Page 26 of Treasured By Them
Finally, the spankings stop. I’m breathing hard, and so are they.
“Checking in, angel.” Edmund’s voice is soft. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. I’m good, Daddy.” Good and aroused, anyway. I press my thighs together, squeezing for friction.
Troy strokes my burning backside. “Are you turned on?”
I press my lips together and nod.
“I couldn’t hear you.” Troy squeezes my ass cheek.
I whimper. “Yes, Daddy, I’m turned on.”
“Let me touch you, princess, and see just how aroused you are.” Edmund lets go of my ankles from where he’d been restraining me. He trails one hand up the inside of my leg, his warm fingers firm as they stroke over my skin. When he reaches my pussy, he hums in satisfaction. “Nice and wet. Practically dripping over my fingers, you dirty little angel. Who knew you’d like your punishment so much?”
Me. I knew.
“Well, nothing to do except fuck her, I suppose.” Edmund sounds dismissive, almost as if he thinks they’ll be doing me a favor.
I guess he isn’t wrong. It would be a great favor. “Yes...fuck me.”
“She’ll have to ask really, really sweetly if she wants to get fucked.” Troy sounds like he’s smiling.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Oh, that’s music to your daddies’ ears.” Edmund plunges his fingers into me, fucking me with them.
The moan that leaves my throat is entirely involuntary and they both chuckle. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so turned on. I can’t help myself, though—I rock my hips back as much as I can, trying to meet the thrusts of Edmund’s sinful fingers.
“Before the fucking, though, we should talk.” Edmund withdraws his hand from my pussy.
“Noooo.” I try to reach back for him, but his hand is gone. I lift up to look over my shoulder and see his fingers in his mouth.
He winks. “Yum. Now, about that conversation.”
I struggle in Troy’s lap until he lets me up. Once I’m sitting next to him, I kick off my shorts and panties—my ass hurts too much to put them on. Even the soft duvet hurts. “I won’t quit my job. There is no immediate threat to me.”
“Fine.” Troy grabs my chin and turns my head so I’m looking at him. “But you’ll allow Caleb to guard you. No more trying to ditch him or close doors in his face.”
“I just don’t see why?—”
“Trust us.” Edmund’s green eyes stare into mine. “That last body left by the serial killer? That was right outside Fox and Finch. One of my family’s restaurants.”
Of course I’ve heard of the recent murder. I can’t be friends with Elias and not know about every murder that occurs within a six-hundred-mile radius.
“It sounds like you need a bodyguard.” I pout.
“I have one,” Edmund says sharply.
When I look at them in question, Troy adds, “Me.”
Oh, right. I nod at Troy. “Then who’s your bodyguard?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t sass us, little girl. If you want to keep your job, you’ll let Caleb do his.”
“Fine.” My ass stings. I don’t want to antagonize them anymore. I just want to get fucked, and it’s true that the recent murders have me uneasy. What if it is the same person who killed Britney Gardner? What if they realize I’m a potential witness? “I’ll let Caleb do his job, I promise.”
“Good, because your bachelorette is this Saturday, isn’t it?” Edmund asks. “Are you going to behave or do we have to close down the club so it’s just you and your friends in there?”
