Page 86 of Crushing Clover

“Saint,” I added hastily. My words had come out stuttered and jumbled, but at least he seemed satisfied.

“Your face is red,” he said, his voice neutral.

“Yes, Saint.” I knew that without looking in a mirror.

Tears had started trickling down my cheeks, and I was shaking with pent-up emotion.

“Nice. What did I miss?” The voice made both of us jump.

“Jesus, Rush. I didn’t hear you open the door.”

He closed the door behind him, taking a swig from what looked like a bottle of carbonated water. Fancy, consideringthe guys usually walked in here drinking from plastic deli containers.

“What did she do now?”

“What do you think? It doesn’t matter how often we punish her, she’s mouthy.”

“Can I see?”

Saint pulled me down across his lap again, and I made a sound of protest but didn’t fight him. All the fight had drained out of me. He swept up the back of my skirt and yanked my panties down to my knees. I buried my face in the couch, wishing I could disappear.

“How rude did she get?”

“I have less tolerance for her sass than you do.”

“You’re going to break her if you’re not careful.”

“She needs a firm hand. You’re too permissive.” I could feel the two of them looking at each other.

I wanted Rush to pull me away and save me from the rest of the lecture I was probably in for, but he only got closer. He traced what felt like a handprint on my backside, and I could feel every part of me laser-focused on his finger, anticipating what he might do. Did I have hand-shaped welts? He dragged my underwear all the way off.

“What are you doing with those?” Saint asked.

He wadded up the panties, and I knew exactly what he planned to do. So much for Rush being my savior. I tried to clamp my mouth shut but he pried my teeth apart and shoved the underwear into my mouth.

What was it with these guys anyway?

The cotton felt smooth when I was wearing them, but against my tongue it was a different story.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t keep treating her like this and never show her kindness.”

“Stuffing her panties in her mouth is kindness? You’re getting more twisted as you get older.”

“You’re not wrong, but the gag is a reminder for her to stay quiet. Hang onto her.”

Saint wrapped his arm around my waist, pinning me to his legs. Rush spread my thighs. Was he seriously going to fuck me while I was lying on Saint’s lap? It seemed weird, even for them. He spread my pussy lips apart and murmured in approval.

“Our girl enjoyed being spanked.”

I made a sound of denial. I didn’t enjoy it! If I was wet, it was because I was still dripping from the last time one of them used me.

“Who fucked her last?” Saint asked.

“No idea. I assumed it was you, last night. I heard her bitching about it under her breath this morning.”

“It wasn’t me last night. Lucky?”

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