Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks "Room to Let-Wanted-Girl to Share" #threesome

Hello spankers! This week a special discounted menage a trois for you all - it does have some spanking in it too - SHARED is just 99c/99p for a few days only. Don't forget, it has a sequal SHARED TOO. (All available on Kindle Unlimited)

Back Cover Information

Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name. 

She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.

She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe. 

I pushed to my elbows. The word spank had been used, again. My clit quivered, the exposed flesh on my behind tingled. Every time Quinn just uttered the word spank I got a thrill in a new, uncharted part of my being. 

I heard a rustle in the box as Quinn swept one hand over the orbs of my buttocks. “I love your ass,” he said in a tender voice. “So pale and creamy, so round and soft.” 

“And here was me thinking you were a tit man,” I said, with a healthy portion of irritation. 

“With you I’m both,” he said. 

And then it hit down. A whack from something hard and solid landed on my right butt cheek. I jerked forward and cried out, surprised by the sheer force. There was nothing gentle about the way Quinn had hit me, he’d put pure male strength behind it. 

Suddenly my whole buttock was ablaze, as though it had been pierced by a thousand needles, even the air in the room felt hot against it. Then he stroked over the seared skin and soothing noises escaped his lips. “So pretty,” he said. “You’re flushing pink already, I can’t wait to see you red, red and hot.” 

I let out a quiet moan. The pain was starting to ease. 

Another blow hit down. On my left buttock this time. I bit my lip, tears sprang in my eyes. But this time the pain, the burn, radiated outward and settled its intensity in my pussy. It was as though the heat, all those needles, were darting pleasure and stimulation to where I needed it most. 

I found myself squirming, wanting more. I groaned. Bemused at the conflict between my physical and sensual being. 

“You need to say anything?” Quinn asked from behind me. “You need to use any words, Ariane?” 

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head against the pillow. 

He slid his fingers down the crack of my butt cheeks and over my anus. I felt so hot, so wet, so supersensitive. He found my pussy and pushed in two fingers and began to fret at my G-spot again. 

I moaned and arched to his touch even as I was thinking I wouldn’t survive this. It was so concentrated, so intense. 

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