the paddle back on the coffee table. “Joelle, we only want to pleasure you.”
“Cristian said the same thing.”
“Am I correct in assuming no one has ever paddled you?”
Joelle nodded, imagining the look on Scott’s face if she’d ever asked him to do such a thing.
“Not every woman likes it,” said Cristian.
Joelle didn’t want them to think she wasn’t willing to try. The thought excited her beyond reason, but seeing the instrument in person was a bit daunting. “I won’t know until I try.”
Wicked, sexy grins spread over their faces. “Okay, then, but you still have to choose who paddles you first.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I don’t know.” Her thoughts were so jumbled she barely knew her own name. All the blood in her brain had rushed to her pussy again. She was so wet she could feel her juices on her upper thighs. Breathing became difficult, and her heart hammered in her chest. These were the sexiest, most exciting men she’d ever met, and she wanted to explore all her fantasies with them.
“Blade, you go ahead,” said Cristian. “It’s your paddle, after all. But I get more swats for going second.” He waggled his eyebrows at Joelle, and she bit back a giggle.
“She’s laughing at us.” Blade’s voice held a note of humor as he removed his clothes then positioned Joelle over his left thigh so that her ass was up in the air. “She actually thinks this is funny.”
His teasing had Joelle trying even harder to keep from giggling as he pinned her legs with his right thigh. Cristian took her arms and put them behind her back, then held onto her wrists.
“She won’t be laughing in a few seconds,” he said.
Blade caressed her ass cheeks, and Joelle moaned. “If you say stop, I stop, okay? Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She was pinned. The only movement possible was a slight rocking of her hips against Blade’s muscled thigh. His cock pushed against her left hip, rock hard and huge. She turned her head to the side and waited.
The first smack stung like crazy, and she yelped. A sliver of fear tried to force its way in, but she closed her eyes and let the erotic images dancing through her head take over. Blade struck her again, and it hurt, but Joelle was shocked to realize it also aroused her even further.
“You okay?” asked Cristian.
“Yes.”
She couldn’t see his face, but she swore she could feel him smile. Blade caressed the small of her back while he struck her three more times in quick succession. Joelle moaned from the combination of pain and exquisite pleasure racing through her body. “I think she likes this,” he said softly.
“I love it,” she gasped. “It’s so dirty.”
“It’s not dirty,” said Blade, striking her again. “It’s sexy. Your ass was made to be spanked.”
After he’d struck her five more times, he laid the paddle on her ass cheeks and caressed her soaking-wet slit. Her ass was on fire, but she didn’t want him to stop. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy, and she moaned loudly.
“She’s so wet we both could fit in there,” said Blade.
“Oh God…” Joelle nearly came at his words. She pushed her hips against his thigh, trying to bring on her climax, but Blade removed his fingers and paddled her five more times.
“Now it’s Cristian’s turn.”
Joelle groaned, wondering how she’d get through this, but at the same time she craved it. It was the most decadent thing she’d ever done, and her imagination hadn’t come close to the reality of the experience.
Blade helped her up then pulled her into a rough embrace and kissed her. She clung to his shoulders and pushed her breasts against his chest. Fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. How was it possible to be this aroused?
When he released her mouth, Cristian positioned her over his leg the same way Blade had done. Blade held her arms down and planted tiny kisses along her neck. “You’re a lot of fun, Joelle. Thank you for