The Dom With the Perfect Brats (35 page)

Izzy breathed hard, her body full of tension.

“Which do you choose?” He shoved the switch and the butt plug in front of her again, pinning her in place with his hand on her back. “Think hard and I’ll be back in a minute.” Cross strolled to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Izzy’s gorgeous
posterior greeted him when he came back. He definitely wanted to take her ass, if she ever agreed. Gemma was right, though – Izzy had asked him so many questions about it recently that it was probably only a matter of time. She’d tried passing it off as research for her next novel, but neither of them believed that. However, he was more than willing to wait until she asked him to do it.

Cross made his tone stern. “I hope you made a choice. If you haven’t, then
I’m
going to choose.”

“The switch!” she yelped. Her consternation was so great he almost let her off the hook.

“Are you sure? The plug would hurt less. I’ll use a lot of lube and be gentle.”

A shiver visibly ran the length of her back. In this position she was vulnerable to either choice, and he could almost see her feeling it.

“No,” she whimpered. “Not the plug.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

There was a long pause. “Not right now, please, Sir?”

He had the overwhelming urge to coax her into it, but having decided he would wait until she asked for it, he relented. “Okay. You know what you have to do then.”

Stretching, she pushed forward, planting her pretty lips on the switch. She sighed heavily then kissed it. “Please, Sir, use the switch on me.”

So reluctant. Cross’s cock twitched in appreciation.
There was nothing like a girl who didn’t want something being made to ask for it. “Why do you need it?”

She gave one long blink and grimaced at him. “Because I was a bad girl,” she whispered. “And I need to be punished, Sir.”

“Count them out.”

“Oh fuck!”

Cross stroked the switch over the creamy skin of her ass. Although the rest of her was tan from going to the beach so much lately, the opportunity to tan naked wasn’t always available. It was like a special canvas she saved just for him.

“You have such a pretty ass, little Isadora. It’s almost a shame to mark it up.”

“You could always change your mind, Sir,” she said hopefully.

“That wouldn’t be a very good thing to teach you. If there are no consequences for being disobedient, then why would you ever behave?”

She slid her hands over her eyes. “Just do it and quit messing with me! Please. Sir.”

He drew back his arm and whistled the switch through the air, landing a hard blow on the mattress beside her ass. Her buttocks clenched and she squeaked.

“Do you tell me when to start, Isadora?”

“No, Sir. Sorry.”

Cross looked to Gemma, who was watching with interest from her blanket cocoon. “Gemma, can you hold Izzy’s wrists down for me?”

“Sure
.” She grinned.

“Bitch.”

Gemma chuckled. “You
can’t
be angry at me for obeying our Dom. What else am I supposed to do?” She pulled Izzy’s arms out from where they were tucked close to her body, stretched them out straight, and pinioned her wrists to the bed.

“You don’t have to hold so hard, Gemma. I’m not trying to get away or anyth
— Ow!” The
thwap
of the switch finding its target was quiet compared to her complaint. He’d barely tapped her.

“Are you forgetting something?” he asked after a moment. Izzy looked back at him, brows knitted. He hit her harder the second time and she squawked. “No? Nothing?”

“Count!” Gemma prompted her.

“Two!”

“What happened to one?”

“You hit me twice. So one, two.”

“You didn’t fulfill your duties, so the first one didn’t count.”

“
Ugh! You suck! Okay! One. That was one.”

By five she was still flinching and trying to shift to make the blows hurt less
, even though he hit her much gentler than he did Gemma.

“Izzy, you need to let go. You’re tensing up too much and making it worse for yourself. Relax into it.” Gemma patted her arm. “Trust me, it’ll make it easier.”

“Are you learning your lesson, Isadora?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When I give you an order, should you ignore me?”

“No,” she whispered. “I knew you were going to punish me, but I couldn’t stop.”

“You just didn’t want to stop. She’s hard to resist, isn’t she?” Cross slid the switch over her welts. “You both are.”

Izzy squirmed, groaning. “Yes. I wanted to make her come, even though you said not to
.”

“Naughty
girls get sore asses.” Cross did the last five in quick succession, despite Izzy’s protests and jigging around. Drawing out her punishments made things worse for her, and he really couldn’t blame her for not wanting to stop going down on Gemma.

“Don’t let her go, girl.” Izzy’s
once-white ass was now red and welted. A rumble of satisfaction escaped him. So pretty. Cross ran a hand over her abused flesh and she whined. He dipped his hand lower, sliding his fingers through her wetness. As much as she complained about being punished, there was something about it that appealed either to her brain or her body. Her hips moved to give him easier access, and her feet shifted farther apart.

“Mmm. That’s not fair!” She wriggled against his hand.

He spread her wetness around, then slid his thumb into her warmth and used his fingers to roll her clit. She gasped and pushed back against his hand. Leaning down, Cross ran his lips over the welts he’d left on her ass. Izzy tensed. He withdrew his thumb and clamped a hand on each hip, holding her still. He feathered kisses along the globes of her backside. Her tiny little gasps and shivers had an electric effect on his throbbing dick.

Condom. He straightened then went to grab another one. They were going to have to get tested so they could dispense with this. The thought of coming in
side them made him consider dragging them off to the clinic immediately.

However, first there was a girl
who needed cock.

“Gemma, lie down on your back. Izzy, get on top of her.” They complied without argument, although Gemma hissed when her back hit the bed. He tugged them to the edge of the mattress, so Gemma’s feet
rested on the floor. Cross adjusted Izzy so her weight was on her elbows, and her legs were spread and wrapped around Gemma’s, which held her legs open for Cross’s perusal.

