by Shayla Black
Callum stood beside him, his stare all over Tori. “You can really get a sense of what she needs from watching her with someone else. I wouldn’t allow this with anyone but the two of you. I couldn’t take her to a club and share her with someone else just to watch her. This only works between us. Rory won’t run off with her. He won’t try to steal her from us.”
Rory sighed and gave her lips one last kiss before letting her go. “I couldn’t handle her by myself. She’s far too much woman for any one man.”
Tori flushed, and her lips curled up. Dominance followed by tenderness. She needed both. Was it possible she needed him, too?
“Tori, you know what I want, right?” Callum stepped up, moving into her space.
“Sex,” she answered quietly.
Callum loomed over her. “So much more than sex. I want to play with you. I want to share you with my brothers. You’ll be the center of our world and we’ll give you more pleasure than you can imagine, but you have to obey me if you want it. That’s the exchange.”
“I want a night with you,” she said, biting her lip. “And as you all know, I don’t have much experience so following your advice seems logical.”
Callum caught her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “This isn’t following advice. You’ll obey or you’ll face the punishment.”
She stared up at Callum. “Punishment? You’ll really spank me?”
The thought of watching his brother slap her gorgeous arse nearly unmanned Oliver. He needed to get himself under control or he would be no good to her.
“I’ll definitely spank you,” Callum answered. “You’re going to lay yourself over my knee and accept my discipline for lying about a fiancé, running away like a frightened little bird, and forcing us to track you down in order to settle our differences.”
A frown turned her lips down. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know I could get spanked for doing that. And I wasn’t a frightened little bird. I was mad as hell.”
“I can attest to that.” Oliver quipped.
Where had that come from? Was his sense of humor finally coming back after all this time?
Callum kept his gaze steady on her. “Make your decision, Torrance. You will be spanked if you stay in this room. Tell me you’re not curious about it. Tell me that pussy of yours isn’t already wet and aching at the thought of my hand on your backside. You might not have experience, but you know what you want. You also know that anything worth having requires courage. Can you be brave?”
Tori nodded. “I want it. I want to try everything.”
Callum placed a very chaste kiss on her lips. “That’s my girl. Now go over there and kiss Oliver. He’s as inexperienced in this particular form of play as you are, and I think he’s feeling out of place. Can you forgive him for being a wretched arse?”
He was feeling out of place. He was wondering if it wouldn’t be better to leave her with Callum and Rory. Did Callum have to point that out just now?
She swayed across the room to him, her body moving with unconscious grace. Oliver found himself caught in the gaze of those somber eyes. She was so beautiful, and he’d treated her so poorly. She’d deserved the world, and he’d given her hell. If she slapped him, he’d endure it. If she wanted to rail at his injustices, he would listen to every word.
“I’m sorry, Tori.” He could never apologize enough.
She reached up to him, bracing her hands on his chest. Their gazes met. “I want to erase that night.”
That wasn’t what he wanted. “I only want to erase the end. I want to go back and hold you, make it good for you.”
“Then do it tonight, Oliver.” She rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips over his.
This was what he’d missed for weeks. Oliver caught her in his arms and pressed his body to hers. Her sweet gasp thrilled him. He felt powerful and perfect for her as he took her mouth. Their first time had been too fast. It had become a blur in his head, a rapid-fire rush to pleasure, like all of his encounters since Yasmin. After her, he’d rushed through and taken what he needed, getting his lover off, then running away as soon as possible.
Not this time. He was going to indulge in Tori. He was going to learn every inch of her skin. He would know her touch and taste and how she looked when she came.
Callum might call it play, but it was going to be a long, decadent discovery for Oliver.
She softened for him, her mouth readily opening to accept the thrust of his tongue. He caressed his way down her body, memorizing her curves through the fabric of her dress. He loved her hourglass figure, how her small waist flared to womanly hips. While their tongues played, he pressed his hips in, letting her feel the hard line of his erection.
Every little mewl and roll of her hips told him she was ready, but he refused to fuck and run again. He was following his brothers’ lead, and that meant they were both in for some torture. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, but he was determined this would be a night she couldn’t forget. It was their first real night together. From here on out, he would change.
Maybe he could be a better man. Maybe he could do it for her.
Oliver broke off the kiss with a gentle brushing of their lips. “I’m so glad to be here with you, Tori.”
She hugged him, her cheek pressed against his heart. “I am, too. I need this. I need to be with you all just once.”
“Once won’t be enough.” He could admit deep down that he wanted forever with her. He simply wasn’t sure he deserved it. But tonight wasn’t about fixing his tormented soul. It was about giving her the pleasure and adoration she deserved. He glanced at Callum and Rory, who were watching. “What should I do now?”
Rory worked the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a torso packed with hard muscle. Oliver was happy he’d never stopped going to the gym because both his brothers were built like brick shithouses.
