Page 30 of My Crazy Killers
“Say red if you want him to stop completely," Sly reminds me of the safe word he’d given me before. “Yellow if you want him to pause.”
“You understand, Wren?” Elias asks, making me look back at him.
“Red to stop, yellow to slow,” I repeat back to him.
“Good girl. Now come lie across my lap, that’s it,” he says as I move into position. I instantly feel vulnerable andexposed as I let my head drop down between my arms, but when his warm hand starts to rub circles on my ass, the feeling starts to fade.
When his hand cracks down on my left butt cheek with no warning, and a strange sensation pulses to my clit, I gasp, my embarrassment completely vanishing to make room for my arousal.
He slaps my right cheek, and a soft cry escapes my lips.What sweet nirvana was this wizardry?How did spanking my ass make my clit throb?
After each one, he takes a moment to gently rub my cheek, easing the slight pain there. He does numbers three and four in quick succession and has me waiting with bated breath for the next one, which comes a full two minutes later. A moan of relief escapes me after the fifth one, and I have to lift my hand to cover my mouth, feeling embarrassed by my reactions.
As Elias’s hand soothes my skin, it starts to move closer and closer to my aching core. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, and I silently beg for him to touch me there.
I startle when Pete’s face pops into view. He’s lying on the floor, on his back, grinning up at me as he reaches up and pulls my hand from my mouth. “No covering up those sounds, Wren. We want to hear you.”
I bite my lip before I admit, “It’s embarrassing.”
“You might be embarrassed, but we find it so fucking sexy.”
Elias chooses that moment to spank me again, and I cry out in surprise. The way Pete’s face lights up shows me he’s telling the truth, that he’s turned on by watching me.
The rest continue the same way, with Pete lying therestaring up at me with so much heat that I stop trying to stifle my voice.
When the tenth one ends, Elias spends a little longer rubbing both my cheeks, murmuring, “Such a pretty pink.”
I feel my cheeks heat from the strange compliment, and Pete grins up at me, “Yeah, it is.” He climbs to his feet as Elias gently helps me to mine. “Easy now, you might be lightheaded for a second.” He maneuvers me between his legs as his large hands hold me firmly around the waist.
“How do you feel? Was that too much?”
I wait a moment for the slight light-headedness from having my head hanging down to dissipate, my hands holding his biceps for support.
When it passes, I tell him the truth. “I’m not sure that was the punishment you thought it was.”
“Oh, sweetheart, no,” he says, shaking his head and reaching up to stroke a thumb down my cheek. “That wasn’t the punishment. Not being allowed to come for the rest of the day is.”
And with that, he stands up and walks away. My eyes, wide with disbelief, turn to Pete, who’s trying not to laugh. He kneels down and holds my leggings open for me ready to step into. I do so silently, feeling strangely turned on and chastised.
Who knew Elias had such a dominant side to him? And why did I like that so much?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PETE
Icheck the feed ramp of my gun for carbon buildup, and when I’ve cleaned that, I twist the barrel out of the slide.
Breaking down a gun to clean is instinct by now, but I’m doing it to try and clear my head—to give me something solid to focus on that doesn’t involve fucking Wren senseless.
Watching her getting spanked unlocked several new fantasies for me. My mind keeps toying with the idea of having my cock inside her while I spank her. I’m so tempted to find out if the angles will work.
But between Captain Cockblock, Sly, and Mr. Party Pooper, Elias, I feel like I’d be a real d-bag to try anything with her now.
How long until those scabs faded, anyway? It can’t be more than a day or two, right?
I listen to the Russian words coming from the laptop as Jagger types away his own translation and Wren nods along, offering a change here or there. I shake my head. Thatwoman doesn’t even understand how smart she is. She thinks she doesn’t add any value to the team, but she does.
In fact, she adds more than any one of us. Not only is she incredibly intelligent, but she’s our glue. She’s like one of those sticky fly traps, and we’re the flies that choose to land in her orbit and get stuck for life. Okay, that analogy sucked. I’ll think of a better one.