He rolled on the condom and watched the girls kissing. Fuck, they were hot. It was a wonder his dick didn’t go off in his hand while he fiddled with the protection.

“Spread her legs for me, Gemma.” The girl widened her knees, and Izzy was helpless to stop her, unless she unwrapped her legs from Gemma’s. If she did she might lose her balance.

“No, stop it!” Izzy whimpered. “It makes me feel too...”

“Vulnerable?” Gemma whispered up at her.

“That’s the idea,” Cross husked in her ear
, his body pressing her against Gemma.

Izzy moaned in response, wriggling, trapped between them.
When he was sure she’d gotten the feeling she was at their mercy, Cross stood. Gemma caught Izzy’s wrists and twisted them behind her back. Without warning, she kissed Izzy’s mouth roughly. The perfect distraction for Cross to shove his cock in deep.

The poor, caught girl cried out – a mix of surprise, helplessness and pleasure. He snaked a hand between himself and the girls, alternating whose clit he toyed with. They writhed beneath him, grinding up against each other and taking whatever he gave. He fucked Isadora patiently, in no rush to end his fun. With his free hand, he traced his fingers over
her bottom, tickling over the crevice of her ass and straying closer and closer to her virgin hole.

She noticed when he was perilously close to touching her there, and froze like a frightened rabbit.

“Who does this body belong to?”

“You, Sir,” she whispered tremulously.

“Good girl, Isadora. Your body is mine to play with. I’m just going to touch right now. I won’t be sneaky. If you need me to stop, you know your safeword.”

She was breathing hard, her body tensed. “Nooo,” she whimpered. “No
, Cross. Please don’t.”

“No isn’t your safeword. Are you saying red right now?” He stilled the motion of his hips, giving her a moment to think.

Izzy sobbed in dismay and buried her face in Gemma’s neck. She didn’t say a word.

His cock pulsed and
, for a moment, he stood still and fought to think about something completely unsexy. He spent a good minute folding imaginary laundry.

Once he
had himself under control, he thrust into her twice more, then stopped again and slid a gentle finger down the cleft of her ass. Izzy’s body clenched on him and she shrieked. A moment later she was quiet, quivering, waiting, and he tickled over the sensitive area again. And again. Sensitive girl – he’s barely touched her and he could tell she was on the verge of flying out of her skin.

Izzy gasped.
“I don’t like it.”

“Your body disagrees.”

She screeched, her body trying to escape his gentle fingers, but she was caught fast between the hand toying with her clit and his cock pinning her in place. Gemma took Izzy’s mouth again. Confined, her body stopped fighting them.

Soon after, Izzy’s panted breaths caught in her throat and her body locked. She screamed and shuddered under him, his own orgasm triggered by the grasping of Izzy’s body around his shaft. He kept punishing her clit until she couldn’t come anymore.

When Cross was completely done, he pulled out, and slid Izzy higher on Gemma’s body. Her breasts swayed in Gemma’s face, and Gemma sucked at her nipples. Izzy mewled and twitched, but didn’t stop her. Cross dropped to a knee and spread Gemma’s thighs further apart. He found her clit already swollen and begging for attention. He locked his arms around her legs.

“Not too hard!” she begged. “I’m sore from you hitting me there!”

Cross brushed his tongue so lightly over her clit that she was appeased. Her legs relaxed in his arms. She groaned, tipping her pussy up toward him, as though he needed assistance figuring things out. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he toyed with her, being too gentle.

“Mmmm...harder, Cross. Quit being a tease.”

“You said you were too sore for me to do it harder.” He chuckled.

Gemma made a sound of exasperation. “Do you need Izzy to show you what to do?”

“If you wanted a spanking, you could just ask.” He let go of her and sat on the bed.

Izzy scrambled out of the way. Gemma’s eyebrows shot up, but she got no further before he grabbed her and flipped her over his knees. He stroked her ass.

“Izzy, could you get the good vibe for me?”

“I’m mouthy and you’re going to use vibe on me? Best. Dom. Ever!” Gemma crowed.

“No, you get a spanking on your already-sore backside. I’ll stop if you can answer some questions correctly for me.”

“No...no, no!” She kicked, but he held her in place with one hand. Her
posterior was still bright red and covered in welts. “Please, Sir. I’m a good girl. I’ll be good.”

“Mm
-hm.”

Izzy padded over to him, vibe in hand. She put the toy on the bed and plugged it in.

“You’re going to use this on Gemma while I smack her naughty ass. Got it?”

Izzy grinned evilly. “Yes, Sir.”

“We spend so much time like this, you really should get more comfortable knees,” Gemma grumbled. “I have knee dents in my ribs.”

“If you don’t like being spanked, you should work on being less mouthy.” He brought his hand down hard
. The smack reverberated in the room, along with Gemma’s yelp. “Who’s the boss around here?”

Her answer took too long in coming, so he swatted her again.

“You are, Your Highness!”

“Sir will do. No need to get creative. If I want to tease you until you cry, do I get to?”

“Yes, Sir. Unless I safeword.”

He slapped her ass hard, watching in interest as
it jigged. Fucking hot. By all accounts, he should have had a raging hard-on again, but they’d seriously drained him.

“O
www! What the hell was that for? Was that the wrong answer?”

“That was just a reminder about who the boss is, girl. Do you remember?”

“Fuck! Yes, Sir. You’re the boss.”

Cross nodded to Izzy, who then turned on the vibe on high and slid it between
Gemma’s legs.

Gemma whimpered. “Fuck, I’m so sore, my clit’s going to fall off.”

He grabbed her hair tightly and rested a hand on her lower back, pinning her for Isadora to play with. Although Izzy took her time toying with her, Gemma was a begging mess within a few minutes.