Page 83 of Nest of Thieves
“I don’t care. Lie down.”
Again, no bark, but there’s an order all the same. I place the controller on the coffee table in front of us and get on my knees on the couch, shooting a look at Lark and Mac. They’re watching and not doing a damn thing to intervene.
Traitors.
I lie across Vette’s lap, resting my head on the arm of the couch. My fingers dig into the material next to my head, clenching in anticipation. A second passes. Then another. And another.
I wiggle a little and grumble, “Are you going to do it or—” His palm cracks across my right ass cheek. I moan a little but stifle it with a cough. Slowly, torturously, Vette runs his hand over my glute, soothing away the sting his hand left behind.
“Ten out of ten,” Mac whispers.
Lark chuckles under his breath.
My stomach tightens.
“Time to start again, mami,” Vette purrs.
Blowing out a harsh breath, I climb off his lap with as much dignity as I can. There’s nothing to do about the flush crawling up my skin. I grab the controller like I didn’t just enjoy being spanked by Vette and settle into my seat, starting the game over.
I die again.
twenty-two
JO
“On your left. Left. Jo! On your left!” The more Lark says left, the more stressed out I get.
“Which left?” I shout, frantically hitting all the buttons. My character spins and shoots all over. At the ground. In the air. At my own team members.
“There, there, there,” Mac points at the screen.
He and Lark set their controllers down to watch me get my ass handed to me. I lean forward, wincing a little. I’ve had exactly twelve solid smacks on my ass. Vette hasn’t gone easy on me, but he also isn’t trying to hurt me. Right now, I hurt so much because I’ve seriously sucked ass at this game.
“Shit.” I press a button and scream, knowing I’m about to be blown up. I threw a grenade. Again. The number of times I’ve killed myself because I don’t know what I’m doing is obnoxious and embarrassing.
“You’re done.” Mac says in the funny voice he’s started using every time I die.
“Shut up,” I grumble, dropping the controller on the table. I chew on my bottom lip and glance at Vette.
His eyes show no mercy. Lifting his finger, he quirks it at me in acome heregesture. With a heavy sigh, I get on my knees on the cushion and carefully lie across his lap. His strong hands hold me steady until my cheek is pressed against the arm of the couch.
“Get it over with,” I mumble, burying my face into the cushion.
“Are you hurting?” His palm splays across my ass and rubs circles on each cheek. “A little too much pain for you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” I push my hips back into his hand. “Spank me already.”
His chest rumbles with a purr.
“I think she likes it.” Mac laughs.
“She’s a good girl,” Lark says, squatting near my head and pushing my hair out of my face. “Anytime you want to stop, let us know.”
I bite my cheek. As much as I hate losing, which is a lot, I like Vette’s hands all over me. The spanks are like sweet torture for my needy cunt.
Lark flicks his gaze to Vette and nods.
Vette rubs my ass again a few times, squeezing my sore cheeks and drawing a moan from my lips. I should know his tricks by now, but his finger barely brushes over my pussy, distracting me for a millisecond. That’s when he strikes. A solid palm smacks against my left ass cheek. My body reacts on instinct, jerking at the touch, but Vette’s hands immediately push me back down and knead the sensitive skin. I hum in approval, and he continues his ministrations.
