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“Don’t beat yourself up for not figuring it out. Father’s a good actor,” Finn explained, popping his lollipop back into his mouth.

“You’re taking your break early, so I’m going to use that time to punish you before you go back to work.”

I swallowed, unsure what he meant by ‘punishment.’ Knox had talked about it the other night, but I wasn’t sure how or what.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Knox set his glass down on the end table. “Before I tell you what I need you to do, remember our agreement. If it’s not an absolute green light from you, you need to tell me. No shame. Finn and I find your consent much more alluring.”

“What would you have me do?”

Knox’s dark eyes gleamed. “Pull down your pants and underwear, lie facedown on my lap, and prepare for your spanking.”

My face burned, but I also reacted to his words, my cock threatening to get hard. His request reminded me of how little I understood about the sexual world—how vanilla I was. It was kind of embarrassing, being twenty-six years old. I shouldn’t have been this naïve.

“Do you consent?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Be aware, along with your punishment, there will be no relief for your arousal, but if you’re good for the rest of the night, I will personally make you come. But don’t worry, Finn and I will suffer, too. There is no sex without you. When you go back to work, so do I.”

I didn’t know why that warmed me, knowing they wanted me included at all times. It made me feel wanted and appreciated.

“Yes, sir.”

I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks I had to wear for work, always having to look nice. Then I slid my underwear down before draping my body over Knox’s muscular thighs as my face incinerated, yet my body reacted to anticipated pleasure.

Finn’s fingers tugged on my pants and underwear, pulling them down further before rubbing his hands over the globes. “Such a pretty ass,” he said.

“It’s beautiful,” Knox agreed. “I can’t wait to mark it.”

My stomach clenched with nerves, yet I was getting turned on, especially with all the touching, and strangely, by still being half-dressed.

“Finn, please stand in front of Ryder and hold his arms against his back.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I-is this going to hurt?”

“It’s going to sting, yes. There’s no point in being delicate. How are you going to learn that way?”

Knox gently ran his hand over my ass and Finn held my arms firmly against me, with my head caught between his thighs, squeezing it in place so I couldn’t move.

“Do I have a green light, Ryder?”

I groaned, debating whether I wanted this. “Ugh… green… sir.” In the end, I wanted it all. I had agreed to do this with them, and that meant exploring everything.

The smack sounded before I even felt it, then came the sting. Knox was not gentle at all. It hurt.A lot. He gave me a few more smacks on each side, my skin starting to burn, but then he’d stop for a moment and run his fingers along my crease, grazing my hole. I melted then and moaned. I soon understood it was about pleasureandpain. That pain could be pleasurable.

The smack cracked again in the office, making my cock harder and harder. I squirmed and tried to fight, but it was only half-hearted. There was something hot about being so vulnerable and allowing Knox to do whatever he wanted to me. Letting go felt… good—freeing even.

The spanking stung. No doubt. So much so that it was going to be hard to sit tonight. The more he hit my ass, the worse the pain.

I had no idea how many times he spanked me, but it was a lot.

“He’s so hard for me, Precious.”

My cock was throbbing on Knox’s thigh.

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