The Dom With the Perfect Brats (19 page)

She listened, staying still where he’d placed her and whimpering quietly. He untied her jeans and roughly yanked them down. Her black lace boy short panties showed some cheek.

She squirmed like her body wanted to be fucked, against her better judgement. Delicious.

Under his breath he grumbled that punishing subs shouldn’t be such a punishment for Doms.

He retrieved Izzy in a similar manner, pushing her face down beside Gemma.

“I didn’t even do anything!” she complained.

Cross cleared his throat and the
protesting stopped. “You laughed, Isadora. That was enough.”

Izzy grunted at him but didn’t apologi
ze. He flipped up her skirt, exposing her little purple thong.

“Mouths closed until I say otherwise. I was just planning on teaching a few things today, but I think this is more important. Lesson
one. A smart mouth gives you a sore ass.” Cross slid open his desk drawer and pulled out the leather strap that lived there. Gemma gave a low moan that sounded like “nooo”. Cross chose to ignore it this once, under the circumstances.

“Great. A kinky Confucius. Just what we needed.”

“What was that, Isadora?”

Izzy squeaked. “Me? No, that was Gemma.”

“The fuck it was, bitch!” She growled in response.

He gave them each a swat on the ass with his hand. “Zip it!
Now, I’m going to give you each five with the strap for smart-mouthing me. If it’s so intense that you can’t take it, I’ll accept a safeword from you. We’re going to use the word ‘red.’ You understand what a safeword is for?”

They both nodded unenthusiastically.

“Izzy, you first.” She automatically tensed so hard that Cross could have ricocheted a penny off her ass. He snorted. “You have to relax a little, or you’re going to hurt yourself. Shh now,” he calmed her, sliding a comforting hand over her skin. Her left cheek was still pink on one side where his hand had connected moments before. She gasped and wriggled, but eventually relaxed. He gave her five taps with the strap, each one harder than the last. The last one was almost at the strength he’d use if he was doing this with a sub he hadn’t played with before.

“Stay.”

Izzy stayed draped over his desk, breathing hard. His cock throbbed and he cursed his short-sightedness for not getting himself off before they came over. This was getting painful.

Cross moved to Gemma. She shifted from one foot to the other, eyes wide. He hooked his index fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them slowly down. Like unwrapping a present, every time. He left them just at the tops of her thighs. Izzy was watching him. He tried to keep his face impassive, but he was the kind of guy
who could admire a woman’s body all day without his enthusiasm lagging.

“No, no,” Gemma whimpered.

He gritted his teeth and struggled against the urge to unbutton his jeans and ram his cock into her. “No isn’t your safeword, girl. Is there a problem?”

Her eyes squeezed shut and she swallowed. She turned very pink. “It’s just that it’s not fair. Izzy got to keep her underwear
. Why did you pull mine down?”

“Izzy’s wearing a thong. Yours are pretty, but they were in the way.”
Cross stroked gentle fingers down her spine, over the cleft of her ass, then along the crease where her legs began. He drew lazy circles, sometimes dipping between her legs, but never quite touching her sex. She groaned, spreading her legs as far as the trap of her underwear would allow and pushed back at him. He tickled lightly where she so obviously wanted his fingers and she mewled in frustration and stomped her foot.

He toyed with her for ages, only pleased when she was panting, her hips writhing against the cold metal of his desk. Izzy’s face was so close to Gemma’s that it only took him a moment to push their heads together slightly and the kissing started on its own. Izzy gave teasing little kisses, flicking her tongue along Gemma’s lips, but her intended victim pounced, kissing Izzy back hard. Their tongues invaded each other’s mouths and Cross got so engrossed in watching, he
almost forgot what he was doing. Punishment – oh, yeah.

The intensity of the throbbing in his pants was disturbing. He readjusted himself, then smirked when Gemma whined, her body searching for his hand. Cross slipped a hand between
Gemma and the desk, stroking the top of her thighs. He spread apart her folds, having no trouble finding her clit, tucked away in this position but hard and begging for attention. The heat coming from her sex made him wonder if he should have grabbed oven mitts first.

