Their Virgin Mistress, Page 21

  “Do it, sweetheart,” Rory encouraged. “Or I might need a few swats myself.”

  She hurried over because an erotic spanking really sounded better than a spanking spanking. Callum looked like a decadent dream sitting there wearing nothing but his dress slacks. He was covered in lean muscles. All three of her men were powerful, stunning, virile. She could practically swim in the testosterone floating in the air.

  Her men. They were hers for the night. She couldn’t think past the next few hours and she wasn’t going to waste them feeling anxious. She wasn’t really afraid of Callum. He wouldn’t truly harm her. Yes, it might sting, but even the thought of his hand on her bare butt… No denying that turned her on more.

  “All right.” She gave him a shaky nod.

  Callum held out his hand to steady her. “Excellent. Choose your safe word. If the sensations become too much, you say that word and everything stops. Do you understand?”

  She wasn’t sure she wanted anything to stop. Despite her reservations, she was rapidly discovering she liked having them stare at her, intent and focused and on edge. She felt more powerful giving them her submission than she ever had. Her mind whirled as she tried to come up with some odd word that she wouldn’t normally say in an intimate situation. “Football.”

  Callum tugged her close with a grin. “Perfect.”

  Tori managed the awkward climb over his lap. She had to force herself to breathe. His cock prodded her belly as his hand settled on the small of her back. The other rested between her shoulders. His hold might seem casual but she wasn’t getting up until he allowed it. Suddenly, she felt cool air—and their hungry gazes—all over her ass. Had she ever been so vulnerable? Defenseless? She couldn’t do anything to defend herself in this position, yet she still felt safe.

  “This is the most gorgeous backside I’ve ever seen.” Callum stroked her curves with his big hand, spreading heat through her system. He trailed his fingertips down her thighs, then teased his way back up again, brushing so close to the juncture. She gasped.

  The waiting was going to kill her. He was stroking her butt, gently petting her and making her insane. She needed more than this slow discovery. Her pussy was clenching with need, and Callum was taking his sweet time.

  Rory knelt beside her, cupping her chin and forcing her head up. He skated his thumb along her bottom lip. “This is a foolish question, but I’ll ask it anyway. Has anyone fucked this luscious mouth?”

  She flushed. “Oliver.”

  “Naturally. It’s my turn then. I want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart,” Rory said, his voice a low, sexy rumble. “I’ve had dreams about it.”

  Tori wanted to taste him, to know what it felt like to run her tongue across his sensitive crest, suck her way up his stiff shaft, and feel him shudder with need. “I want that. I want it all.”

  “I think it’s safe to say we’ll push some boundaries,” Callum said. “Starting now.”

  She heard the smack before she felt it. The sound hit her ears, short and sharp. A second later, pure fire licked along her flesh. She squealed in protest, then squirmed on Callum’s lap. It stung like hell. Where was the erotic in that?

  Another hard smack. “Don’t move. Give it a minute before you spit out that safe word.”

  She shivered, tears blurring her vision as he smacked her ass again, and she writhed, trying to worm away from his next blow.

  “I don’t think she likes it,” Oliver said.

  “It takes a minute.” Callum’s hand was still on her ass, rubbing hard, settling fire under her skin. “If she’ll let it, the pain will become pleasure.”

  Was he for real?

  Tori took a deep, coping breath and tried to manage the hurt that flared where he’d already spanked her. Callum’s hand came down again, and this time she didn’t fight it. She opened herself up and let the pain rush across her nerve endings and sink into her senses. He struck her again, and the agony blooming under her skin suddenly morphed into a deep heat. He rubbed into her with the flat of his palm. It settled in her core. A rush of fresh arousal made her shudder.

  “I think you should let her up. This isn’t working.” Oliver sounded concerned.

  Before Callum could reply, she lifted her head. Oliver needed to let her have this moment with Callum. Nothing would work between them if they didn’t respect each other’s boundaries. “It’s working fine, Oliver. Be quiet. I can’t think when you’re talking.”

  A much sharper slap to her already sore rear cheek made her gasp. Callum had meant that blow. “No disrespect. Even when one of us is acting like a prat. But there’s my girl. Pretty sub. I knew you were there.” Another smack, this one lighter. “You like this.”

  “I don’t know yet.” She couldn’t admit it that quickly.

  Smack. Harder again. Louder. Callum hit her ass dead center, right between her cheeks. “I think you’re lying.”

  She probably didn’t want to know what he would do if he knew she was. “I-I do like it. I’m just not used to it yet.”

  He peppered another volley of little smacks across her backside.

  “How can you tell she likes it?” Oliver asked, stroking a soothing hand over her calf.

  “Show him,” Rory ordered.

  “Touch her. Her mouth might lie, but her pussy never will.” Callum spread her legs.

