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Fuck, this was starting to remind me of high school, where every authority figure was unfair and still expected you to treat them like royalty.

“I’ll talk to him. Choose a safeword, and we’ll talk about it later.”

The bastard patted the flaming hot skin of my ass before brushing the dress shirt down.

“What happened to your underwear?”

“Saint John stuffed my mouth with them.” I added indignantly, “Sir.”

His lips twitched, and he narrowed his gaze as though appreciating the mental image.

“I hate him.”

“You barely even know him.” He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Give him some time. In a few days you’ll hate him more.”

Fucking great.

Chapter 8

By the time we returned to the house, it had to be one or two in the morning.

The guys kicked off their shoes at the door and shed clothes the deeper we went into the house until all three of them were naked and apparently heading for showers.

Saint John gave me a hard look, deterring my perusal of their physiques. The man obviously worked on himself, the same as the other two. Rushton had a tattoo of a skeletal animal on his chest, and another one down his side and leg. I’d been too busy getting fucked to notice them the last time I saw him partially naked.

“Wash our uniforms, girl,” Saint John called over his shoulder to me. “While that’s running, do the dishes. We didn’t have time after lunch.”

Rush stayed back and flipped through channels while I started.

Despite the nap I’d taken during the evening, I was still exhausted. Even so, I didn’t complain.

I found the laundry room, which was conveniently behind a door in the kitchen, collected their uniforms and put them in the washer. I folded Lucky’s dress clothes, not sure if they were dry-clean-only. Next, I started on dishes. As I scrubbed, Rush left as Lucky came in, wet from the shower, wearing only a towel. He flashed me a sexy smile as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” He kissed my cheek.

“I’ve had better, but I’ve also had worse.”

“Sorry I didn’t have time to check in on you like I thought I would.” He chuckled. “I hear you got punished for being a naughty girl.”

“I did what I thought was right at the time. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

“Good. That was what the punishment was for.” He winked at me and walked away, but was back a few moments later. He had a bottle of lotion with him.

“What’s that?”

“Cream to help your ass heal faster. You keep washing, and I’ll check out the damage.”

Despite hours having passed since Saint John’s punishment, it still ached.

“Wow. Poor baby,” Lucky murmured after easing up the shirt.

I’d managed to pull the panties back on before we left the restaurant, but the lace was scraping my abused skin. He eased them down until they were stretched across my thighs, leaving my ass bare to the room. I felt something warm, and at first, I thought it was his fingers, but then I realized it was far too soft for that. He brushed kisses over the angry areas.

“What are you doing?” I asked, dismayed.

“Kissing it better.” It felt good, but too good. My body had been on high alert all day and this wasn’t helping. Especially not since I knew he didn’t plan on doing anything about it.

“Did you learn anything about pleasing Saint?”

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