Their Virgin Mistress, Page 35

  the bed. “The good news is, you don’t have to walk anymore. One of us will always carry you where you need to go.”

  He laid her tenderly on the bed.

  She looked so small lying there in that big bed. Fragile and delicate. It was all a ruse. His wife had grown to become one of the strongest women he knew. And she definitely wasn’t going to break, despite life with three British bastards.

  “Hands and knees,” Callum commanded.

  She winked Oliver’s way as she flipped over and obeyed. “He’s not done abusing my backside, is he?”

  “Not even close,” Callum admitted. He would never be done. It was his new hobby.

  Rory shoved out of his slacks and hopped on the bed. “While he’s prepping you, sweetheart, I think you should really take care of us. I seem to be in need of attention.”

  Oliver moved beside their brother. Callum approved of giving their girl something to do while he prepared her.

  “Get them ready, love. It’s time to get your men ready to fuck.”

  “Yes, I can see they need so much help,” Tori replied.

  That earned her another hard smack. “Your arse is going to be so grateful when that smart mouth of yours has something to do other than get you in trouble.”

  “You’re probably right.” She sucked the head of Rory’s cock into her mouth.

  Callum moved between her legs, placing the plug on the small of her back. “You take care of them but don’t move too much. If this falls on the floor and I have to clean the plug again, we’ll start all over.”

  “Dear god, Tori. Don’t piss off the Dom. He’ll keep us all in hell until he gets his way,” Oliver moaned as she moved to his cock.

  He would. Things should be done in the proper fashion. Rory and Oliver might run the business, and he would follow them in the real world, but here he was the leader. They would play things his way. Tori was very still even as she sucked Oliver with enthusiasm.

  He parted her cheeks. The tiny streak of sadist in him flared to life at what he was about to do. “This is going to be a little cold, love.”

  She whimpered as he poured the lube on. The sweet sound went right to his dick. He massaged the lube in, letting his finger rim her over and over, warming her up. After her initial reaction she went back to her work, though he could feel her relax under his hand.

  “You’re going to be so tight.” That tight hole would strangle his cock. He would have to be very careful or he might go off the moment he got inside her. He would have to replay a match in his head or try to remember the names of Henry VIII’s wives, but he seriously doubted he would be able to think of anything but how hot Tori was, how right it felt to be inside her.

  He allowed his finger to dip just past the ring protecting her. Yes. She clenched around him, proving his point about her tightness. Despite their work with the plug, she was still incredibly taut. It would still be difficult to coax her flesh to take all of him. He slid another finger inside, her heat nearly scorching him. He stretched her, forcing her to open wider.

  When he’d played with her and stretched her opening to his satisfaction, he grabbed the plug with his free hand and settled it to her. With slow precision, he twisted and pressed. After a moment’s resistance, she accepted the plug, the piece sliding in inch by inch.

  “God, I think she likes it. I can feel her moaning around my cock.” Rory fisted a hand in her hair.

  Callum fucked her gently with the plug, certain now that she was as ready as she ever would be to take him. With a sigh, he pressed the plug home, seating it deep inside her. When he took it out again, it would be his warm flesh pushing inside her.

  He kissed the small of her back and watched as she alternated attention between Rory and Oliver.

  “Keep it up, love.” His heart was full as he strode to the bathroom to clean up.

  * * * *

  Tori had never imagined she would enjoy this type of play. Of course she’d never thought to use the word play in the bedroom before she’d met these men, but now it seemed to be one of the sweetest words in the world. Play. It was something lovers did with trust and openness.

  As Callum had worked the plug into her backside, she’d been overwhelmed with the sensation. It wasn’t pain. There had been pressure, then an added sense of relief as she’d opened to him, and he guided the plug in and out. She’d felt a sense of satisfaction that she’d been able to do this. Pride, even. It wasn’t merely for them. She wanted to own her sexuality, and for her, that meant trusting them and letting them guide her into this new, sensual world.

  The plug in her backside stretched her wide, but she had no doubt that Callum would fill her even more. She licked the cock in front of her, rolling her tongue over the warm skin of Oliver’s dick. She loved the little bead of liquid that coated her tongue. It pulsed from the slit of his cock, salty and clean and wholly masculine. His hand found her hair and he thrust the head into her mouth. She softened around him, allowing him inside as she sucked.

  They were playing with her, without any real intent to come. It was evident in the gentle way they were fucking her mouth. When Oliver wanted oral, he could be deeply aggressive. He would never hurt her, but he would take control, thrusting himself in and out while holding her head in his hands. She didn’t have to work when he took over, merely follow his lead. Today, they were playing, allowing her to explore and revel in her power. Every groan she elicited made her more confident in her ability to please a man. Three men, to be precise.

