Theirs to Protect - Julia Sykes Page 0,10

cock slid over her tongue, easing into her throat as I pushed a little deeper into her ass. Her whimper vibrated along his dick, and he bit out a curse.

“It’s supposed to burn, babygirl,” I explained. “You’re being punished. Naughty girls get their asses fucked. Daddy won’t play with your clit until you’re very sore and sorry for teasing us.” My hand cracked across her thigh for emphasis, and a wash of wet heat warmed my balls.

Fuck, my girl was so perfect. Even when we denied her pleasure, she reveled in my discipline. She craved the correction, the attention. She needed my particular, perverse brand of affection. “So perfect,” I rumbled, petting the heated skin where I’d spanked her. “Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s discipline. Joseph, I think our girl has something she wants to say to us.” I addressed him without diverting my attention from her. “Let her apologize.”

He tugged the blindfold from her eyes as he pulled out of her mouth. In the same breath, he removed the clamps from her nipples. She released a ragged cry, and I saw stars when her inner muscles contracted around my dick.

I stilled inside her, sucking in shallow breaths through bared teeth as I ruthlessly pushed back my orgasm. I wouldn’t come before she did, and I didn’t intend to allow her release just yet.

Joseph made soft shushing sounds as he soothed her throbbing nipples with featherlight caresses. A broken little sob hitched in her throat, and she clenched around me again. Another rush of heat over my thighs betrayed her intense arousal. She loved the pain Joseph gave her. She loved pleasing him, and she fully accepted every piece of his soul, even the dark parts.

She stared up at him, and his aquamarine eyes glittered with hunger as he looked down into her beatific face. “I’m sorry for teasing you, Sir,” she said softly, the words slightly slurred and lust-drunk. His fist tightened in her hair, and he direct her to turn her head, so I could see her in profile. Her lush lips parted on little panting breaths, and she met my eyes as best she could. “I’m sorry for teasing you, Daddy.”

I traced the length of her spine, communicating my satisfaction with her apology. “I forgive you, princess.”

“You’re being so good for us, angel.” Joseph redirected her mouth to his dick. “So good,” he groaned as she sucked him deep. Keeping his grip on her hair, he started fucking her face. She relaxed into his harsh hold, eagerly submitting to his every demand.

Desire flooded my body in a rush, and I penetrated her to the hilt. Joseph threw his head back on a roar, pushing into her throat as he came. She swallowed him down, greedy for everything he gave her. She quivered in my hold, and the sight of their ecstatic power exchange drove me to the brink.

My fingers sank into her hip, digging into her soft flesh hard enough to bruise. A feral snarl raked up my throat, and I drove into her hard and deep, claiming every part of her like a mindless, hungry beast.

Joseph withdrew from her mouth. His crystalline eyes were fixed on her lovely face, shining with awe as he stroked his long fingers through her silken hair. His chest rose and fell on heaving breaths in the aftermath of the exertion and intensity of fucking her.

He’d been cruel in his unyielding demands, but he was so tender with her now. Love glowed in his pale eyes like an incandescent, worshipful light. He belonged to her, completely and irrevocably.

And they both belonged to me. I needed them to belong to me. My family. My future. I wouldn’t allow anyone to take them from me. I wouldn’t allow anyone to take this perfect, peaceful joy from them.

A wave of possessiveness swelled, surging through me in a burst of aggressive strength. I slammed into Ashlyn’s petite body, and my burning gaze locked on Joseph like a vise. “Mine.”

A strangled cry burst from Ashlyn’s lips, and Joseph’s eyes flared with something I couldn’t comprehend. I was too far gone, lost in need and desperation to hold on to them both.

My grip on Ashlyn’s hip firmed, anchoring her in place for my harsh claim. Another rough shout rang through our bedroom, and her back arched as she released the animal cry. My fingers tangled in her hair, restraining her more tightly.

“Marco.” I didn’t register the urgency in Joseph’s low, fierce tone.

I kept him chained in