaning against the wall. “Fuck buddies it is.”
I shake my head at these two because they’re just doing it to fuck with Wyatt.
Wyatt growls as he cups my pussy with the washcloth and cleans me again, before turning me to face the mirror and cleaning my ass.
Drew and Finn smirk.
“I like having fuck buddies.” I barely hold in my chuckle.
Wyatt closes in on my back and washes his hands around me. “I still have time to fuck this ass, trouble,” he murmurs for my ears only.
“Oh, no, sir.” I cup my hands to the sides of my face and press my ass back against his pants. “Not an ass fucking.”
His dark eyes meet mine in the mirror, but he can’t hide his amusement.
“If you want to truly train your brat, you’re going to have to come up with worse punishments, my fuck buddy.” Finn clasps Wyatt’s shoulder.
I smile smugly. He’s not wrong. All Wyatt’s teaching me is misbehaving gets me fucked and so many orgasms I ache from them.
“Everyone out. I can get Sara dressed on my own.” Wyatt points to the door.
I don’t stop pressing my ass against him. He steps back and smacks my ass seven times, alternating cheeks.
My mouth is open when he stops and my ass burns.
“Behave, trouble.”
My lips snap shut. He opens a drawer and pulls out a box, setting it in front of me.
“I asked Dante to make sure you had hair stuff in all of our bathrooms.” Wyatt’s gruff again. He flips open the lid and there’s a brush, comb, and various things to put my hair up.
Then he pulls open the drawer on the other side and squirts lotion into his hands. “This will help with the sting.”
He rubs my ass cheeks with the lotion. I should really be done being horny, but fuck, his hands on me, those bites of pain and the pleasure stirring. I could go for another round or five.
“Don’t tempt me, trouble.” He slides his hand over my hip and I lift my gaze to his in the mirror. “We need to get to work. I can’t just fuck you all day.”
