Their Virgin Mistress iTunes

by Shayla Black

Perhaps he should barge in on her now. After he’d had his way with her and shown her with his body how much he loved her, then she would be ready to talk to him.

  Callum opened Oliver’s door, ready to force the situation.

  “Holy hell,” Rory breathed behind him.

  “I wasn’t expecting that,” Oliver agreed.

  Tori was naked, kneeling on the soft rug. Her knees were spread wide and palms up on her thighs. She’d taken her hair down from the bun she’d tucked it into. Now it was a lovely brown waterfall caressing her shoulders and tumbling toward her breasts. Tight pink nipples peeked from under her hair. He stared at her for a moment, taking in how lovely she was. She’d bowed her head submissively. And her body. God, the beauty of her body made his pulse pound. His cock was suddenly full and erect as though the damn thing knew playtime had arrived. It pointed right where it wanted to go, to the apex of her thighs where her gorgeous pussy was on display. All he could see was her pretty pink flesh, begging for his attention.

  Callum stepped into the room, his brothers behind him. He heard the door close. Someone engaged the lock. Good thinking. They didn’t need interruptions. Dinner could wait. So could the rest of the fucking world for all he cared.

  He let all the weight of the last twenty-four hours dissolve. This was his place of power. Most of his life it had been the football pitch, but he’d discovered something even better—being her Master.

  He strode up to her, to a place where he was sure she could see his boots move into view. She was a good girl. She kept her head down until the moment he reached for her chin, lifting it up. Luminous eyes gazed at him. “Tell me something, love. Don’t lie because I’ll know.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  How much of a brat was she? “Did you know I was nervous? Did you know I thought you were going to reject me?”

  She gasped a little. “Reject you? Why would I reject you? Ever?”

  “Because of the things I said yesterday.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Cal. I knew you were lying. I was acting, too. I thought I was pretty good. I wonder if I missed my calling.” She bit her bottom lip and softened. “I didn’t know you thought I was going to reject you because that’s very silly when I love you so much. I might have known you wanted to sit and talk. I didn’t want to do that so I did this instead.”

  Such a brat. “I wanted to talk because we went through something terrible.”

  “And I wanted to pick up where we left off. Before Crazy Pants barged into your bedroom, I was supposed to kneel and wait for you. That’s what I’m doing.” She frowned. “If you really want to talk, I can get dressed.”

  Like that was going to happen. He might never allow her to wear clothes again. “So you decided to get your way, did you?”

  “When you think about it, isn’t this a good form of communication for all of us, Master?”

  What was going to be so good for him was slapping her ass. “You know I owe you some discipline.”

  There was no way to miss the way her eyes dilated. “I know.”

  “Then stand up.” He held out his hand.

  She placed hers in his and stood with a sweet awkwardness. He was sure in a few months she’d be pure grace in motion, but he actually like the way she clung to his hand. He looked her over, brushed the hair back so her breasts were on full display.

  “Damn but you’re beautiful, Tori.” Oliver was already stepping out of his slacks.

  Rory moved beside Callum. “You are, love. I told you she wouldn’t run.”

  “I’m not running.” A hint of a smile drew her lips up. “I was scared and I’ll always be scared when you’re in danger, but I love you and that’s worth the risk.”

  “I hope it’s worth what’s about to happen.” His cock jumped. He had an awesome plan.

  “I’m sure it will be, Master.”

  “Good, then lean forward. I want you to grab your ankles.”

  She bent over, leaving her backside in the air. He walked around her to inspect. So fucking beautiful. Her ass formed a gorgeous heart shape. He dragged his hand over the twin globes. Her skin was perfect porcelain and so soft he could barely stand it. She gripped her ankles and the position put more than her backside on display. Her pussy was right there for his pleasure, too. He let his fingers trace down the seam of her ass and to the edge of her already aroused flesh.

  “Have you been thinking about us?”

  “Yes, Master,” came the breathless reply.

  “What did you think about?” Oliver was completely naked as he moved to Callum’s side. “Tell me in detail. What’s got this pussy all ripe and juicy?”

  “Thinking about being with all three of my husbands,” Tori replied. “I’ve wanted it forever and you promised me it would happen. I want my men.”

  He wanted her, too, but he couldn’t let her get away with such brattiness. He smacked her ass right down the center.

  She made the sweetest little squeal.

  “If we’re going to take her together, don’t we need to open that sweet arsehole up a bit?” Rory asked. “Should I get the plug?”

  Callum held his hand to her flesh, keeping the heat against her. “Yes. I think we should fuck her with the plug before we take her. Do you want that? Do you want a big cock fucking that tiny hole?”

  “Yes, Master. I want all my Masters.”

  “And you’ll get them. Rory, we’re going to need a plug and lube. Oliver, I think you should help me smack this pretty arse.”

  “She did put herself in danger,” Oliver said.

  “I didn’t have much of a choice,” Tori shot back. “She was waiting for me when I got to the room. After that, I did whatever I could not to get shot.”

  Oliver moved in. “Then why did you struggle against her? I had to order you to be still and you still fought her.”

  Oliver’s hand reared back. He hit her with a loud smack. The sound hung in the air.

  Her flesh flushed a gorgeous pink. Oliver drew his hand back, and Callum spotted a faint handprint on her backside. It was enough to make him growl and smack her himself.

  “You don’t put yourself in danger,” he commanded.

  She gasped and shuddered. “I was trying to help.”

  He slapped that sweet flesh again and then again. “There is no helping when you’re in danger. None. You will obey us and keep yourself safe. You’re the most important thing in our world. You don’t get to play around with your life.”

  “I think that’s my line.” She yelped when he spanked her this time.

  Oliver gave her a good smack just above her right cheek. “There’s only one you. Only one wife for us. You must take care of yourself. We were lost without you before. We would absolutely be lost without you now.”

  Callum spanked her on the left side. “And no topping from the bottom. Don’t you think I know when you’re manipulating me?”

  “You didn’t realize it today. Apparently you thought I was running away again.” She groaned at the smack that quip earned.

  Oh, she was going to be so much fun. He and Oliver traded turns spanking her until her backside morphed into a pretty shade of pink. Rory chose that moment to return with the plug. It was far larger than that little thing they’d started her out on, but over the last few weeks, they’d graduated her up. Tonight, they would give her the real thing.

  “Move to the bed,” he demanded.

  She winced as she straightened out.

  “Poor baby, is your backside hurting?” He rubbed his palm across her cheeks, satisfied by the way she shivered.

  “You know it is and you know I like it that way,” came her saucy reply.

  Oliver moved in, clasping her face in his hands and kissing her. After a moment’s sweet play, he picked her up and started for 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 t
hat 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.