Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(120)

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 that 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.



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