Still, being good hadn’t made her happy or kept a stalker away. It certainly hadn’t kept her from being lonely or helped her find someone to love.
She loved Dex, Slade, and Gavin. Maybe…if she could be the kind of woman they wanted, they would never leave. Maybe they really would marry her, and they’d all be happy together.
The thought was intoxicating.
“Hannah, I gave you an order. Last warning.” Slade’s hand tightened on her thigh.
“Give her a moment,” Gavin insisted, speaking for the first time since the spanking had begun. “Hannah, they’re serious. I know my brothers. Dex and I may fight from time to time because he’s hot-tempered and pigheaded, but he’s not a liar. Trust them, honey. They’ll take care of you.”
Gavin’s words sounded a bit strangled, as though he’d struggled to get them out. But one thing about her boss: he never spoke less than the truth to her. Knowing that worked magic on Hannah’s overwrought nerves and fragile heart.
The brothers really cared about her?
If she did as they asked—if she believed in them—she’d be taking a chance. But if she always played it safe, how would she know if she could find something wonderful?
Taking a deep breath, Hannah let her legs slide open.
* * * *
Slade’s heart pounded. Spanking Hannah had been the single most erotic experience of his life. It had been everything he could have hoped for. Having her over his lap, her gorgeous ass in the air waiting for his discipline, made Slade feel like he was ten fucking feet tall. He’d spanked subs in the club he and Dex belonged to, but never had it felt like this. Those subs hadn’t been his, and spanking them had been a fun game. Disciplining Hannah was important because she was their woman, and teaching her to look to her Masters was their responsibility and pleasure.
And when Hannah tentatively parted her pretty thighs, his heart swelled at the trust she placed in them. They wouldn’t let her down.
God, this was the rest of his life.
He exchanged a look with Dex, who clearly understood just how important the moment was.
Slade let his hand slide over her cheeks then glide down to her pussy. Her wet cream coated his fingers, making them slippery. Hannah gasped at his touch.
He looked up at Dex, fighting a smile of triumph. “She’s soaking wet.”
“Show me.”
Slade froze. The command hadn’t come from the person he expected. Dex’s face was just as shocked as Slade knew his was. They both turned to their oldest brother. Gavin wanted to see?
Maybe they were closer to a breakthrough than Slade had hoped.
He grabbed Hannah by the waist before Gavin could change his mind. She tensed a bit, but he dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and she became a sweet bit of languorous femininity, trying to show trust in her men.
With minimal fuss, she allowed him and Dex to pull her off his lap then sit her on his thighs once more, her back to his front. Slade arranged her legs on either side of his knees so that when he widened his stance, he parted her thighs.
Hannah’s blonde hair flowed down her back, tickling Slade’s face. She smelled like peaches and sweet sex. Her head fell back against his shoulder. She was closer to him than he’d ever managed to get to her. The hugs he’d stolen before were nothing compared to the intimacy of holding her in his arms after disciplining her.
Enfolding her in his arms, he turned his chair and faced Gavin.
His brother’s serious face tightened, his brows a deep V over rain-cloud eyes. He was perfectly still as his gaze fused right on Hannah’s very slick pussy. Gavin clutched the arms of his chair with trembling fingers.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Slade couldn’t resist baiting his brother.
Gavin swallowed in silence—but didn’t look away.
Slade trailed his hands up her body. Hannah whimpered but didn’t fight him, and her soft submission went straight to his cock and filled a place in Slade he hadn’t known was empty.
He’d been working to earn Hannah since that first night he’d entered a BDSM club. Now she was here.
With seeking palms he found her breasts, gorgeously round and soft. His thumbs grazed her stiff nipples through her clothing. She whimpered a little.
“It’s all right. I just want to play for a minute,” he whispered.
After a moment’s hesitation, she settled back down.
“Don’t try to tell him that you don’t like it.” Dex knelt between her legs. “Your lips can lie, but your pussy doesn’t.” He peered at Slade then shot a glance over his shoulder at Gavin. “She’s coated in cream and getting wetter.”
Gavin clenched his jaw, but he stubbornly remained mute.