“Good girl,” he praised her. “You took that very well.”
His praise was rewarded with a shy smile. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She gave him a quick squeeze and turned away, searching for Dax.
Beau followed her gaze to where Dax leaned, bent at the waist and on his stomach across the head of the bed, his ass glowing red.
“I think we should get Dax in here to join our cuddle, little one. What do you think?”
She nodded exuberantly, and he crooked his fingers to beckon Dax over.
Dax shame-shuffled across the room, and Beau winced at his obvious pain before reminding himself that it was well deserved.
Tessa held out one of her arms and Beau one of his and Dax joined them in their group hug.
Beau was relieved to feel Dax’s erect cock brush against his inner thigh, a sign that he wasn’t the only one horny and in need of release. Beau frowned. Normally when spanking a woman, Beau was astute enough to notice the tell-tale glistening between her thighs that let him know that at least some small part of her was enjoying it, but with Tessa he had been so laser-focused he hadn’t even looked.
Shifting, he reached down and cupped her mound, slipping one finger between her folds, and to his delight, finding her soaking wet.
He shook his head and pretended to be stern as he looked at Dax. “Our naughty girl is soaking wet. What should we do about that?”
If Dax was surprised to be once again regarded as an equal where Tessa was concerned, he managed not to show it.
Instead, his hand joined Beau’s, covering it, and sliding two fingers inside her.
“Mmmm,” Tessa moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. Then a surge of horror flashed across her face and her eyes went wide.
“Please… don’t… if I’m not going to be allowed to come after a punishment… please don’t torture me. Don’t tease me like that. I don’t think I could handle being edged right now.”
Beau’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Let’s get this straight, little girl, while it certainly wasn’t my intention tonight, if I want to edge you after a punishment, I damn well will. What happens after Daddy whoops your butt isn’t for you to decide.”
At least she had the good grace to look chagrined and properly chastised. “Yes, Sir. Sorry.”
Stepping out of the group hug, he walked up behind her, spread her cheeks to reveal the base of the plug stuck between them and yanked it out with one good tug.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, throwing her hands back to cover the area where the plug had just been.
“That’s so Daddy Dax can fill your tight little asshole with his cock,” he whispered in her ear right before he stepped behind Dax and did the exact same thing. “And that’s so I can fill yours with mine.”
Dax’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes glazed with lust. Tessa whimpered.
Turning his attention back to her, Beau took a step backward, putting space between them. “But first, get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Chapter Seventeen
Tessa
Dropping to her knees, she stared up at Daddy Beau with wide eyes, remembering all the times she’d asked to suck his cock and all the times he’d told her “not yet”.
She wasn’t sure if the fact that he finally wanted her to, now, after he’d spanked and plugged her ass was sexy or humiliating. Probably a little of both, she decided.
Beau peeled off the sweats he’d worn out of the shower, and she was surprised to see he had no underwear on beneath them. As the fabric skimmed over his hips, his cock sprang free of its constraints.
It was huge. She hadn’t really seen it before because they’d mostly just had foreplay, and by the time the actual penetrative sex came around she was always too blissfully out of it to look too closely.
But here it was staring her in the face, long and thick. Beau reached to wrap his hand around it and gave it a couple quick strokes. To her horror it got bigger.
How was she ever going to put it in her mouth and do a good job without gagging? She reminded herself that it had already been inside her. If her pussy could take it, her mouth definitely could… right?
The fact that she’d been thoroughly punished made her more determined than she would have been any other time, and she idly wondered if that had been his plan all along.