  She sucked softly on Oliver’s cock, rubbing her tongue down the underside as she took him in slow pulls of her mouth.

  Before she could really work her way down, Rory was gently tugging her head to the side. She couldn’t forget him. No. She had to give them equal time, and she was sure in a moment that Callum would want his, too.

  “Look at me,” Rory demanded.

  She raised her head, gazing at his beauty. Rory’s sandy blond hair was mussed, and she loved how young and happy he looked. He was always impeccable in his three-piece suits, forever the very image of a captain of industry. Here, he was her lover, her eager Master. He smiled down at her.

  “I love you,” he said. “You should know that and I intend to tell you every single day.”

  Those words had frightened her so much once. But as she’d held Oliver the day before, she’d known that no matter what could have happened, she wouldn’t have traded her time with him. If she ached, then it was because she’d loved. Even the ache would be better than the emptiness of her life before them, without them. She’d been a ghost walking through the world with no thought past protecting her wounded heart. Now she knew her purpose. It was to love and be loved by them.

  To be their wife. Their friend. Their partner and their sweet sub.

  “I love you, too. I love you all.” Now that she’d made the decision, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way. She would have been so lonely without them.

  “Turn over slowly,” Oliver commanded. “Whatever you do, don’t lose that plug. Callum will start all over again, and I might die. I’m very delicate, as you know.”

  Yes, Oliver was so delicate. Actually he’d been a big baby about getting shot and hitting his head. He’d moaned and required excessive handholding. He’d insisted on keeping her close. Even his brothers had acquiesced to letting Tori stay by his bedside because he’d seemed so pathetically needy.

  What Rory and Callum didn’t know was that when they’d left to eat supper, Oliver’s delicate self had pinned her to his hospital bed and had his way with her. He’d claimed he needed sex in order to heal. He’d taken full advantage of his time with her and one nurse had seen way too much of them.

  Funny, she would have been horrified even a few weeks ago. Now all her fears and hang-ups seemed so silly. Everyone made a fool of themselves from time to time. The only real mistake was to take herself too seriously.

  She had no doubt they would all make a habit out of getting alone time with her. However,
she would always enjoy the times they were all together.

  “But I wasn’t done with you two.” She’d wanted to bring them both to orgasm, to have them fill her mouth and drink them down. She’d been intending to up the ante and get her way. It wasn’t like they couldn’t go again after a brief rest. They could be insatiable.

  “Not going to happen today.” Oliver clasped her waist and helped her turn.

  The plug seemed huge in her backside. She clenched around it, not wanting to begin again any more than the rest of them did. She had to think about every move she made. This was what Callum wanted, for her to be aware of parts of her body she’d never thought about before.

  As she twisted, the cheeks of her ass ached. It was a nice reminder of the spanking they’d given her. She would likely feel it tomorrow and remember how breathless she’d been. How she’d held her ankles and anticipated that moment when they would strike. She moved gingerly so as not to disrupt the plug, but she felt every muscle. He wanted her thinking about how every pore and cell of her body belonged to them and that they would bring her pleasure. They would show her intimacy.

  With gentle hands, Oliver lowered her down. She could feel the softness of the comforter at her back. Oliver stared down at her as Rory took his place at her left.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Oliver asked. He brushed his hands over her breasts, making her arch her back.

  “I know how beautiful you make me feel.” And they were the gorgeous ones. Oliver looked like an angel with his stark blue eyes and perfectly chiseled jaw.

  “Then let us make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to her breast.

  Rory followed suit on his side. “Because that’s what you are to us.”

  She gasped as she felt the heat of their mouths, one on each of her nipples. They sucked her into their mouths, pulling on her. The sensation went straight to her pussy, lighting her up and sending sparks through her whole body.

  She needed this. She needed them all. She wasn’t complete without them.

  As though she’d conjured him through sheer want, Callum appeared at the end of the bed, his athletic body on full display. She stared at him, boldly looking at his cock as it twitched her way. It was a thing of beauty. Long and impossibly thick, it stood out from his pelvis. She wanted to touch him, to stroke his thick flesh and know it was all hers.

  He’d been through so much. All of them had. Now her place was surrounded by them, her right to love and comfort them, to find joy in their own unique happiness.

  He sobered as he stared at her. “Do you know how hard it was to stand there yesterday and say those things?”

  He was trying to get her to think when she should be feeling. Oliver and Rory were working her nipples, sucking and laving them with affection, but apparently Callum needed a different sort of affection. He needed reassurance.

  It was time to tell them some truths.

  “It should have been easy because I knew what you were doing. Not once did it cross my mind that you were telling Thea anything other than what she wanted to hear. You should have trusted me to know and then you wouldn’t have believed that crap. I knew when I realized she was in the room that you would save me. That’s what people in love do.”

