17. Zane

17

ZANE

A rcher paces around his room, his footsteps heavy and agitated. "I can't believe her," he mutters, running a hand through blond locks. "Who does she think she is, flirting with Cameron right in front of us? She needs to be reminded who she belongs to."

I lean against the doorway, watching him pace. "She may be up to her old tricks again," I offer. "She's trying to make us jealous and possessive."

Archer stops pacing and looks at me, his gray eyes sharp. "You're right. Of course, that's what she's doing. Looks like it might be time she understands her place again."

I nod, feeling a surge of agreement. "Let's have her come over tonight. We'll show her who's really in charge."

Archer's lips curl into a dark smile. "Yeah, we'll make sure she remembers exactly who she belongs to."

I pull out my phone and start typing a message to Lyric, my fingers moving quickly over the screen. As I hit Send , a thrill of anticipation runs through me. Tonight, we'll put her back in her place.

Archer has to leave for class after I send the text, so I head back to my room so I can clear my head with some video games. I don't have any classes for the rest of the day, so I have plenty of time to come up with a few ideas for how to make sure Lyric knows her place.

Lyric walks through the door at half past six, Archer right behind her. Her eyes meet mine. "What's this about?" she asks.

"You've been a naughty girl," I murmur, fixing her with a level gaze. "It's time you remember who you belong to. We don't like it when you flirt with people in front of us."

Lyric licks her lips. "What are you going to do to me?"

I tilt her chin up with one finger. "First, you're going to be spanked. Then we're going to edge you for the same amount of time as the class you were in, so one hour. If you can keep from coming for that full hour, you will be forgiven."

A whimper slips past her lips and her hand flies to her chest. "Yes, Daddy," she murmurs.

"Take off your clothes," Archer orders, eyes laser-focused on the girl in front of us. "I'm going to give you twenty licks."

Lyric's cheeks flush. "Yes, Sir," she says, voice soft. She obeys, stripping out of her clothing with little fanfare and Archer has her lie across his lap.

I step back, content to watch as Archer begins with a sharp strike across her bare cheeks. Lyric tenses up but stays quiet, as though determined not to break.

Archer gives her another three in quick succession. "Count them," he orders. "Or I'll add one every time you fail to count."

"Four!" Lyric calls out, the word barely escaping her before she slams her mouth shut again. Archer's hand comes down once more. "Five!"

She stays tensed up through strikes six through nine, but by ten, she starts to breathe harder and by the time she's at twelve, she's starting to break.

Her ass is cherry red, handprints marking up her backside all over, spread from one side to the other in equal measure. It's such a turn-on that I find myself already harder than granite, so I pull myself out of my jeans to relieve the pressure.

Sixteen through twenty happen in quick succession and by the end, Lyric is sobbing. Archer pulls her upright and folds her against his chest, soothing her with whispered praise and gentle strokes along her back.

After she calms down, she looks up at him. "Are you still going to edge me?" she asks, lashes damp from her tears.

"Do you want me to?" Archer turns the question back on her.

"Yes," Lyric says. "Please. I want you to forgive me."

"This is only for the flirting," he warns her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she says again, nodding in emphasis.

I pull her out of Archer's arms and lay her on the bed before reaching for some soft, silken ropes to bind her hands above her head.

"We're going to use anything and everything we want on you," I tell her. "If you behave and don't get off, you'll be rewarded. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," Lyric whispers, her voice barely audible. She's trembling, but I can see from here that her pussy is already glistening with slick. She's not even trying to hide how turned on she is by the challenge.

"I'm going to start the timer now," Archer says, holding up his phone to show her the screen.

I add, "If you need us to stop, the safe word is Cassette," before pulling out another toy from beneath the bed. The vibrator is small, shaped like a teardrop and I run it over her folds, clicking the button to increase the speed to a medium level.

Lyric whines, rutting against the toy as I roll it against her clit, then down to tease her entrance. There's no rule about moving. She can move as much or as little as she wants. The only rule is that she can't get off until the hour is up. It's incredible to watch as she writhes against the toy, especially when I click the speed up higher, rubbing it harder against her.

Pushing it inside her, I twist and tease it against her inner walls, brushing over the spot that has her crying out and throwing her head back. She clenches, drawing her knees up and shakes her head vigorously, as though trying to keep herself from falling over the edge. It's satisfying to watch as she chooses to ignore her body's innate need and instead forces herself to hold off.

The game continues and I switch from the vibrator to using my fingers and my tongue for a while as the timer counts down. At the half-hour mark, Archer takes over for me, using a rose vibrator on her bud as she pants and moans, trying to stave off the inevitable. She's doing better than I expected and some part of me feels as though my walls are breaking down with each minute that passes, losing my deep-seated anger.

Lyric starts to slow around the forty-five-minute mark, body flagging from exhaustion. She barely manages a lazy roll of her hips as Archer fingers her dripping pussy. "Fifteen minutes left," I tell her, stroking a thigh as I come to sit next to her. "I want your mouth on my cock, baby. Can you turn your head for me?"

She complies willingly, turning to face me as I offer her my throbbing hard length. She parts her lips and I slip inside, relishing the heat of her mouth as I slowly slide in and out.

"You're doing great," Archer tells her, teasing her clit with skilled fingers. "Just ten more minutes."

Lyric's face is flushed red, her curls askew and tear-marks streaked across her face. She looks like a mess in the most gorgeous way. I rub my thumb over her lower lip as she sucks on me, moaning around me every time Archer's finger pushes deep inside her.

She can't possibly be enjoying the slow torment any longer, but she still perseveres, putting her all into the last seven minutes of the punishment. She looks more broken than I've ever seen her before and some part of me is satisfied at that—at finally being allowed to see the not-so-bottled-up side of Lyric that she keeps hidden from everyone around her.

Even in high school, she always made herself seem so resilient, so strong. She was the girl from the wrong side of the tracks who didn't need anyone's help.

But seeing her now, like this? It's somehow both titillating and gratifying all at once. The cracks are showing through her armor and it turns out that Lyric isn't quite as untouchable as she seems.

Four minutes remain on the clock as Lyric's tongue works over my length, running along the vein on the underside, sending sparks down my spine. "Oh, God," I call out, feeling myself getting closer. "Just like that, Songbird. Don't stop."

Her mouth feels velvety warm on me. Liquid heat coils in my gut tighter and tighter until I feel as though I'm on the verge of exploding. One hand tangles in her hair as I thrust into her once, twice more before releasing down her throat.

"Lyric!" I cry out, closing my eyes in bliss. For this one moment, I can imagine that things are different, imagine that nothing transpired between us and this is another warm, lazy summer day at the beach with her as we explore each other's body.

But it all comes crashing down when the timer goes off and I open my eyes, harshly reminded of reality. Lyric's body goes limp, and I pull away, immediately going for the silken ropes that bind her wrists, untying them quickly.

Archer helps her sit upright and presses a bottle of water into her hands, encouraging her to drink it. She looks at us with slow blinks, as though not quite back in her own head. I massage her wrists, encouraging circulation back into them as Archer kisses her neck.

"You did so well, Songbird," Archer murmurs. "You held off the entire time. Even when you were close, you didn't let yourself come. You're all forgiven now."

"I did good?" Lyric asks, her voice soft.

"Very good," I praise her, stroking a hand over her cheek. The door handle clicks at that moment, and Lyric looks up, panic in her eyes as she struggles against Archer's hold, but Levi slips inside and she relaxes once more.

"Looks like you guys were having fun without me," Levi scolds. Lyric bites her lip, worry in her eyes.