Page 89 of Thin Ice

“Hmm.” I squeeze his cheeks and jiggle them back and forth as much as the taut skin will allow. “Your perfectionist husband here gets off on humiliation.”

Quinn’s pupils dilate, and when she doesn’t show a negative reaction, I continue. “He loves being called a slut, a whore”—I tease his asshole—“a cum dump.” I pull back my hand and spank him hard without warning.

He cries out his sixth count, and I pretend I’m going to strike him again but don’t.

“Do you want to know how hard he is right now?” I ask.

“Tell me.”

“Hard enough he’s leaving a wet spot on my shorts like the needy boy he is. He wants to come so bad.”

“Don’t.” Quinn pulls his hair, surprising both Noah and I. She lifts his head up so he’s looking at her. “Don’t, or we won’t let you come again tonight.”

“Yes, Quinn.”

“Fuck,” I mutter softly, my dick hard enough I think I’m leaking pre-cum now, too.

Quinn lowers Noah’s head back down, looking sheepish.

“Don’t you dare think I didn’t like that,” I admonish. “I can speak for both men in the room when I say that was sexy as fuck. Isn’t that right, Noah?”

“Yes, Sunshine.” He exhales. “We liked it.”

Quinn’s lips curl, and she sits up straighter so her chest juts out, her eyes fixed on me. “Then what are you waiting for, Beck? You still have four spanks left.”

I match her sly smile. “Thank you for the reminder.”

My hand comes down on Noah again. He jerks in our hold, and I spank him once more, harder this time to the point my palm stings. He whimpers from the pain, and I shush him.

“Did that one hurt?”

“Yes…”

I scrunch the abused skin. “Tell me who gets to give you the pain you crave?”

“You,” he moans.

“And who else?”

“Quinn.”

“That’s right.” I pointedly stare at where Quinn’s hand rests on Noah’s scalp. “Give him what he craves, pretty girl. Show him who owns him.”

Her hand tugs at his hair roughly, and I wait until Noah reacts to the bite of it with a cry to keep going. I find the most sensitive part of his ass, spanking him right over his taint and balls.

He jerks, and if we didn’t have a hold on him, he’d have fallen off my lap. He yells out a string of cuss words, and I pull my hand back a final time, striking the same spot.

His body convulses, and I wait for him to finish his hoarse cry before I ease my hold on him while Quinn does the same. Noah rests his face on her thigh, and she combs her fingers through his hair. Tears track down his freckled cheeks as I drag my hands in a soothing motion over his body, happiness and pride filling my chest.

“You did so good, Noah. Such a good boy, taking your punishment like that.”

“So good,” Quinn adds quietly, brushing a tear away from his cheek.

A dreamy smile forms on his lips. It brings me back to the days when we first started exploring this dynamic together. We were young and horny, left alone with access to the internet and forums we were not supposed to be on. It was some of the best years of my life.

But this? This is different. I don’t exactly know how or why yet, but I do know what happened between the three of us has shifted something.

Quinn brushes another tear away from Noah’s cheek, awe on her face like she’s finally seeing her husband for the first time—the real him.