Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(118)

"For better or worse." Rory clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get something to eat. You'll see in the morning. She'll feel better once she rests."

They strode into the house, and Oliver was waiting in the kitchen, Claire pouring him a cup of tea.

"Where did Tori go?" She was nowhere to be seen.

Oliver gestured to the back of the house. "She was going to take a shower and get some sleep. I think we could all use some of that. I was going to have some tea and conk out myself."

"Are you feeling all right?" Callum worried his brother still looked a bit pale.

"I'm good. The doctor said I'm ready for anything." Oliver's eyes strayed to the back of the house. "Which is precisely why I think we should give her a moment, then cuddle up with her. When she's had some rest, I think we should debauch her thoroughly."

Callum wasn't sure he would be welcome at that event. "I'd like to talk to her first."

"I'd like to not hear this conversation," Claire complained.

Rory kissed her on the cheek. "You're right, dear. Oliver, finish up. We should go back to my room and have this discussion. I think Callum is still feeling guilty. If we don't fix him, he's going to fuck matters up with Tori."

His brothers were treating this like some kind of joke. "I already fucked matters up with her. Can't you see that? Rory, you have no idea the things I said."

"I heard every word," Oliver returned. "Tori is a smart girl. She spins stories to the press for a living. She understands damage control and spinning a good yarn for the audience." He set his teacup down. "Let's go talk to her. Callum isn't going to stop worrying until we settle this."

Finally. Callum didn't say a thing. He simply turned and strode up the stairs. He needed to change his attitude. He typically wouldn't top her outside the bedroom, but this was a different case. She was going to talk to him, damn it. It was better for both of them if they got everything out in the open. She'd gone through a trauma, and she wasn't leaning on them. She was doing her level best to take care of everyone else, but she wasn't letting them take care of her.

Callum intended to put a stop to that.

He walked past his door. They'd agreed not to stay there until they'd thoroughly cleaned and redecorated. Until they did, it could bring back bad memories. Once they'd torn down the wall between Cal's and Oliver's rooms and made a massive suite, they would be less likely to remember what had almost happened there. He already had plans to take what used to be his room and turn it into a decadent bathroom where he would lavish Tori with affection every morning. She would get used to not showering alone. One of them would always want to be with her. 

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."