by Zoey Marcel
“Only if after training her we assess that she can handle him. We’re not even sure yet if she can handle you with your hands untied,” Emmett reminded him.
“I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m a patient man.”
“So you’ve told me. What did Greyson have to say when you spoke with him on the phone earlier?”
The look in Diego’s eyes softened before he quickly became guarded. “Not much. I was merely checking in with him.”
“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel about him?” Emmett wasn’t stupid.
Diego froze. “He’s my best friend. He knows I would take a bullet for him.”
“True, but does he know you would take a cock for him?”
Diego threw him a warning look. “Does Melanie know you have feelings for her, but are scared shitless to do anything about them, so you pursue her under the guise of tradition and getting your father back in your life?”
Emmett glared at him, feeling ripped open in ways that alarmed him. “Don’t mistake my insatiable sex drive as affection for her.”
“I don’t. It’s the fact that you showed your teeth while smiling a few minutes ago that has me wondering. You always smirk or smile with your mouth closed. You haven’t grinned since Tasha.”
Rain. A scream. A crash. Blood. Death. Images whirled in his head, but none were as painful as the haunted, empty look of wrath in Greyson’s eyes and the destructive words he’d uttered that were rivaled only by the lost, desolate fog in Emmett’s soul.
Diego had gone too far.
“You’ve overstepped your bounds, Sanchez.”
Diego glanced down at the table his fingernail tapped. His face looked as repentant as his words sounded. “Forgive me, my friend.”
Emmett forgave him. He could forgive everyone but himself.
* * * *
Melanie took her precious time in the shower. She wasn’t sure why, but she wanted to test Emmett and see how dominant he was and what he would do if she didn’t listen to him.
She found out when she went back into the bedroom in her pajamas and found the men standing there anticipating her return.
“You took twenty minutes in the shower, Melanie,” Emmett informed her. “In what universe is that a timely manner?”
She tried not to smile. “I like taking long showers.”
“Do you like spankings?”
Her anus clutched on air and this time she couldn’t hide her eagerness. “I do.”
“Then we have a problem, don’t we? I haven’t a paddle or anything harder with me, so we’ll just have to up the ante on your spanking,” Emmett decided. “You remember I told you that I wanted to train you in BDSM?”
She nodded.
“Any objection to that?”
She shook her head.
“Answer me.”
“No.”
“No, Sir,” he corrected her. “You will call us both Sir tonight while we bed you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know why?”
“Duh, it’s a sign of respect.”
Emmett strode toward her, turned her and then swatted her ass hard. “‘Duh’ should never enter your vocabulary, and I told you to call me Sir.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. You’re just fun to mess with.”
Diego snickered and Emmett looked like he almost laughed.
“Bring me the toothpaste.”
Mellie brought him the tube, wondering what he wanted it for. His breath had been fresh and kissable on the beach a little while ago.
“I’m going to spank your ass for not listening to me about the shower.”
She couldn’t fight her giddy smile or the tiny wiggle. “Oh goody.”
From the corner of her eye she saw Diego grin.
Emmett’s lips twitched and his eyes got lighter, softer, like he felt warm inside. “As adorable as your eagerness is, I need you to behave yourself, and don’t get too excited. I’m going to smear toothpaste on your asshole while I spank you.”
Her mouth fell open. “Why? I mean, why, Sir?”
“Because it pleases me, and I know how much you want to please me.”
His cockiness made her warm and shaky.
“Take your pajamas off and then go stand by Diego.”
Her eyes got huge, but she slowly disrobed herself until she was as naked as the day she was born. She gulped down her nervousness when Emmett raised an expectant eyebrow at her hesitation. She padded across the room toward Diego who watched her with hungry eyes and a growing bulge in his jeans.
“Lie down on his lap,” Emmett ordered.
Mellie trembled as she watched Diego spread his thighs a little and open his arms to her. She lay down on his lap, feeling awkward and exposed.
“Don’t be nervous, Melanie,” Diego crooned to her. “After your punishment is over we’re going to bring you more pleasure than you can stand.”
Her slit moistened. She didn’t doubt that promise for a second.
“The toothpaste will have a mild burn to it, not like ginger or anything. This will feel cool and uncomfortable rather than painful, depending on your pain tolerance,” Emmett explained. “But I have a feeling that you’ll be able to handle this just fine.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll try.”
Diego smoothed his hand down her spine, evoking shivers of anticipation. His rough, sensual touch raised goose bumps because of how light the pressure was.
“Spread her ass cheeks for me,” Emmett demanded.
Mellie’s face burned when she felt Diego dividing her buttocks so Emmett had a bird’s eye view of her puckered anus.
“You have an asshole to write home about, gorgeous,” Emmett praised her.
Now her face felt like it was on fire. Her chest, too, burned with humiliation even though she was thankful for his crude admiration.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Here comes the toothpaste. Keep your pretty little asshole nice and loose for me,” Emmett instructed.
His frank language kept her blushing. “Yes, Sir.”
She relaxed her hole, though it was difficult when she sensed his paste-covered finger moving in toward her rear entry. She felt a dab of cool moistness smearing on her anus. He just barely ventured in with the pad of his finger but kept most of the toothpaste on the outside of her body.
