Page 95 of Bronson

I will have to walk to their house. Sit through dinner, making small talk, the burning bullet filling my ass. Knowing I’m to be taken home and soundly spanked.

Why hadn’t I just locked the damn door like he’d asked me to?

He grabs my hand in his, leading me out of the office.

Walking is pain. Each step I take seems to stretch the muscles in my bottom, a constant reminder of the punishing plug.

And my pussy. Oh, how it aches and begs to be filled.

We arrive at Carter and Sasha’s. Carter opens the door, greeting us. A subdued Sasha politely welcomes us. She’s much quieter than usual. I can’t help but notice, she walks almost on tiptoe, as if trying not to move her hips too much as she goes along.

Much like I am.

We make polite chatter about our days, the weather. The men step out to the back garden to share a whiskey. As soon as they are out of earshot, I grab her arm, whispering in her ear, “Are you… plugged, right now?”

She gives an exasperated groan. “Is it that obvious?”

“What did you do?” I ask, taking a sip from the wine she just poured me.

“Same old, same old. Just being myself. Only this time… this time… he put this… thing in me. And you wouldn’t believe the stuff he lubed it up with⁠—”

“Mint!” I say.

“Oh, my God, yes! It burns like holy hell. But it also makes me feel all funny. Like I want him, but I’m pissed at him and my ass is on fire. You know what I mean?”

“I’m afraid I do—I’m wearing a Bachman bullet as we speak,” I say.

“You’re too funny with all your Bachman terms you make up. What are you in for?”

I shrug. “Not setting the alarm when I’m at the store by myself after hours.”

Sasha gives me a look. “Come on, Paige. Even I wouldn’t pull a stunt like that. What are you in there with? Millions of dollars of diamonds? Seriously, I can see where Bronson is coming from.”

“Sasha—you’re supposed to be on my side,” I say.

“Not this time, Paige. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe I’ve finally started to become a little bit submissive, but I’m starting to see why these guys are the way they are. You should get your ass spanked for that.”

I’m shocked. This is Sasha—the one who was always teaching me how to manipulate, to get out of trouble. “Well, I hope you get the same.” I take a gulp of my wine.

She gives me another look. “That’s not very nice. I’m going to tell Bronson on you.”

I narrow my brow at her.

“I’m kidding, Paige! God, you should see your face. You know I’m always on your side. But seriously, for the love of everything that is Bachman—lock that door at night.”

We ‘cheers’ our glasses, laughing. I’m glad to see Sasha is finally coming around. I know Bronson worried about her and Carter in the past.

The men return and we have a wonderful dinner—takeout that Sasha serves on china. The only downside is how much Sasha and I are squirming in our chairs and the smug looks on the faces of our men. The time flies by and after midnight, it’s time to head home.

Sasha gives me a tight hug, whispering into my ear, “Good luck tonight.”

“You too.”

Bronson takes my hand and leads me home.

We’re only in the foyer, the door just clicked shut behind us, when I jump his bones.

My hands wind into his hair, my leg wrapping around his as I kiss him.