Loban stated emphatically. When he reached out and touched her arm, Megan jerked it away and scrambled to her feet.
“This is a perfect example of how much we have to work through,” she snapped.
“Since we can’t attend to everything in one afternoon, let’s handle the most immediate issue now,” Loban suggested.
“Oh, okay, how long do we have before you hold court? Might you be able to spare a few moments to clue me into the nuances of how you expect me to behave? I’d also appreciate some insight into how I should dress, if it’s not too much trouble.” She was so frustrated, she began to tremble.
“Stop it. Now you’re being deliberately difficult, and more than a bit insulting; two behaviors we’re not going to allow.” Rork’s expression turned as dark as a storm cloud.
“Allow? Allow! You’re not in charge of me! Go to hell, all of you!” she shrieked before stomping away.
Needing to do something to convey her upset further, she stopped, turned and heaved her almost full juice container at them. It landed in the sand many feet from her desired targets, but Megan took great pleasure in the shock on each of their faces.
Garfor got to her so quickly Megan had no time to react. He ripped the towel from her body, wrapped his arms around her thighs and hoisted her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down,” she yelled, pounding her fists on his back.
His open palm landed hard on her naked butt. “Act the petulant brat and you leave us no choice but to discipline you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Megan’s head snapped up as her traitorous pussy warmed. The middle of a hissy fit was so not the time to be horny, but obviously her libido had other ideas.
“Rork expressed his desire to spank your glorious ass from the very beginning. I’m looking forward to watching him do it.” Garfor gave a quick rub then swatted again.
Her nipples pebbled and her vaginal muscles clenched. Megan had learned a hell of a lot about her sexuality in the last four days. Having three dominant lovers was incredible, and she got off on taking the submissive role in the bedroom. She loved it when one or two of the guys watched while she made love with the other. Megan imagined Rork mastering her in this new way as Garfor and Loban looked on. Her pulse pounded in her ears.
Loban cupped her chin and looked at her while keeping pace with Garfor. “A little pain with your pleasure excites you a great deal, doesn’t it, swaya?”
“Not in the least,” she lied. “And I’m sure as hell not going succumb to a spanking without putting up a fight.” She attempted to kick her legs and squirm.
“We wouldn’t want it any other way,” he said with a leer and a wink.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m in the mood for a blow job. Rork and Garfor can do the fucking this morning. Your ass is about to be well used.”
Megan moaned.
“Don’t make her come before we get inside,” Rork commented as he walked on ahead.
She wasn’t surprised when Garfor headed into the living room instead of taking her upstairs. They had made love throughout the house, but this room, with its oversized furniture and plush, comfy rugs, was one of their favorites. He turned around so she faced the largest of the couches. Rork sat close to the front edge of the cushion. His cock was rock-hard and rested against his abdomen.
He patted his thigh. “Give her to me.”
Garfor swung her off his shoulder and placed her tummy down onto Rork’s lap without allowing her feet to touch the floor. Now she understood why Rork was perched in the manner he was. Her arms and legs dangled instead of resting on the couch. She tried to sit up. He laid one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on her lower back.
“You can do better than that,” he goaded.
His sultry tone, his warm touch, and the way his legs were positioned so that her pussy and tits pressed against his thighs, were a hell of a combination. Lust pulsed
“This is a perfect example of how much we have to work through,” she snapped.
“Since we can’t attend to everything in one afternoon, let’s handle the most immediate issue now,” Loban suggested.
“Oh, okay, how long do we have before you hold court? Might you be able to spare a few moments to clue me into the nuances of how you expect me to behave? I’d also appreciate some insight into how I should dress, if it’s not too much trouble.” She was so frustrated, she began to tremble.
“Stop it. Now you’re being deliberately difficult, and more than a bit insulting; two behaviors we’re not going to allow.” Rork’s expression turned as dark as a storm cloud.
“Allow? Allow! You’re not in charge of me! Go to hell, all of you!” she shrieked before stomping away.
Needing to do something to convey her upset further, she stopped, turned and heaved her almost full juice container at them. It landed in the sand many feet from her desired targets, but Megan took great pleasure in the shock on each of their faces.
Garfor got to her so quickly Megan had no time to react. He ripped the towel from her body, wrapped his arms around her thighs and hoisted her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down,” she yelled, pounding her fists on his back.
His open palm landed hard on her naked butt. “Act the petulant brat and you leave us no choice but to discipline you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Megan’s head snapped up as her traitorous pussy warmed. The middle of a hissy fit was so not the time to be horny, but obviously her libido had other ideas.
“Rork expressed his desire to spank your glorious ass from the very beginning. I’m looking forward to watching him do it.” Garfor gave a quick rub then swatted again.
Her nipples pebbled and her vaginal muscles clenched. Megan had learned a hell of a lot about her sexuality in the last four days. Having three dominant lovers was incredible, and she got off on taking the submissive role in the bedroom. She loved it when one or two of the guys watched while she made love with the other. Megan imagined Rork mastering her in this new way as Garfor and Loban looked on. Her pulse pounded in her ears.
Loban cupped her chin and looked at her while keeping pace with Garfor. “A little pain with your pleasure excites you a great deal, doesn’t it, swaya?”
“Not in the least,” she lied. “And I’m sure as hell not going succumb to a spanking without putting up a fight.” She attempted to kick her legs and squirm.
“We wouldn’t want it any other way,” he said with a leer and a wink.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m in the mood for a blow job. Rork and Garfor can do the fucking this morning. Your ass is about to be well used.”
Megan moaned.
“Don’t make her come before we get inside,” Rork commented as he walked on ahead.
She wasn’t surprised when Garfor headed into the living room instead of taking her upstairs. They had made love throughout the house, but this room, with its oversized furniture and plush, comfy rugs, was one of their favorites. He turned around so she faced the largest of the couches. Rork sat close to the front edge of the cushion. His cock was rock-hard and rested against his abdomen.
He patted his thigh. “Give her to me.”
Garfor swung her off his shoulder and placed her tummy down onto Rork’s lap without allowing her feet to touch the floor. Now she understood why Rork was perched in the manner he was. Her arms and legs dangled instead of resting on the couch. She tried to sit up. He laid one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on her lower back.
“You can do better than that,” he goaded.
His sultry tone, his warm touch, and the way his legs were positioned so that her pussy and tits pressed against his thighs, were a hell of a combination. Lust pulsed
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