“I think it’s time we saw what she has to offer us.” Rory turned a burning stare on her. “Since you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing our lovely sub naked, you can do the honors. Undress her for us, Oliver.”
Tori shivered in his arms but he could tell she wasn’t afraid. Her body was still languid against his. She was a sensual thing, and the idea of being presented to his brothers seemed to arouse her.
“I want to show them how gorgeous you are,” he whispered to Tori. “Will you let me?”
Oliver wouldn’t proceed until he knew she agreed to his brothers’ request.
She nodded against his chest, and that was all he needed. He slid his fingers along the back of her beautiful dress until he found the zip, then eased it down, brushing along the line of her spine all the way down to the two sexy dimples he knew sat at the small of her back.
He looked down at the swell of her beautiful breasts. “I don’t like the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.”
“I couldn’t find one that worked with the dress.” She blushed as she clutched the dress. “Believe me, I wish I’d worn one, too.”
The pictures. Oliver wanted to beat every person with a camera, but he wasn’t going to waste time on anger now. “Turn around.”
She seemed to gather her courage and nodded. She turned but pressed her back against him as though she needed the connection.
He needed it, too. Gently, he stroked her arms, coaxing her to let the dress go. “Show them how pretty you are. Show them you’re ready to take everything they have to give.”
She released the pretty silk. The dress pooled around her ankles.
Oliver cupped her breasts, offering them up to his brothers. Now he was quite happy he didn’t have to deal with her bra. Those breasts were too lovely to be hidden. Round and firm, with perfect pinkish brown nipples made to be licked and nibbled on. “She’s soft and warm and so fucking gorgeous it’s nearly impossible to imagine. Her breasts are sensitive. These little nipples respond beautifully when you suck them.”
He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, enjoying the way she f
idgeted and arched against him. Her backside brushed his erection. Tiny silk knickers covered her. All it would take was a twist of his hands around that delicate fabric to see her bare.
“That’s not the only beautiful thing I see. Tell me, Oliver, before you fucked everything up, how did it feel to be inside that tight pussy?” Callum asked, his voice hoarse.
Arousal flooded his system, making the world seem hazy and a little surreal. He was talking to his brothers about fucking the woman of his dreams—the woman he was about to share with them—and it seemed oddly natural. It was definitely natural to let his hand slide down to that pussy his brothers were staring at. He ran his palm over the silky scrap of fabric covering her and found it soaked. “Why do you think I fucked everything up? She felt too good to be true.”
He dragged the knickers down her legs, and she obediently stepped out of them.
Callum dragged in a rough breath.
“Fuck me,” Rory muttered thickly, staring at her cunt.
On his knees, Oliver was so close he could smell the citrus of her body and the strong spicy scent of her need. His fingers slid over her labia, finding her already coated with arousal. She was ripe and ready and he wanted to taste her again. He wanted to eat that pussy until she couldn’t shout out his name anymore.
She moved against his fingers, silently begging for a pet.
“Don’t move,” Callum commanded. “She’s trying to sneak in an orgasm and she doesn’t get one until she’s had her spanking.”
She leaned back against him. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.”
“Then let’s get this over with so we can move on to the pleasant portions of the evening.” Callum took a seat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. “Over my knee.”
* * * *
He couldn’t be serious. Tori had never felt more vulnerable than standing there in Oliver’s arms as his brother ordered her to lay over his lap and take her punishment. They were all dressed…and she was completely naked. What was she thinking? She was naked and aroused and Callum wanted to spank her. How could she be this aroused?
She just was. And knowing Oliver’s and Rory’s stares would be on her only turned her on more.
“Please, Tori, he’s being a stubborn bastard, but I don’t think he’ll let us move on unless you obey,” Oliver whispered into her ear. “And I’m dying here.”
He pressed that massive erection into her backside. Tori held in a secret smile. Of course she was going to give in. She wanted what Rory had promised her—the three men she loved surrounding her, pleasuring her. Somehow knowing Oliver was as green at this kind of play as she was settled her. After their first time together, she hadn’t been sure how she would react to Oliver, if she could trust him to make her body sing. But being with him felt right. Perfect. Oliver would support her, show her off to the others, and make her feel like a goddess. She had no doubt this would be a night to remember.
Too bad his brother was so serious about the whole discipline thing.
“I’m scared of the spanking,” she murmured, eyes downcast. “I’ve never had one.”
“Not even as a child?” Rory asked.
She shook her head. “I spent a lot of time in the corner, though. I got grounded a few times, but no one ever spanked me.”
“I knew there was a reason you’re such an incorrigible brat.” Callum winked her way. “I’m glad I get to give you your first spanking. I’ll teach you the first lesson. The longer you make me wait, the worse it will get. If you come to me now, you can expect an erotic spanking. Then we’ll call the slate clean. If you make me wait, I’ll need more from you.”
“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.”