She ground into his hand and he obliged her, wiggling his fingers until he had one positioned on each side of her clit, rubbing the sides of it and pinching slightly. He slid the strap over her ass a few times and she shuddered, moaning. His first swat he gauged at almost the full strength he’d use when warming up an experienced sub. She cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. Pleasure? She hadn’t sounded like she was suffering.

He brought the strap down on the other cheek, punishingly hard. Gemma half-screamed and half-moaned into Izzy’s mouth. He rubbed roughly between her legs for a moment then wound up and gave her two almost excessive blows with the strap. Gemma broke away from Izzy’s mouth, cursing and sobbing.

“F
uck, fuck, fuck! Please, Cross! I’m sorry. Please!”

“Please what? I still owe you one more. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” He crooned to her, stroking two fingers of his strapping hand over the welts that had risen on her pretty round posterior.

“No! Please stop, Sir. I’ll be good, I promise. It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt. Being punished isn’t supposed to be fun, remember?”

“O-okay,” she stammered. “One more, but then I need you, Sir. Please?”

“Mmm...good girl. You deserve a reward.” She nodded desperately, but he doubted they were thinking of the same prize. “Do you want to be treated like a good girl or a bad girl?”

She looked back at him, eyes wide in disbelief. He grinned evilly.

“Oh my god... I’m going to come,” she whimpered. “Bad girl.”

He drew back his arm and brought the strap down hard, the crack probably audible from the street. She cried out and thrust against his hand. Apparently not satisfied with that, she pressed her ass back against him, a silent demand for cock. His jeans were undone in seconds, and he grabbed a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. Cross traced the end of his cock up and down her slit, but she screamed at him and shoved backward, capturing the head of his cock in the entrance to her warmth. He drove into her hard, grabbing a handful of her welted flesh and squeezing. His other hand rubbed hard at her clit and a moment later she went wild beneath him, almost bucking him off as her inner walls clenched in a valiant attempt to crush his cock. He held on as she came violently beneath him, but he only lasted another couple of minutes before he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a growl he emptied into her, biting her shoulder as a second orgasm took her.

Apparently, Gemma was into pain.

He withdrew and cleaned himself off quickly, then kicked his jeans off the rest of the way. It was short work to peel Gemma up from the desk and crook a finger at Izzy to follow. Gemma was dead weight in his arms as, cradling her, he walked to the bedroom, Izzy trotting obediently at his heels. Cross slid her into bed, then stripped her entirely, took off his shirt and lay against her. Izzy slid off her dress and slipped into bed on Gemma’s other side. The two of them stroked Gemma, cuddling her until her dazed expression turned sleepy. Cross let the strokes he trailed over her stray to Izzy, as well. Izzy wriggled against Gemma to get closer to Cross.

“Are you in a bad way, little one?”

She pouted and nodded at him, squirming. Cross realized that she hadn’t spoken since he’d told them to be quiet. A feeling of warmth suffused him. He grinned at her.

“How about you? Do you want to be treated like a good girl or a bad girl?”

“Good!” she blurted. Izzy, apparently, was not into pain. Or she was just more chicken about it than Gemma. He laughed.

“Good, what?”

“Like a good girl, please Sir.” She covered her eyes with a hand, as though embarrassed she’d said it.

After stroking Gemma one more time, he watched her stretch like a cat then he crawled over her to get to Izzy. Gemma rolled onto her side and looked sleepily at her friend.

Cross pressed a firm hand down on Izzy’s chest, between her collar bones. He stared into her eyes. “You want to be treated like a good girl, so you’d better be good and stay still, understood? Otherwise I’ll assume you changed your mind.”