  Before she could protest she felt Oliver’s big fingers sliding through her sex.

  “She’s quite wet.” Oliver’s voice deepened as he worked two fingers inside her. He rotated them and it was all Tori could do not to move against him.

  “And she’s obedient.” Callum’s hand on the small of her back held her steady. “Is it hard to be still, love? Do you want to thrust back and fuck those big fingers of Oliver’s?”

  She wanted to scream in frustration, but managed to hold still—barely. She was determined to win this little game Callum played. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want to do.”

  Callum’s hand tightened on her back. “So the spanking got you all hot and bothered and ready to fuck.”

  She wasn’t the only one. She could feel his cock practically pulsing against her belly. “Yes, but I’m not going to steal an orgasm. I’ve never stolen anything.”

  She was well aware that she sounded far more prim than any woman who was naked across one brother’s lap while a second finger fucked her and the third waited for his blow job should, but it was true. She wasn’t a thief and she wouldn’t start now.

  “Then consider this one freely given, love,” Callum offered. “Oliver, let’s get her in a better position for this.”

  She nearly cried when those fingers pulled free. Empty. She’d been close to release and now she was tight and empty again. Callum maneuvered her until she was sitting upright on his lap. He shifted, moving his knees wide, which spread her legs as well, opening her completely to Oliver and Rory’s gaze.

  “Do you see how helpful having a partner or two can be now, Ollie?” Rory asked. He squeezed her shoulder before brushing his way down to cradle her breast while Oliver moved between her legs.

  All three men had their hands on her. She was caught between them and she’d never felt more cherished in her life. It suddenly didn’t matter that she was naked and they weren’t. She felt strong as Oliver kneeled down. Her whole body thrummed in anticipation.

  “It is extremely helpful. Hold her down, brother. I need a good taste of this.” He bent toward her, and Tori felt the heat from his mouth on her pussy.

  “Get her ready because we’re not stopping until we’ve all had our fill.” Callum’s deep voice vibrated in her ear as he rolled her nipples between his thick fingers. “Enjoy this because you’re serving Rory next.”

  She glanced at Rory, who was shoving his slacks off, exposing the gasp-worthy length of his body. He was stunning. Every inch of his body was muscled and cut, from his broad shoulders to a lean and tapered waist that led to strong legs. She had to catch her breath when she saw his cock. He watched her gape at him, his big dick in hand. He stroked himself, clearly impatient for the moment she took him into her mouth. She had no idea how she would get that cock all the way in, but she was more than willing to try.

  She had one night and she was going to make the most of it. She planned to make as many memories of these men as she could.

  Oliver licked around her folds, teased her opening, then laved her clit. Pure fire roared through her system. Callum chose that exact moment to pinch her nipples, and she couldn’t stop the pleading groan that came from her throat.

  Oliver worked her with his clever tongue, flicking all around and keeping her off balance as Callum played with her sensitive crests, engorging them with more blood. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but ride the growing wave. Oliver dipped his fingers inside her again, curling the digits up and rubbing just the right way as his tongue found the nub of her clit and stroked it relentlessly.

  Tori stiffened under Oliver’s ministrations, arched, dug her nails into Callum’s thighs, and turned a pleading glance to Rory.

  “Come, sweetheart.”

  Rory’s soft command somehow set her off. Orgasm exploded through her system, and she couldn’t contain her keening cry, and pleasure jolted her entire system, tightening every muscle and rendering her absolutely helpless under their touch.

  Oliver kept at her, licking and stroking like he was a starving man, and she was his first meal in weeks. The euphoria rose higher, and she shouted as the sensation shot through her again. Her whole body seemed swept up in an endless charge of bliss.

  Finally, the tension fell, seeping out, leaving satisfaction in its wake. She slumped against Callum’s chest, her blood pounding even as Oliver’s tongue softened and he pressed one last kiss on the pad of her swollen pussy.

  He rose and bent to her, his lips hovering above hers. “That was perfect. I’ll never get the taste of you out of my mind. I’ll always crave you.”

  Then Oliver kissed her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, and she could taste herself on his lips. This was intimacy beyond anything she’d imagined. Shockingly, desire began to swirl and gather inside her again.

  After a long moment, Callum helped her to her feet. The ache made her press her thighs together. Tori wanted them so badly, she felt willing to beg. She couldn’t be in a room with these men and not want them.

  “Drop to your knees and present yourself.” Callum held her hand and helped her to the floor. “Spread your knees.”

  She was so wet. “I think I need a towel.”

  Callum knelt beside her, plucking at her nipple. He twisted it to the right side of pain. “You don’t need anything I don’t give you. You’re beautiful. Rory, are you offended by the sight of her slick pussy?”

