Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Loki, would you mind helping me out?”
“Sure thing.”
She mewled as Loki grabbed her wrists and held them out in front of her. As Remy spanked her, Loki patted her back, whispering to her.
As soon as she started to sob Remy stopped, rubbing her bottom and lower back until she calmed down. After drawing up her sweatpants, he lifted her onto his lap into the same position as before.
Rubbing her back, he whispered words of praise to her.
Loki was practically vibrating next to them. There was obviously something he wanted to say or do. “Tink? You all right? You want to say something?”
“She’s just processing, aren’t you, baby?” he said soothingly. “But, would you mind getting her some water? Please?”
Loki nodded and jumped up, rushing inside.
“You were such a brave girl,” Remy murmured. “Your punishment is all over.”
“Thank God. That hurt!” she grumbled, reaching back to rub her ass.
“Really?” he said. “Because I went easy on you, this being your first spanking from me.”
“That was easy?” She leaned back to gape up at him.
“Uh-huh, now tell Loki that you’re all right before he decides he’s going to remove my spleen for spanking you.”
She turned as Loki rushed back with some water. It was in a plastic mug that had a lid and a straw. On the front of the cup was a large rainbow sticker with her name at the bottom.
Damn.
She looked so cute as Loki held the cup so she could sip from it.
“Few more sips, Tink,” he urged gently. “That’s it.”
“Did you drink any water all night?” Remy asked her when she let the straw slip free.
“Umm. I don’t wanna say.”
“And why don’t you want to say?” he asked.
“I’m guessing because she didn’t drink any,” Loki said.
“Hey! I drank lots of orange juice. That’s vitamin C! And that’s healthy.”
“You drank mimosas,” Loki said dryly.
“Which have orange juice in them. Ooh, and grapes too in the wine! Winning! I’m thinking of making it my regular breakfast.”
“I’m thinking not,” Remy told her firmly. “But nice try.”
She sighed. “That’s so sad. They’re so yummy.”
“How many have you had to drink?” Remy asked.
“I dunno. A few.”
Enough to make her buzz, he was guessing.
She reached over, holding her arms out to Loki. He instantly gathered her close, wrapping his arms around her.
“You all right, Tink?”
“Better than all right. I’m perfect.” She nuzzled her cheek against his. “In fact, I was thinking that I might give you a first.”
“What?” Loki asked as she pressed a kiss to one cheek, then the other. Then to his lips.
“Your first blow job.”
Holy. Hell.
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Isa wasn’t sure where this burst of bravery came from.
It wasn’t like she’d enjoyed any of the blow jobs she’d given in the past. But this was Loki . . . the man she’d dreamed about for years. The person who had starred in the majority of her dirty dreams while she’d used her rainbowrator.
But was she really going to do that while another man watched on?
Not just any man, though.
A man who could own her soul. Her heart. Her body.
Just as much as Loki did.
She didn’t want to share herself between them. She wanted them both to own all of her.
And her them.
“Tink,” Loki said with a groan. “You don’t know how tempting that is.”
“Good.” She rolled herself against him, pressing into the hard cock she could feel against her ass.
But as she started to slide off his lap, he grabbed her hips, stilling her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You’ve been drinking, baby,” Remy said in a low voice.
Loki nodded. “You can’t make decisions like this when you’ve been drinking.”
“I’m not drunk, though. I know what I’m doing. Please.” She pressed her lips lightly to his. Loki sat frozen for a moment and she let out a noise of discontent.
This seduction was not going how she’d planned!
Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Warmth flooded her and she moaned.
God. He kissed so good.
When she drew back, her head was swimming. “Please. I want to taste you.”
Loki frowned. “Fuck, you’re not making it easy for me to say no.”
“Good.” That was kind of the plan.
“But I shouldn’t. I need to wait. It hasn’t been long enough, you’ve been drinking . . .”
She cupped his face between her hands. “I’m not drunk, Loki. And hasn’t it been long enough? It’s been years.” She dipped in to kiss him again.
This wasn’t really her. She didn’t take charge like this. But she felt like Loki needed it.
And she really, really wanted to give him a blow job.
“I think our girl needs to do this,” Remy said.
Ooh. She didn’t think she’d get support from him. But she’d take it.
“But not out here,” he added.
Huh? Why not?
She rather liked the idea of being outside in the calm, cool air. And she was being spontaneous.
Besides, men didn’t care where they got blow jobs, right?