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My girlfriend.

  Lindsey dragged her lips from mine and gazed into my eyes with such desire my stomach flipped. “It’s your turn,” she said and winked.

  Her hands slid down my arms and she took my hands in hers. I did not realize what she was doing until, without warning, Nate slipped the blindfold around my eyes and tightened it.

  A gasp tore from my throat but a thrill tickled my insides.

  “You still have some more birthday spanking coming your way,” Nate murmured in my ear.

  My body tightened in response and my heart ran wild.

  Nate’s nimble fingers began unzipping my skirt. Lindsey caught my top and I lifted my arms as she drew it off over my head.

  “That’s better,” Nate said once I was completely naked.

  The outdoor air felt different on my nude flesh than the inside air had, as if I were more exposed and vulnerable. My nipples tightened and chills skittered up and down my arms and legs.

  Nate’s warm hands cradled my bottom and Lindsey’s palms moved over my breasts. I melted between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Nate’s cock was hard and I felt it prodding me through his clothes. Lindsey ground against me erotically while her hands roamed over my body, leaving wildfire in their wake. Nate’s hands skidded over my skin and at first, I tried to sort out who was touching me and where.

  Don’t think. Just feel.

  I heard myself moan. Blindfolded and inundated with touch, my consciousness spiraled completely inside my body. All coherent thought fled and there were only four hands, two big and two small. Two mouths tormented the most sensitive parts of my body. The nape of my neck. My breasts. My mouth. Oh God, my ears.

  Then lower. I groaned.

  Without warning, Nate lifted me, bracing my back against his chest, holding me up by the thighs and spreading me wide for my female lover’s mouth. I cried for sweet mercy as Lindsey’s mouth locked on my clit. Heaven. This was pure heaven.

  My muscles burned from the stretch, contrasting the gentle flicker of Lindsey’s tongue over my clit.

  Rampant pleasure pulsed through every nerve ending in my body but I wanted more. “Spank me,” I begged. “I want to eat Lindsey’s pussy while you spank me.”

  Lindsey moved out of the way as Nate flipped me in his arms and carried me inside. He deposited me and I felt the now-familiar cool wood of the foot rail on our bed.

  “Bend over,” Nate commanded, the lack of question in his voice setting me on edge with anticipation.

  Despite his firmness, this time I needed no coaxing.

  The bed shook and I knew intuitively that Lindsey was climbing on and positioning herself so that I could bury my face in her luscious pussy.

  Nate’s hand pressed me downward and I groped Lindsey as I bent. Her hands caught my head, drawing me down until I found her sex. I inhaled the feminine scent of her come as I raked my tongue through her peaches-and-cream pussy lips.

  She shuddered and tilted her hips toward my mouth. Her husky moan made my own channel pulsate, aching to be filled by my husband’s cock. But I knew I wouldn’t be getting that pleasure—just yet.

  “Spread your legs, Gemma.” Nate’s order was but a hoarse whisper that caused tingles to race down my spine.

  I instantly obeyed. My clit throbbed and I fought the urge to plunge my hand between my legs and rub it. I knew if I did, I’d come immediately and I wanted to savor this.

  Lindsey’s hands anchored my head and I trembled as I waited for the first sting of the paddle. Please use the leather side. Oh please—

  Pop!

  My body jolted. I moaned into Lindsey’s folds. Searing heat coursed through my backside, radiating from the spot where the leather came in contact with my flesh.

  Nate skimmed the furry side of the paddle along my inner thighs and over my offended buttocks. “Twenty-six.”

  My heart pounded in my throat.

  Slap!

  “Oh!” I cried. That one hurt and the pleasure-pain was insidiously good. My clit quivered.

  “Twenty-seven,” Nate said and I felt his hand delve between my legs. He patted my pussy and I lifted my bottom, begging for more.

  “Don’t stop,” I muttered.

  But he did stop touching me where I wanted it the most. Frustration surged. I whimpered and was just about to massage my own clit when another sharp blow landed on my bottom. This one was harder than all the others. I yelped and then groaned before I buried my face back in Lindsey’s pussy and began to suck and lick in earnest. Beads of perspiration broke out all over my body. I quivered. My ass was inflamed and my channel ached.

  “Twenty-eight.”

  I couldn’t take any more and there were still four to go. I was so aroused tears welled in my eyes and seeped out from under the blindfold. I clung to Lindsey’s hips and thighs, flicking my tongue over her clit and wishing someone was doing the same for me.

  Slap!

  I shook and sobbed. Conflicting thoughts raced through my head. I can’t take it. More. More!

  “Twenty-nine.”

  I felt my own cream oozing down one thigh. Sharp need coursed through my body and scorching heat flooded my backside. Lindsey’s hands tightened around my head. “Eat my cunt,” she demanded.

  I loved being totally at their mercy. Their plaything. Moaning, I pushed my tongue into her channel and then brought it out to sweep it up and over her clit, repeating the motion with desperate desire to come and make her come. Her whole body was shaking. Mine was too.

  Slap!

  The leather sting bit me again. My knees threatened to buckle.

  “Thirty.”

  Two more. Only two more. And then—

  But I couldn’t wait. I reached between my legs and a breath tore from my throat when my fingers came in contact with my own clit. I massaged my eager flesh furiously.

  Smack!

  “Oh yes,” I managed to say before I latched onto Lindsey’s nub. She was as close as I was.

  “Thirty-one.”

  I rubbed myself harder. Faster. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh—”

  Smack!

  “Yes!” Lindsey cried and as spasms racked her body, my own orgasm built and then crashed over me.

  The orgasm hit me like a rogue wave, sending me plummeting into an abyss of pure physical pleasure. I sagged on the foot rail, wresting every last ounce of ecstasy from my body.

  Just when I thought I could not take any more, Nate’s cock prodded my weeping pussy and then plunged inside. He pumped into me, intent on assuaging his own lust. It didn’t take long before he ignited my ebbing orgasm and when I cried that I was coming again, Nate’s own roar joined mine.

  After he had filled me full of his cream, I felt him stumble backward and heard the dresser rattle as he obviously crashed against it.

  I lifted the blindfold and looked back at him, love for this wonderful man flooding me as I looked into his passion-clouded eyes.

  A lopsided grin stretched across his face. “Thirty-two,” he said and then blew out a breath. “Happy birthday, baby.”

  About the Author

  Paisley Smith is a full time freelance writer and can usually be found in front of her computer writing, chatting, promoting or plotting.

  A true southern belle, Paisley enjoys all things feminine, such as the perfect shade of lipstick, a pair of killer heels and a sexy, confident woman.

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