  Rory’s stare was glued to her pink folds as he slowly stroked his cock. “You know I think she’s gorgeous, but that is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come? I almost joined you.”

  “It was a close thing,” Callum agreed. “So keep those legs open and stop worrying about what’s right or proper. When we’re alone like this, all you have to worry about is pleasing your Masters, and watching you come truly pleased me.”

  “Me, too.” Oliver touched her head, stroking his big palm over her crown. When she blinked up at him, she was shocked to see how calm and present he looked. There was always a piece of Oliver that seemed to be somewhere else, but now he was relaxed and in the moment.

  She’d given him that. She’d given him a little respite from the demons in his head. The thought made her sit up straighter, her spine lengthening as she spread her knees wide.

  “That’s my girl.” Callum’s hand softened on her breast. “Now kiss me. You haven’t kissed me yet. My turn.”

  Finally she heard something of the man she usually knew. Sweet Callum lurked under the hungry Dom. She had to admit she found the two sides of the man utterly fascinating. He was willing to let his brothers lead when it came to business, but they followed him in this room.

  She turned her lips up to meet his, surprised that he didn’t immediately take over. He kissed her softly as though she was infinitely precious. His lips molded to hers and when he was finished, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Thank you for trusting me. I’ve wanted this since I first met you. I won’t let you down, Tori.”

  Her heart constricted because she wanted to believe him. She wanted her fairy godmother to wave her magic wand and say that she could have the Thurston-Hughes brothers now and forever. Maybe her love would be enough.

  She let the thoughts go. No decisions now. For tonight, she resolved to live in the moment. Just be.

  Then she turned to Rory, determined to give her men what they needed.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Rory wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but he vowed to feel that sweet mouth on his cock. Watching Tori writhe and moan under his brothers’ hands had sent his thoughts reeling. He and Callum had worked with submissives together before but this was new territory. This was something he could never picture again without her. He’d never wanted to share a woman sexually with his brothers before, but this felt right. Meant to be.

  He was in love for the first time and he finally understood what that meant. He intended to give her anything she needed. She needed the three of them and what they could provide. Nothing else mattered. Society didn’t matter. The tabloids meant even less. Her needs. Her desires. Her love. That was what would rule him here and forever more.

  There was such freedom in knowing where he belonged and with whom.

  And right now his place was in front of her, his cock about to touch those perfect lips.

  Tori held her back straight, her body in a lovely submissive position. She’d spread her knees wide, and it was hard to take his eyes off her cunt. That soft flesh had swollen a vivid pink. Cream coated her labia.

  “Let me taste you first.” He had to know. He wanted that taste in his mouth when she took him into her own.

  “You want me back on the chair?” She bit her lip, looking a bit disappointed, as though she’d actually been looking forward to sucking his cock.

  “No,” Callum said. He sprang to his feet again, his hand dropping to the belt at his waist. “He wants a taste of your pussy. Something to tide him over. Use your finger. Offer it to him.”

  She hesitated.

  Rory knew it was time for him to step up.

  He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled just enough to make her scalp sting with the tension. “I said I wanted a taste, sweetheart. Are you going to give it to me or should I spank you?”

  He wanted a turn at that, too. He wanted to use his hand to make her squirm and squeal.

  Tori dipped her hand between her thighs, and he watched her eyes widen when she ran a finger over her clitoris, then between her labia. She raised her drenched finger, offering it up for his pleasure.

  Her pink-tipped finger gleamed with evidence of her arousal, and Rory didn’t hesitate. He grasped her wrist, bringing that finger to his lips. With a little growl of anticipation, he sucked the digit inside.

  Sweet with a hint of tang, she was as spicy and hot as he’d expected her to be. He licked the arousal off her finger with a long groan, then it was his turn.

  “Take me.” He didn’t have to pretend to play nice. She knew what he wanted and he could see from the way her nipples pebbled and her eyes dilated that she wanted it, too. She didn’t need sweet and soft. That would come later. For now, she needed to obey.

  She leaned forward. As he felt the press of her lips on the tip of his cock, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. She kissed him, an oddly innocent gesture. He stood there, offering himself to her as she explored.

  Her lips slid all over the crest of his cock, moving down to the stalk and the base before laving back up. They were like butterflies on his sensitive flesh, descending and then flying away again, awakening his senses to her touch.

  He groaned when the first swipe of her tongue hit. One teasing lick from her, and he was ready to blow.

  “Talk to her. Tell her how you like it,” Callum said. “She’s only done this once.”

  Rory groaned. No fucking way could he speak now. He glanced at his eldest brother.

  Oliver grinned. “I don’t suspect I could talk very much if I were in your position, either. Hold his cock in your hand, Tori.”

  “Yes,” Rory gasped, willing to cede a little control to -->