Free Whats Your Pleasure by Marie Haynes

swear to you, I will never touch you again. I have never forced a woman to do anything, and I don’t intend to start now,” he promised quietly. Vince silently prayed she would agree to this intervention.
    After a full minute, Joe looked up at him. “I want to tell you, but I just can’t. I’m terrified,” she admitted.
    “Then trust me,” he encouraged.
    When she nodded, he kissed her.
    “Joe, you’ll be stronger and happier when we get through this. You’re not alone. Nathan and I are here for you,” he promised then glanced at Nathan.
    Nathan flexed his muscles and placed a straight-backed wooden chair in the centre of the room. He sat on it, spread his legs slightly and said, “I’m ready.”
    “Ready for what?” she cried, her voice squeaking slightly, her eyes wide with renewed fear.
    Rather than answering her, Vince dragged her over to Nathan. The man reached for her and pulled her across his lap, her skirt once again pushed up over her hips.
    “You can’t be serious,” she babbled.
    Vincent knelt in front of her, looking at her eye to eye. “You agreed to trust me, remember? If you really want us to stop, we will. But this is for your own good, and deep down inside, you know it.”
    “You bastard!” she yelled, kicking her legs wildly.
    But she didn’t tell them to stop.
    “What are you hiding?” he asked quietly.
    Resolutely, she clamped her lips closed. But he could see, beneath her defiance, her desperate desire to release demons, to confess, to be free.
    Somehow, Vincent knew the simple threat of a spanking wouldn’t be enough to help her break her silence.
    He looked up at Nathan and nodded. He watched her eyes widen as Nathan’s hand came down heavily on her white ass. She wiggled and squirmed, kicked and yelled, but Nathan’s strong arm held her in place, and his broad hand rained down blows. When he felt she’d had enough, Vincent again nodded to Nathan.
    Wiping away her tears, Vince questioned her again.
    “What are you hiding, Joe?”
    Maintaining her silence, she raised her head and glared at him.
    He saw her need, but he also saw her fear and the stubbornness in her eyes. Vince sighed and glanced at his friend.
    Again, the blows rained down on her now rosy ass. Standing up, Vince felt his cock harden. The sight of Joe’s kicking legs and red bottom could not have been more beautiful. He felt a twinge of guilt hearing her cries, but knew he had to get her to open up to him.
    “So what brought this on?” Nathan casually asked, continuing his assault.
    “We were, as one would say, ‘in the heat of the moment’ when she freaked out,” Vince answered.
    “Like the last time?”
    “Yeah, but more emotional.”
    “Interesting,” Nathan commented.
    When Joe’s squealing diminished to sobs, and her rosy pink bum had shifted to fiery red, Vince kneeled before her again.
    “ Wanna talk yet?” he asked, his hand on her head.
    “No,” she whimpered.
    Vince nodded. “I knew those demons of yours had thrown up some pretty powerful barriers. But even if they won’t let you talk, maybe they’ll let you use your mouth for something.”
    Vincent stood, still grasping her hair. He felt her tense, readying her body for the next onslaught.
    Positioning himself in front of her, he and Nathan exchanged a quick grin. Rather than continue with the spanking, Nathan began massaging her nether lips, stroking the petals of her flower. Obviously surprised, Joe tilted her head back and opened her mouth slightly—just the effect Vince had hoped for. Quickly, he slipped his hardened rod between her parted lips. Too shocked to resist, Joe opened wider, accommodating his length.
    “I think she’s enjoying herself,” Nathan commented.
    “Apparently you are, too,” Vince answered, watching Nathan plunge first one, then two, then three fingers into Joe’s tunnel. Feeling the warm wetness of her mouth and viewing her reddened ass, seeing her squirm against Nathan’s legs, proved almost more