Page 57 of Stay Little Fighter

“See, Siren. We can agree on things sometimes.”

A breathy laugh tumbles out as Ronan pushes the shirt I’m wearing higher, uncovering the black lace underwear I pulled on after my shower.

“So pretty,” Ryker murmurs. “Did you put these on for us, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Ronan croons, brushing his fingers higher up the inside of my thigh.

“If I’m such a good girl, I wouldn’t be getting punished,” I point out.

He chuckles, pinching my hard nipple through the shirt and pulling a hiss of pain from my lips. “Even good girls need to be punished sometimes, Sparrow.”

“We’ll even give you a choice.” Ryker leans further over the couch and guides his fingers over my lace-covered heat, pulling a strangled moan from my throat. “So responsive for us.”

“What’s the choice?” I pant.

“We can plug your pretty ass and take turns spanking you. Or if that doesn’t sound appealing, we could edge you until you’re a sobbing mess. Which would you prefer?” Ryker asks, as if both options aren’t as hot as they are horrifying.

I should not be this turned on by the idea of being punished.

“Where did you get a butt plug from?” Damon asks, his tone impressed rather than passive like usual.

Ryker smirks. “When it comes to Chloe, I am always prepared.”

“He had a box of toys delivered the day after we got here,” Ronan tells us.

“Bro, you’re not supposed to give away my secrets.”

I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes. Watching their friendship and banter has become one of my favorite pastimes.

“Something funny, Sparrow?”

“You two bicker like an old married couple.” I giggle.

“Take that back,” Ryker demands, but he can’t wipe the smile from his lips.

“Someone’s desperate for their punishment.” Ronan smirks. “Don’t worry, baby. You know we’ll always give you everything you need.”

“I need to come,” I whimper.

“I’m sure you do, but that won’t be happening until you’ve taken your punishment like the good girl we know you can be.”

“What exactly am I being punished for?” I ask. If anything, I should be pampered with as many orgasms as I want for putting up with the four of them.

Ryker stares down at me with knowing eyes. “Jumping in front of a bullet for one.”

“Not running when I told you to,” Damon adds helpfully from the other couch.

“Almost dying before I could get to you,” Ronan says.

“And just because we want to.” Kingston’s deep voice comes from the doorway, and my chest tightens at the sight of him.

His white T-shirt sculpts to his body as if it were made just for him, and don’t even get me started on the gray sweatpants he’s been donning all day.

He’s a walking, talking addition to my spank bank.

“Shall we get started, Mama?”