Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Angela Wray Page A

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    “Yes, I told them I would consider the trip, but, no, I didn’t commit to it. I was using it as an excuse,” she admitted in a tremulous voice.
    “Why?” Ty asked in his own hard Dom voice.
    “I—ah—I…” She couldn’t answer him. She knew she was going to run and was embarrassed, but who wanted to admit that they were a coward? She didn’t. Maybe they would take her stumbling answer instead of making her tell them of her fears.
    “Why?” Ty demanded again.
    She stayed stubbornly silent, hoping he would let it go and not make her justify the lie or explain the cowardice of her actions. Ashton followed Nate’s progress towards her the couple steps, and her stomach clenched with excitement and a tiny amount of fear of what was to come. Ashton was embarrassed to admit part of her was eager to add another layer of pleasure. Even the pain was something she was enthusiastic about trying. His grip on her body said she better be ready because she was about to get firsthand knowledge of all she ever secretly fanaticized about.

Chapter Six
     
    Deciding discipline was needed, Nate stood her up, removed her robe, and had her turn and lie over his lap facedown. Ty moved to kneel in front of Nate so they could both administer her punishment, and all the while she squirmed and moved to get off his lap.
    When she started demanding they let her down, Ty spoke. “Ashton, are you really afraid? A Dom’s job is to train his sub and see to her or his best interests. Running away so your Dom can’t take care of you is not in your best interest. A good Dom would paddle your ass until you couldn’t sit for a week, however, you will have this one respite. You will just receive five swats from both Nate and I. After each spank, you will thank us, do you understand?” Ty demanded. Her willingness to be instructed was acknowledged by a mumbled, “Yes.”
    Nate placed a large hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, and Ty started the punishment. Rubbing and massaging the pretty globes, he warmed them before the first well-placed blow to the bottom side of the right cheek. At her indrawn breath, he sighed at the beautiful pink glow emerging from the soft tissue.
    “What do you say?” Ty asked.
    Nate heard her gasp at the sting, and a sigh worked from her throat at the bloom of burn. Clearly trying to concentrate on what Ty was asking she turned and Nate saw her meet Ty’s gaze with confusion.
    “You thank us for each spank,” he reminded gently. He was desperately trying to continue to remind himself that this was her first time being punished.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    Nate caught her off guard with the second hit. Hearing her gasp, he corrected her first mistake. “‘Thank you, Sir,’ is how you address us.”
    Gulping, she managed to do as he asked. “Thank you, Sir.”
    By the time he and Ty had one hit left, she appeared to be a squirming mass of need and confused pleasure. Her sweet cries and moans had nearly been his undoing. Nate was so thankful this pleasure was one they would continue to enjoy. They’d always loved to spank a submissive, and he’d been so anxious that her inexperience wouldn’t allow her to be able to enjoy what a well-placed spanking could offer a sub. She took it like no other before her. He was so proud of her. The way her pink bottom raised to meet their palms was a true joy as a master to witness. They were so careful not to hit the same spot more than once. The spanking was a lesson in pure pleasure for all three.
    “Thank you, Sir,” she said after Ty delivered his last tap.
    Nate finished with a strong wallop that had her crying out, a plea for release. Nate turned her so she straddled his lap with her back to him.
    Ty placed Ashton’s thighs over Nate’s spread legs and opened her pink, wet pussy to him, looking at the delicate flesh. Nate could see her folds wantonly open, and her lips were as pink and wet as the ones above her waist. Leaning in, Ty ran