against his flesh while Blake called me every name under the sun. For the final strike, I tossed the magazine aside and clapped my bare palm down against his ass as hard as I could.
"You sadistic motherfucker!" he yelled at me, but there was a hint of amusement to his tone which told me well enough that he'd been happy to take this punishment. No doubt he knew he deserved it.
I moved away from him with the beast in me settling just a little. But punishing Blake didn't come close to satisfying my cravings and as my gaze met Tatum's sapphire blues, I could see she knew that too.
I moved to take a wooden chair from the side of the room and placed it down before her then lowered myself into it slowly. The others were all watching us with keen interest, and I knew they were curious about this side of me, wondering if they wanted to share in it or not and I welcomed their hungry eyes on our movements.
I didn't need to say anything. Tatum knew what I needed and she stood slowly, sliding her sweatpants off and stepping out of them before pulling her shirt over her head and tossing that aside too. She was wearing a sheer navy bra which showed her hard nipples through the material but had paired it with a red thong and as her eyes met mine, I knew that the mismatch was intended to rile me. How often had she been wearing unpaired sets, hoping I would get her clothes off and find it, punish her for it?
I ground my jaw to keep from mentioning it and she dutifully moved to lay across my lap as I spread my legs wide to support her better.
She took hold of the chair legs beneath me to brace herself as her golden hair spilled down towards the floor and I ran my fingertips along her spine gently, loving the feeling of her shivering at my touch.
As my hand made it to her ass, I couldn't resist the urge to slide my fingers over her thong, following the material down the valley between her ass cheeks until I found slick, wet material and her swollen pussy. I drew the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside her, wondering how much of this was for Nash and how much in anticipation of this punishment because I knew she needed this release just as much as I did.
Tatum moaned breathlessly, murmuring my name and making something in my chest settle as she fell to my commands so simply.
"You are our queen. We will worship you and covet you and love you with the might of the monsters we are. But we are monsters. And we are a family. Which means that there must be consequences for failing us. Do you agree that you deserve this punishment?" I asked her roughly.
"Yes," she breathed, and it didn't escape my notice that there was a moan in there too.
But I didn't even care if she enjoyed this. If she derived pleasure from her punishments, then all the better. It would just make the message I was delivering to her more memorable.
I dipped my fingers in and out a few more times, listening to her moans before I drew them out suddenly and spanked her hard. The cry that escaped her lips was all pleasure and a groan of longing drew my attention back up to my brothers watching us as she panted, "One," and began to count.
Kyan was unashamedly pumping his cock as he watched the show I was putting on and Nash looked like he was only a moment from doing the same while Blake watched with wild eyes from his position still tied on the bed with his ass in the air. He wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it if he wanted to stroke his own dick and I smirked at him as I went back to caressing our girl.
"It isn't really fair that Monroe be denied his release when you're the one at fault," I mused, dipping my fingers back into her heat again.
"It's not," Tatum agreed breathlessly and I jerked my chin to beckon him closer.
He only hesitated for a second as I took a handful of Tatum's hair and lifted her head for him. She opened her mouth obligingly and I watched hungrily as Monroe pushed his pants down so that his solid cock could spring free.
Tatum leaned towards him, licking