She didn’t feel anything for the first several seconds except mild disappointment. Then the paste kicked in and started to munch on her starburst with coolness. The sensation was quickly accompanied by a mild burn, but it had a cool, refreshing feel to it. She would call the steadily growing cold burn surprisingly intense, but it only reached the level of discomfort without traversing the line into the realm of pain.
The flat of Emmett’s hand landed hard on her bottom, shocking a sudden outcry from her that wasn’t very loud. Her asshole automatically clenched, triggering mild pain that seemed to suck the former chill out of her butt altogether. But the second her sphincters unlocked, a flare of warmth shot through her anal muscles followed by the cold burn of the toothpaste nipping at her tender tissues.
It was a struggle to keep her butt unclenched while he spanked her. He delivered swift slaps that turned her buttocks into glowing coals. The minty fire chilling and burning her inside felt like both relief and a simultaneous insult to injury.
Oddly, she enjoyed it. She much preferred to be spanked for erotic purposes rather than have her bottom hole pasted up to add to the discomfort for an infraction. Still, it wasn’t unbearable even if it was intense. It instilled an intriguing craving in her.
Emmett gave her hot, stinging pain on her naughty ass to put her back in her place while Diego soothed her with his hands traveling all over her body.
“You deserve this, dolce,” he lulled her in his hypnotic accent. “You need it. I can feel you creaming all over my pants.”
Flames of embarrassment swept over her cheeks.
“You like being dominated and taking pain like a good su
bmissive woman.”
It wasn’t a question. Mellie’s pussy lubed itself all the more at Diego’s confident assumption. She lost her breath, working hard not to pant when he started toying with her breast.
“You want to please us with your submission the way you already do with your body and your sweetness?” This time it sounded like a question—a question he probably already knew the answer to.
“Yes.”
“My little Melanie is forgetful.”
Diego twisted her nipple. It didn’t hurt, but discomfort tugged on the sensitive bit and she knew what he wanted.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I do want to please both of you, but I don’t know if I can.”
“You can and you will. Leave everything to us. You’re dulcet and intoxicating. I have complete faith in you.”
Her heart felt warm and happy like it was smiling. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You took your punishment very well,” Emmett told her. “Now thank me for it.”
She snickered, yelping when he spanked her again. “I’m sorry, Sir. You just made me laugh. Thank you for spanking me.”
“That sounded a bit sarcastic, sub.”
“Sub?” She knew what it meant, but it made her feel good and like she belonged somewhere to hear him call her that.
“It’s short for submissive.”
She snorted. “I know.”
She winced when he smacked her ass hard.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I meant thank you for telling me what I didn’t already know.”
Emmett didn’t spank her this time. Instead he knelt by her head and wadded her hair in his hand, jerking her face toward him. Sweet baby Jesus, he looked displeased. His sudden mood change unnerved her, but there was some weird, twisted part of her that found his anger sexy. That blazing look of seriousness and the stone hardness in his jaw made her want to jump his bones.
“Melanie, I want to make something very clear to you. I enjoy women with sass and a sharp tongue sometimes, but Diego is keener on respect and obedience. Greyson absolutely demands it.” Emmett read her like an open book and kept talking before she could interrupt him. “You say you would never consider a relationship with Greyson, but you don’t know him. If you did, you might change your mind. Diego will only get involved with you if Greyson takes a liking to you. If I give up being a selfish, womanizing bastard, it will only be for a special kind of woman, and only a truly special woman could handle me, all three of my brothers, and Diego.”
Mellie was overwhelmed, scared, and strangely enthusiastic about what he said. “You said I could try you out first.”
“Yes, I said that. I’ll give you time to see if you can handle Diego and me, but if you can we want you to take a chance on Greyson. He needs this even more than we do.” Emmett’s baby blues grew dim and lost. His pitch gentled. “He needs saving, Mellie. I want you to save him.”
Her heart melted and suddenly went out to Greyson. Damn Emmett for playing upon her compassion. She never could resist someone who was in trouble or hurting. She wanted to save them. Her nature demanded it. Emmett knew this and played her well.
“That’s not fair,” she whispered, feeling torn.
Emmett’s eyes turned cold and calculating, but the subtle tilt of his lips said he knew damned well what he’d done and he wasn’t sorry for it.
“What does he need saving from?”
“Everything. Someone hurt him in the past. He needs healing. If you do everything we ask and let us train you for him, you can heal him.”
She heaved a weighty sigh. “Damn you. It’s not fair to play on my empathy.”
“He’s my brother. I’ll do what I have to to fix him, even if that means pushing your boundaries.”
“What if I can’t reach him?”
The muscle in Emmett’s jaw relaxed and the light returned to his eyes. “You will. If you submit to everything we ask and can handle pain, then you’ll be the one to fix him.”
A challenge. Hope. A lost soul in need of healing.
Damn Emmett for this.
She nodded.
He smiled and kissed her forehead before standing.
“I can’t promise to be everything each of you needs, but I can try.”
“That’s all we ask,” Diego said.
