My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"What?! No! You guys wouldn't do that would you?"

"Did you feel how intense your org*sm was? I can guarantee that wasn't just the two of us. It was hard to concentrate on anything else with you sprawled all over the desk like that. The image of you leaning forward ready for me, tight little ass in the air." He groans, and I hear other faint, muffled sounds in the back of my head, but Cam's hand moving erases the thoughts immediately. "I hope my hand print lasts long enough to show it off." He gripped my butt with just enough force to remind me exactly where he spanked me.

"Do you really have work to do in here or was it just an excuse to get me alone?" I ask shifting sideways to sit across his lap and look at him. I'm tracing the patterns of the tattoos that are now on his arms and he is gliding his fingertips up my spine causing goosebumps to raise all over my body.

"Would you be upset if I said both, but more the latter?" He has his chin tucked and his eyes are focused where my hands are on his arm.

"No, I'm not upset. More curious about the location. Why not take me upstairs and tell Kota to find another place to nap?"

I think Oliver will take to it better than Kota ever did now that we have him too. But this is my space, for lack of a better

at him. He can be so intense and serious, but when his sweet side comes out, it's just as intense and I just melt. I lean in to give him a kiss, which escalates quickly. I manage

you actually do in here?" He smiles and gives me another small,

threw me on the desk. He tried a few times to show me how he works, but he would not keep his hands to himself and I was not about to stop him. His touch set fire through my whole body, they all

had me pinned against the door at one point. His dominating personality shone through in every way. Sometimes rough

velin?

over my head since mine ended up in shreds on the floor. I tuck my head in the crook of his neck as he carries me to the elevator to our floor. I don't hear any voices or sounds.