  He fell to his knees, his head between her legs. “Is it? Well, I think we’ve done all the saving we need to do for a long while. Now we’re going to settle down. We’re going to be a perfectly boring family.”

  She doubted they would manage that. Especially since her heart raced every time one of them looked at her or called her name. There was nothing boring about the Thurston-Hughes boys. “Unless you have some other crazy stalkers.”

  Oliver chuckled against her skin. “No. I think the crazies in our lives are gone now. Mine is. Callum’s is.”

  “I wasn’t foolish enough to fall for a crazy.” Rory winked down at her.

  He wasn’t off the hook. Rory wasn’t some blushing innocent. “No, just three hundred supermodels.”

  He had the grace to blush. “None of whom could hold a candle to you.”

  Rory was smart. She sighed when his lips touched hers. “You always know what to say.”

  “Let us show you how we feel.” Callum’s mouth hovered above her pussy and she could feel anticipation pound through her system.

  Rory moved back to her breast, his teeth finding the edge of her nipple, then biting down lightly.

  He gave her the bare edge of pain, just enough to make her squirm and writhe.

  That was when Callum chose to part her labia and run his tongue from below her clitoris to her channel. She stared up the length of her body as he laved her sensitive flesh. He teased her, running his tongue all around the edges of her pussy. He nosed her clitoris. The pressure made her gasp.

  He took her to the edge and then brought her back. Sweet frustration welled. Between Callum at her pussy and Oliver and Rory at her breasts, she couldn’t breathe. They held her down, Oliver and Rory pinning her arms to the mattress and Callum opening her thighs with strong hands. She was weighed down by them in a decadent splay, open and ready for their pleasure. Tori couldn’t move. She was utterly helpless, and it was all right because she trusted these men.

  She lay beneath them as they did their best to make her scream. Over and over, their tongues and hands stroked her. Callum suckled her clit before plunging his tongue deep. Rory moved from her breast to her mouth, kissing her with graceful ease. He played his tongue against her own, and kept her off balance while Oliver concentrated on her nipples. He bit down, then soothed the little ache with his kisses. He rolled the opposite nipple with his fingers as he did. On one, he poured love and affection. The other he gave a quick bite of pain that sent shivers through her system.

  And all the while she couldn’t forget the plug in her ass. She clenched. It filled her up. It was as if there wasn’t any part of her body they weren’t touching, stimulating, loving. Every cell and inch of her flesh was theirs, especially her heart. She was laid open and bare to their love.

  Callum stroked his tongue through her folds, all the while pinching her clit as Oliver nipped her breast. The orgasm sneaked up on her, and Tori screamed as it rolled through her system, sending fire along her veins. Rory caught her strangled scream, kissing and calming her. Even Callum’s hands were gentle as he grasped her ankles.

  “It’s time.” Rory whispered along her skin. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

  She was still in the afterglow of the first orgasm, her body relaxed and her mind hazy. They were moving all around her, their hands caressing her body. This was where she wanted to be all the time, surrounded by them, filled by them.

  Rory shifted with her, his mouth on hers even as they realigned their bodies, rolling her so he lay underneath. She could feel his erection already seeking its place. The broad head of his penis thrust against her labia, sliding easily through the slick arousal there.

  Even as Rory moved into position under her, Oliver rose to his knees in front of her, his cock in his hand. It looked like she would get her way with one of them. She licked her lips as she stared at that gorgeous piece of masculine flesh. It jutted out from his perfectly muscled body, and below she could see the tautness of his balls as they moved while he stroked himself.

  She shivered as Callum parted the cheeks of her ass and touched the plug. It sent a jagged sensation through her, jolting her from her languor. There was more pleasure to be had and she didn’t want to miss an instant of it.

  Callum pulled the plug out and she felt her muscles clenching, trying to keep it in. Rory’s cock rooted at her core and finally his hips shifted and she felt him filling her.

  “God, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” Rory clasped his hands around her hips, pulling her down to impale her on his dick.

  He was the one who felt good. He was so big inside her, reminding her how amazing it felt to be with them. When they made love, they combined to become someth
ing more than they were as individuals. Something profound and lovely.

  “Rory, hold her still for me.” Callum pushed against her virgin hole.

  Oliver rested a hand on her head while Rory held her steady.

  “Be still, darling. Don’t fight him. Relax. The rest will be pure pleasure,” Oliver cajoled.

  She whimpered as she felt the pressure. Callum moved in short strokes, opening her up with little thrusts. She could feel him taking more and more with every thrust. Every pass brought them closer. And every time Callum moved, Rory had a countermove. While she felt the burn of being opened up, Rory ground up and hit her clit, sending a wild thrill through her.

  “Almost there. You’re doing beautifully.” Oliver whispered words of praise.