Chasing Emily [Duoterra 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jennifer Denys Page B

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    “Can you do that faster? I can’t hold her much longer. Ow.” One of her fists connected with Robin’s face.
    Looking over at them, Finn suggested, “I think our new wife needs to learn the lesson that we are in charge.”
    Struggling to contain her, despite his superior size, Robin queried sarcastically, “Oh yes? And how the hell are we going to do that?”
    Finn sauntered over to them, having finished closing out all the curious townsfolk and ignoring the hammering on the door. He stood in front of them, hands on his hips eyeing the woman thrashing around and the harassed man trying to hold her. “Well now. I think I know just the thing.”
    He grinned, and Robin frowned wondering what Finn was about to suggest. It was an evil grin.
    “I think our wife deserves a good spanking.”
    That even stunned Emily, and she stopped struggling so suddenly Robin staggered back a step, nearly dropping her as he did.
    “You have to be kidding. Spank Emily?”
    Finally pulling free of Robin as he took in Finn’s astonishing suggestion, Emily held her arms up to hold both men off. “Either one of you lays a hand on me and I will emasculate him!”
    Emily was looking at Robin as she said this so she didn’t see Finn silently indicate to Robin to grab her arms again. When she turned her head to Finn, Robin did as he was bade and took hold of her again.
    “No, don’t you dare,” she squealed resisting even more fiercely this time now that she knew what was in store for her.
    As she fought ferociously to get free, Finn cleared a space around a table. Robin wondered for a second if it was the same table that he had caught them having sex on earlier. But it didn’t matter anymore. She was his wife, even if he had to share her with Finn, and after their little talk, he was somehow more at peace with the idea.
    “Right, bring her over here. Place her facedown, but hold onto her, or she’ll get free.”
    “Christ, Finn. It’s not so easy.” He was panting heavily with the exertion of being her jailer but did as requested, and soon they had her positioned over the table, Finn holding her buttocks tightly to keep her still while avoiding her kicking legs and Robin holding her arms stretched out in front of her.
    “You are both dead men. I swear it.”
    Robin was beginning to get concerned. Was she really that angry? Despite knowing her for years, he knew she was complex. “Finn, we can’t do this. What about the baby?”
    “We’re not going to abuse her. Just show her who is in charge. The baby will be fine.”
    As he said this, Finn moved back a pace, and raising her skirt, he laid the first of the spankings he had promised on her.
    “Owwwwww.”
    Robin was shocked. It seemed awfully hard, and Emily was screaming loudly. As Finn continued to slap her, he queried in worry, “Is she all right?”
    “No, I’m not. You fucking bastards.” Emily nearly got an arm free, and Robin had to be careful not to let his grip loosen again.
    Finn chuckled. “Oh, she is just peachy. And for that insult she gets some more.” He laid four more hits on her backside. All the time she was kicking out with her legs trying to get free. Finn had to be careful to avoid getting hit himself. “Stop it, Emily, or we’ll continue this in front of everyone outside.”
    With that threat, she did stop, and Robin nearly breathed a sigh of relief.
    She raised her head, and he could see her expression. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He could have sworn she looked like she was amused by them. But that didn’t tally with her insults. “You do that, and I’ll stick a hot poker up you one dark and stormy night.”
    Laughing at her comment, Finn bent forward to rub her back. “Oh, my love. We are going to have such a fun marriage.”
    Robin looked at them in amazement, and a small part of him started to unwind. She didn’t seem like an abused woman. In fact, apart from struggling to get free, her body seemed quite relaxed. God,