“It means something that you’ll consider it,” Emmett said softly. “Now go wash the toothpaste off your ass. Then come back so we can fuck you.”
Mellie flushed with heat as she got up and then hurried into the bathroom. After she was done washing her hole off, she went back into the room, jaw dropping when she saw that the men were nude.
“Bring me the electric toothbrush on the nightstand,” Emmett instructed. “It’s brand new and never been used. I bought it specifically for tonight.”
She did as he commanded, trying not to gawk at their tight, muscled bodies and their bulging erections.
“Earlier this morning you came without my permission. That was very bad of you.” Emmett flipped on the toothbrush. “Now you’re going to be teased and forbidden to come until I tell you to.”
Her stomach somersaulted when he took hold of her arm and yanked her naked body against his. She gasped when she felt the silken fire of his penis sizzle against her lower back.
“And this time you’re going to do what I tell you to.”
The whirling bristles tickled her clitoris into a sensitized, tingly mess. Her cunt flooded and pleaded, but he denied her, testing her submission and her obedience to him.
“Is it maddening, sub?”
Glorious, taunting bastard.
“Yes, Sir.”
“He’s watching you, sub. Look at him stroking his cock to the sight of you fighting your orgasm.”
She grew hot and needy when she looked up to see Diego’s transfixed stare touching her all over while his hand fisted his erection.
“Your big tits have him so hard he can’t even wait to sink his dick up you. He needs pleasure now, just like you do,” Emmett murmured hotly. He flipped the speed on the whirring toothbrush higher. “But I’m going to deny you because you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Mellie moaned, feeling her breasts tighten and swell with heaviness. The hot orbs felt like they were being weighed down with rocks inside them, desperate for his touch.
He held her immobile when she tried to sway her hips away from the stimulating minion of oral care.
“No, no. You’re going to stand here and take this torturous pleasure because it’s what I want.” He pushed a finger into her channel and poked around at her nerve-filled gland. “Think of it, Melanie, five big cocks, hot and hard, all for you. All you have to do is take what we give you—the pleasure, the pain, all of it.”
She whimpered at the fullness his thrusting finger created, at the seductive heat of his tone, and the invigorating, light scrub of the bristles having at her plump clit.
“You never had a G-spot climax with your exes,” Emmett said arrogantly.
“Maybe I did.”
“No, you didn’t. There was no chemistry. Their cocks were too small and you were too inhibited to burn with passion. It’s understandable.”
She bristled at his smugness. “Their cocks weren’t small.”
“Then they were average, but you never had a vaginal orgasm with them. They couldn’t give you what you need. You’re a fool for settling. I’ll deal with you later. For now I’ll just give you what you’ve been missing out on.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes narrowed.
Diego grinned, but she couldn’t see Emmett’s expression since he stood behind her and held her back against him. She didn’t know if this taunting was part of the bedroom talk or if he really was that full of himself.
“Now forget about those puny pricks and picture those five hung men you’re trying to seduce,” Emmett continued.
She snorted. “I’m trying to seduce?”
He chuckled. “Naughty sub, you forgot my title.”
He pulled the toothbrush awa
y and slapped her mound, sending jarring pleasure-pain into her flesh.
“Sir.”
“That’s better.” He moved the spinning bristles back to her pulsing bundle of nerves. “You had a G-spot climax with us. How could you not? We’re well-endowed and had you plugged up in both holes. No one blames you for losing control, Melanie.”
His taunting or conceit, whatever it was, left her torn between laughing and smacking him upside the head. But most of all it summoned wicked cravings from within her.
The pleasure mounted inside her body and she squirmed in his arms, fighting to get away.
“I sincerely hope you’re not trying to get away from me, sub. I want you to stay put and keep from coming. You will do precisely that.”
She whined in protest.
“Behave yourself.”
She cringed when he applied pressure to her hot spot. “Don’t do that. I’m going to come.”
This time he withdrew his finger and plunged the swirling brush up into her vagina. She twitched and squealed at the stimulating threads tickling her inner walls.
“I’m a little confused in regard to what it is that you want from me, Melanie,” Emmett said in a sardonic tone she knew was taunting. “I thought I was the one in control. Are you telling me I’m not?”
Diego looked amused from where he stood watching them.
“You are,” Mellie squeaked.
“Really? Because it sounded like you were telling me what to do. Would you rather I used this someplace else?”
She howled and flailed against his hard, sculpted body when he pressed the brush against her G-spot. “No!”
“I don’t understand that word in the bedroom. It’s not the language a submissive uses. What does it mean?”
“You’re in control. I’ll be good.”
A predatory growl rumbled deep his chest. “You want me to be in control?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His stern voice came out hot and dominant.
“Yes, Sir. Please control me.”
His heady groan sent her body to a fever pitch. “I knew that’s what you really wanted.”
He withdrew the brush and placed it back on her clitoris.
“Now, as I was saying, you had a vaginal orgasm from being double penetrated. Now imagine more than two cocks. Picture all five of us taking turns in your tight pussy. Feel us pounding into you, one at a time. One erection is enough to trigger a G-spot climax if the man can last long enough.”