Page 35 of Embracing the Consequences

He laughed darkly. “Such a dirty little slut. She went and got herself knocked up.”

Kara gasped and her eyes flew to his.

“Eyes down, slut,” he ground out and roughly let go of her face.

She lowered her eyes and head at the same time, submitting to him.

“What are your safe words, slut?” Devil asked roughly.

“Green for good, yellow to slow down, and red to stop,” she answered immediately.

“And you are?” he prompted.

“Green, sir, so green,” she answered.

“Go upstairs and strip. I want you on your knees, your face down on the bed, your ass in the air. You will take your punishment without complaint.”

“Yes, sir.” Kara nodded and slowly rose to her feet.

She left the kitchen and headed upstairs. She could feel her arousal dripping already; her panties were soaked. She loved when her guys took control; she loved it even more when they got to play.

She stripped out of her work clothes and tossed them on the chair in the corner—she’d sort out her dry-clean only stuff later. She got in position at the foot of the bed. Up on her knees, she went down into child’s pose and let the tension release from her body.

Each vertebra in her back aligned as she arched, then relaxed. She let out a soft breath and melted into the mattress. She wasn’t sure how long she waited; she let herself drift into a meditative state, but she was nice and relaxed by the time she heard a soft creaking as the door was pushed open.

Her heart skipped in her chest at the promise of what was to come, and she had to force herself to remain calm and not move before her guys told her she could.

“Look at that, boys,” Derrick crooned. “Such a wanton slut; that cunt is just dripping for a cock.”

She heard them shuffle into the room behind her. A hand slid across her back and down her ass before it pulled away. There was a loud clap before the sharp stinging radiated from the slap to her ass. She breathed through her nose, proud of herself for not flinching.

“Too bad she only listens when she’s about to get her cunt used,” Kevin chided.

Butterflies fluttered in Kara’s belly as she listened to the warning in Kevin’s tone: they were about to play rough, and she was in for a long night.

“Time we remind her of her place, boys,” Johnny said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Just keep breathing.Kara forced herself to remain unflinching. With her forehead pressed against the mattress, she couldn’t see anything. She could only guess as to what her boys were doing behind her.

She heard drawers slide; someone was digging through the nightstand next to the bed; her third guy was in the walk-in closet pulling out a tote. Shivers raced down her spine again—she knew what they kept in each of those places.

The bed dipped as someone knelt next to her. Fingers laced through her hair, fisted around her curly locks, and forcefully pulled her head up. She got a glimpse of Kevin before a softblindfold was pulled over her eyes. Once it was settled in place, he let go of her hair roughly, and she fell back down onto the mattress. She caught herself with her hands and made the move more graceful as she slid back down into child’s pose.

Someone gathered her thick curls—pulling them from around her face and over the strap of the blindfold—wrapping a hair tie around the mass of hair and tying it up in a ponytail.

A hand slid across her ass again, and she braced herself for another spank. When it didn’t come, she couldn’t relax. She knew they were up to something—this would be punishment, she knew. They didn’t like her working so late anymore, not since she got pregnant.

“Up,” Johnny ordered, his hand fisting into her ponytail to haul her upright on her knees. He stood behind her as she knelt at the edge of the bed. He roughly let go of her hair, and she swayed, trying to stay upright.

“Arms straight out in front of you,” Derrick commanded from behind her.

Kara held her arms straight out from her body, moving her wrists together without needing to be told.

Derrick chuckled darkly. “You think if you’re extra obedient right now we’ll go easy on your punishment?”

Kara’s spine stiffened as she froze in place. “No, I—” The spank to her ass effectively cut her off.

“You don’t speak, slut,” Derrick growled in her ear, his beard brushing over her smooth skin.Devil. She was no longer dealing with Derrick; Devil had taken the reins.

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