🍒
It was almost cute, really, that she thought they’d let her get away with flirting with another man in front of them. They’d sent her up to the bar to fetch the next round of drinks and when a man came to stand beside her, she had spent much longer than she should have twirling her hair and giggling and looking up at him through her eyelashes. When she bit her lip and smiled, both James and Chase recognised it as her fuck-me smile. James started to stand, but Chase stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Let her have her fun,” he said. “She’ll pay for it later.”
James relented and settled back in his seat, but when Emma returned to their table with her new-found friend following her, even Chase, usually so laid-back, had to raise his eyebrows. Emma pressed her lips together, but it did nothing to hide her trouble-making smile. “This is Matt,” she said, and god, if they had been at a BDSM club instead of a vanilla bar, Chase would have thrown her over his knee right then and there. “I needed a hand carrying our drinks.”
“Thanks, Matt,” James said, his smile dangerously polite. “We’d invite you to sit, but we need to give our girl here a talking to.”
Both of Matt’s eyebrows raised and Emma’s cheeks turned a dark pink. “Uh, sure,” Matt said. He put the drinks down and half-turned to Emma. “Can I, uh—can I give you my number?”
Emma’s gaze flicked to Chase to James and to Chase again before finally settling back on Matt. “Sure,” she said, because, oh, their girl was playing with fire tonight. “I’d like that.”
Chase smirked. He handed Matt a pen so he could scribble his number on a napkin. Matt left, with one last lingering glance at Emma. When Emma sat, Chase curled his hand around the back of her neck and squeezed. “You little fucking brat,” he said, voice pitched low and dangerous.
She blinked at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “I just needed help—”
“Don’t even try it,” he said. He took a sip of his drink, then stood up. “James, my love, I’m going to go settle the bill. Keep an eye on our girl, will you? Keep her from whoring herself around.” He bent down to kiss Emma, slow and deep. “Some little sluts just can’t seem to keep their legs shut without supervision.”
The drive home was quiet. James drove, with Chase in the front seat and Emma in the back. Chase turned the radio on, then glanced back at Emma. She had her legs tight together and her hands clasped demurely in her lap—as if that pretty little picture would fool them. “Trying to pretend you’re not a naughty little girl?” he asked softly. She bit her lip and squirmed in her seat and he turned to face forward again, grinning. James put his hand on Chase’s knee and squeezed; Chase could see a small smile playing on his lips.
The moment they got home, Chase pulled Emma to him and kissed her so hard she whimpered. He pushed his hand up the back of her short skirt and squeezed her ass. After James locked the front door, he stood behind Emma and Chase moved his hand so James could grind his cock against Emma’s ass, his hands tight on her hips.
“He wanted you,” Chase said, voice so low it was almost a growl. He nipped at Emma’s lower lip. “He wanted to fuck you, wanted to get his dick wet. You looked perfect for it, didn’t you? Short little skirt barely covering your ass.” He slapped her thigh and the sound of the smack echoed in the living room. “What did you want, baby?” He kissed her again. He kept it gentle and sweet, a mocking contrast to his words. “Did you want him to bend you over and take you? Want him to shove you onto your knees and smear your lipstick all over his cock?”
“Poor guy,” James said. “He was so sure he’d be getting lucky tonight.” He bit the side of Emma’s neck and she arched forward into Chase with a whine. “It’s not polite to tease men like that, little girl.”
“We should have let him fuck you,” Chase said. “Made you bend over and spread yourself as an apology.”
But James was shaking his head. “You keep forgetting what a slut our girl is,” he said. “She would’ve liked it too much.”
“True.” Chase stepped away from Emma and walked into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt on his way. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something else in mind.”
When he stepped back into the living room, he found James had stripped off Emma’s top and bra, leaving her in her slutty little skirt and heels. He squeezed one of her breasts, then, at his command, she got onto the coffee table and balanced on her hands and knees. Her tits hung heavily under her and Chase knew that if he walked behind her, her skirt wouldn’t be covering anything. “Nice choice,” he said.
James looked up and grinned when he saw what Chase was holding. “Same to you,” he said. He rubbed a hand over Emma’s back. “Look what Daddy’s got for you, babygirl.”
She raised her head and her eyes instantly fell on the plug and lube Chase was carrying. “Oh god,” she said, her voice a little girl’s whine. “No, I don’t want—Daddy, do I have to?”
Chase put two fingers under her chin and tilted it up. He pressed the tip of the plug between her lips. “Yeah, you have to,” he said. “You want to act like a slut, we’ll treat you like a slut.” He pulled the plug from her mouth and walked around behind her, where, sure enough, her pussy and ass were on full display. “And sluts get their asses plugged and fucked.”
my corner 