Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Angela Wray Page A

against Ty’s lips, and Ty sucked the head into his mouth, swallowing the delicious meat. The taste of both Nate and Ashton burst in his mouth. It was so fucking good. The feel of her tight pussy and Nate’s wide cock filling his throat made him moan. He didn’t want to come so soon. He wanted this to last forever. Letting Nate’s cock go, he took a breath, trying to hold off.
    Ty whispered for Ashton to finger Nate’s ass so they could all come together, and he swallowed Nate’s meat again. Thrusting harder into Ashton, he felt his balls tighten as his cum shot out, filling Ashton, her climaxing pussy milking every drop. Nate shoved deep once more, and he poured stream after stream of semen down Ty’s throat. Ty strived to swallow every ounce. The two of them collapsed on either side of Ashton, caressing her with soft touches.
    Knowing that she wouldn’t sleep comfortably without a shower, Ty rose, and scooped her up, carrying her into the shower where he stood her on her feet. The hot water felt great, but Ty noticed Ashton shifted against the shower poof he used to wash her pussy.
    “What’s wrong, baby?” Ty asked.
    “I’m a little tender,” she whispered in embarrassment.
    “I am so sorry, honey. Why didn’t you say something? Didn’t we cover this? You never allow yourself to be uncomfortable. If there is a way for us to make things better for you, it’s your job to tell us. If you choose not to, then it’s an automatic spanking, and this one we might not let you come from,” Ty said, frustrated.
    Rinsing her off, he picked her up and sat her on the counter. Spreading her thighs, he inspected her flesh. Ashton grabbed the towel off the counter and wrapped it around her, covering her face.
    “You are red, but no cuts or scrapes. It should be fine in a day or so,” he said after he inspected every centimeter of her pink flesh. When he looked at her face he caught her rolling her eyes.
    “Are you sure? Because I’m not a nurse or anything—I couldn’t possibly know that it was nothing more than tender, huh?” Ashton replied sarcastically, lashing out in a snippy tone.
    Raising an eyebrow, he waited for an apology for her disrespectful tone and words. When nothing came, he jerked her off the counter and bent her over the surface, pushing her chest flush with it. Swatting her once, he met her eyes in the mirror and waited. Seeing her mutinous pout he knew nothing was forthcoming yet. He gave her another swat, this one a little harder than before. Seeing her stubbornness coming out, he looked her in the eye again explaining, “Since you are going to act like a brat, I will treat you like one. You are going to take five swats as your punishment.”
    “One.” He counted the first one off.
    “Two.” A beautiful red color bloomed on her bottom.
    “Three.” That swat made tears come to Ashton’s eyes.
    “Four.” She started to sob after this one.
    “Five.”
    Seeing her lay there, he was afraid she would feel dejected, so he immediately pulled her into his arms, telling her how well she took her punishment and what a good girl she was and how proud they were that she was their women. Helping her wrap the towel properly around her, he led her out to the bedroom and told her to lie on the comforter. Grabbing the towel that was wrapped around her, he watched as Nate placed another down for her to lie on.
    Going to the bath, he grabbed some massage oil and brought it back to the bedroom. Both he and Nate poured some in their hands and began to knead the muscles and soothe her soft skin with the oil. When she groaned, they both smiled and continued to rub her down. Nate had chosen to take her shoulders and back, and Ty her bottom and legs. When he got to her feet, she let out an almost orgasmic moan, telling them they had found her favorite place for a massage. They continued soothing her with their oil-slicked hands, and it wasn’t long before she was softly snoring.
     
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    Leaving her