Ashley turned her head away. She didn’t want to watch this, especially with Dare sitting right here. Embarrassment burned through her.

“Don’t you like the movie?” he asked.

“Not really.”

“Call me Mr. Gallagher tonight.”

Oh, God. Her embarrassment burned hotter, as if she were a teenager who’d been caught watching porn.

“Ashley, turn your head and watch the movie.”

She heard the woman’s moans increasing and she wanted to watch … to see the two men driving their cocks into her … then she wanted Mr. Gallagher to do the same thing to her.

But she couldn’t look. Because then she’d have trouble holding back.

“No, Mr. Gallagher.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You’re refusing?”

She just nodded.

His expression turned stern. “I told you to watch.”

She sucked in a breath, reconsidering her position, but then she shook her head.

He grasped her shoulders and stood up, pulling her to her feet with him.

“I told you there would be consequences if you disobeyed me.” He marched her behind the couch then pressed on her back until she was leaning forward, just like the woman on the screen. Ashley grabbed the back of the couch to keep her balance, then …

She felt cold air on her ass as he flipped her skirt up out of the way. Facing this way, the screen was in front of her so she saw the three people on the screen, the woman with a cock in her mouth and another driving into her from behind.

Then she felt the sting of Mr. Gallagher’s hand slapping her ass. It was … invigorating. He slapped again and she felt her flesh heat. His fingers glided over her behind … soothing … then his hand lifted and connected with her ass again. This time, she whimpered as he stroked her, the pain mixed with pleasure from his touch.

She found herself staring at the TV, watching the woman pull the big cock from her mouth, her hand tightly around the base, and moan as the man behind thrust into her. The woman’s eyes closed and she moaned her release.

Ashley’s insides tensed and she longed for the same release.

“What do you want right now, Ashley?” Mr. Gallagher asked.

“I want you to…” But she bit back the rest of the sentence. She couldn’t tell him she wanted him to drive into her just like the man on the screen was doing.

“Tell me,” he demanded sharply.

“I want you to … touch me.”

His hand slapped across her naked ass again. She started and turned to stare over her shoulder with wide eyes.

“That’s not what you were going to say.” Then his fingers stroked between her thighs and over the crotch of her panties.

Oh, God, she was soaking wet and he had to feel it. He could tell she was turned on.

“But I’ll let it go this time.”

He smacked her again. Then he stroked her molten folds through the silk of her panties again.