Her eyes widened and she nodded. He l
eft his hand where it was, holding her down firmly, as his mouth and other hand tormented her breasts. Her nipples were hard even before he got to them, and in minutes she was gasping, her body quivering in the struggle not to move. He took her mouth, shoved his tongue into it then traced the roof of her mouth with the tip. She wriggled in place and he chuckled. He released her then wedged his knees between her legs, making her open to him. Kissing his way down her body, he felt her fighting to stay still, muscles tensing and bunching. He trailed tickling fingers over her sides and she giggled, but didn’t move.

“Not fair! You’re trying to make me disobey so you can punish me!” she complained.

Cross caught one of her pebbled nipples between the pads of his fingers and squeezed until she yelped. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

Izzy gasped, her body arching under him as her eyes rolled back. He let go of her nipple, tracing around it.

It took a moment to collect herself then she shook her head and gave him a dirty look.

He sank down between her legs, pressing them apart and to her chest, making her totally vulnerable. She made a sound of complaint, but didn’t speak. Cross leaned down and spread her plumped lips apart, blowing air softly over her clit. She gasped
and tried to wriggle away. He slapped the inside of her thigh.

“I said stay!”

She squirmed for a moment then submitted. He flicked his tongue across her clit. Izzy groaned, but Cross lifted his head. Gemma looked at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do this yourself?”

Gemma looked aghast. “I-I’m straight, Cross. I don’t want to go down on a girl. Not even Izzy.”

Not even Izzy? Interesting. In Gemma’s world Izzy now had her own category. “Well you’d better get used to the idea. It won’t be long before I make you do it.”

“But what if I don’t want to? I won’t like it.”

“That just makes it hotter to watch.” He chuckled. “For now
, I want you to kiss her and touch her.” She balked. “Now.”

Gemma gave Izzy a long, unreadable look before complying.

Between the two of them touching her, and Cross’s mouth, it wasn’t long before Izzy was whining and asking to be fucked.

“If you want cock you’re going to have to entertain me.”

“What?” Izzy frowned. Her lust haze was making her slow to respond.

“I’m going to put Gemma on top of you and you’re going to lick her.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gemma’s head popped up from where she had been sucking Izzy’s neck. “What? No!” She scra
mbled backward, fast enough that her feet were on the floor before Cross caught up with her. He wrapped a hand around her arm and she struggled in vain to get away. “No, no, no! She doesn’t want to do that. You shouldn’t make her.”

“Izzy, are you against the idea?” Cross rumbled.

“I wouldn’t mind...but only if she wanted me to.” Izzy bit her lip and didn’t meet either of their gazes.

Cross pulled Gemma against him
. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She smelled like strawberries. The feeling of her soft skin against his erection was torture. He wanted to take her again. “I know it’s difficult for you, but you’re going to be a brave girl and do this for me. Yes?”

Gemma
thunked
her forehead against his chest a few times and groaned. “You’re so pushy! Does it have to be today?”

“No, if you’re too scared you can safeword.”

“Hey, I never said I was scared!”

Izzy was laughing quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Gemma demanded.

“I was just going to say that you don’t have to worry. You’re not bi until you do it to me because you want to.” Izzy covered her mouth and snickered, her eyes dancing even in the low light of the room.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Gemma grumbled. Cross urged her back toward the bed, and she allowed it. “We can try it once, I guess, but don’t expect me to like it.” She shut her eyes and pressed them with the heels of her hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Not on top, though. I’d be too embarrassed. Fuck, I’m already embarrassed.” She dropped her hands to her sides and stood beside the bed awkwardly.

Cross grabbed her up and threw her onto the bed. She squealed and landed, bouncing, beside Izzy. “Lie on your back.” Gemma heaved a sigh, but did as she was told. “Come here, Izzy.”

She knelt up on the bed beside him and Cross urged her down between Gemma’s thighs. Unbidden, Izzy trailed some tiny kisses on the inside of Gemma’s knee. Gemma gasped, her hands instinctively going to Izzy’s hair. She let go abruptly, brow furrowed. Cross chuckled – obviously she didn’t want to seem like she was encouraging this.