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“Please. I’m sorry.” Her fists have such a firm grip on Noble’s shirt that he’s nearly being strangled. Tears stain her face because we won’t acknowledge her, and while I realize it’s manipulative, I’d rather remain silent than say something I can’t take back.
While her brownstone is on the Upper East Side and her university is on the opposite side of Central Park, our residence is in Great Neck, and now that it’s going to be public knowledge that we’ve claimed her, there’s no reason not to bring her there.
“Ssshhh, little girl.” Her soft sobbing eclipses Noble’s whisper. As brave as she was to face the city alone, I imagine the adrenaline crash of knowing she could have been hurt at any moment was something she pushed to the back of her mind.
By the time we arrive home and park in the garage, Sol has calmed down some and stopped crying. Noble carries her from the vehicle while I take the bird, and Lorde unhooks the dog’s leash to let him explore the backyard.
“I’m taking her upstairs.” Noble spears us with a look we both recognize as trouble for her. We didn’t talk about it on our way here, but our girl is in for the spanking of a lifetime. There’s no way she can just leave like that and not expect to have her ass reddened.
“We’ll be up in a minute,” I tell him as I figure out how to get this damn bird settled so he doesn’t shit all over our home.
Entering the kitchen off the garage, I head for the dining room. We’ve never done anything with this room but fill it with shelves and boxes we aren’t using. “Sit tight,” I tell Sebastian, letting him hop onto an old bookshelf. I swear he glares at me.
After rummaging for a towel, I fill a bowl with water and get him set up in a place where he can watch Flounder flounce around outside and enjoy the sun shining on him. French doors on the only entrance into the room make limiting his access to the rest of the house easy.
“I put some water out for the dog. They should be good for a while.” Lorde nods as we take the stairs two at a time up to the second floor. Entering quietly, we find Sol sitting on the edge of the bench at the foot of the double California King bed in the center of the room.
We set this room up when we first moved in because we always knew this would be where the four of us would sleep, but we’ve never had a woman in here before. It’s a new experience I would enjoy more if our first time weren’t about punishment.
Noble exits the attached bathroom, shirtless and barefoot, with the button of his jeans popped open. “Well?” He looks at us.
“Animals are squared away,” I reply, kicking off my shoes and removing my shirt.
“Little girl,” Noble growls. Her head pops up, and she looks fucking exhausted. “Stand up.” She does as he commands. “Strip her.” His eyes are on Sol, but his words are for me and Lorde.
Cupping her jaw, I tilt her head up and kiss her cheek before lifting her shirt over her head. The bite marks and finger bruises remind me of the pleasure the four of us have been sharing. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.” I get a little smile from her, and her eyes heat up.
Lorde tackles her shorts, removing them in one swift shove down her legs, along with her little scrap of a thong. Kissing each hip bone, he steps back and removes his own shirt and shoes.
“You know what we have to do, don’t you, pretty girl?” Noble asks as he comes around to stand before her, drawing a finger down the center of her chest and stopping at her belly button.
“No.” Her voice is no more than a whisper as she drops back down to sit.
“You need to be punished for taking off on us this morning.” She swallows roughly at his strict tone.
“You put our sweet body in danger,” Lorde continues.
“Yours?” she asks.
“Ours,” I confirm. “You had no regard for your own safety. We can’t have that.”
She nods solemnly. “What will you do?”
“What do you think your punishment should be?” Noble challenges. The vein in his temple twitches, indicating he’s ready to explode.
“I…I don’t know,” she hesitates.
“I’d like to see that ass red.” I stand with my feet braced apart and cross my arms, staring down at her. Her breathing quickens, and she’s white-knuckling the edge of the seat she’s on. I don’t believe she’s as opposed to the idea as we might have thought.
* * *
Noble
Duke read my mind. My hand is itching to mark her, to deliver punishment she isn’t ready for but needs. Her body doesn’t appear to be objecting. After she gives a slight nod, I hold out my hand for her to help her stand.
“Since you took Duke’s phone, he gets first crack. You’ll count out three swats for him. Understand.” Biting her lip, Sol glances up at me before nodding. “I need words, sweet girl.” Her cheeks flush, and she relaxes slightly at my loving name for her.
“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” I’ll never fucking tire of hearing her call me that. After helping her settle over Duke’s lap, I slide her long hair out of her face so we can witness her reactions.
