Page 12 of The Perfect Escape

“Well, you’d better be good at this,” I snapped. “Not just anyone knows how to give a good spanking.”

“Oh, it’ll be good.”

His rough palm sent another shiver through me. He rubbed circles on each cheek, giving each a small slap, building up the momentum and the intensity.

The first true spank took me off guard. I yelped, the pain snapping through me and awakening a deep lust that I’d been chasing all week. This was the kind of submission I’d been craving on this vacation. The kind of fucking I’d needed.

My eyes fluttered, a sharp breath dragged between my parted lips. Hawk spanked me again, the heavy thud rocking my entire body. I felt it reverberate all the way to my bones, my pussy responding with a pulse.

Fuck.

I needed more.

I met Ashton’s gaze. His haughty smirk. It was enough to awaken my anger again, but then Hawk spanked me athird-fourth-fifthtime. All my thoughts crumbled. All my resistance evaporated.

“Fuck,” I gasped, pushing my ass back to meet the next strike.

And of course, he withheld it. “Look at this eager little cunt,” Hawk purred. “Did you see that, Ash?”

“I sure as fuck did,” he said. “You should see her face. The way her eyes cross every time you spank her. She’s pathetic and needy, isn’t she?”

His thick fingers dragged over the seam of my pussy, coated with my essence. He slid two inside of me and I cried out, arching as I squeezed around him.

“Fucking christ,” he rasped.

He pulled his fingers out and then moved them to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth.

“Clean that mess up. Now.”

I sucked them dutifully. The taste of myself was sweet in my mouth, my muscles shaking as his other hand smacked my ass. I kept sucking as he spanked me over and over, the constant battering pain building.

I whimpered and realized…

“She’s fucking drooling,” Ash said, launching himself off the bed as spit rolled down my chin.

It was so embarrassing, but he was right. I was drooling.

Hawk let out a low moan. I heard the zip of his jeans. The sliding of fabric to the floor.

Then I felt the head of his cock.

In the same moment he positioned himself behind me, Ashton positioned himself in front of me. He cradled my chin, tipping it up.

“You’re going to be a good little toy for us, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “Aren’t you? Your pussy is gonna worship his cock while your mouth worships mine.”

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir. Sirs.”

“Good girl,” Hawk praised.

Ash scoffed. “She’s not being good. She hasn’t earned a single shred of praise yet. Save it for when she’s actually doing what she’s supposed to.”

“Fine.” Hawk sighed. “She’s so wet though…”

“And?”

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