Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(61)

"Who says it's rude?" Rory steered her to one of the tables that formed an elegant U around the dance floor.

A waiter with a tray of champagne strolled by. Callum snagged a glass and pressed it in her hand as Rory gently sat her down.

She took a long sip of the bubbly. Tori suspected she was going to need it. "Everyone knows you don't go to a formal ball barefoot."



       
         
       
        

Callum sat down opposite her and before she could protest, he pulled her right foot into his lap and eased the shoe off, the warmth of his big hands sliding over her aching foot. She bit back a moan as his thumb slid up the arch of her foot. "Relax, love. The worst is over. Once we prove everything is normal, they'll stop watching us."

"Normal?" She kept her voice low because the ballroom was filling up and sure enough, now that the royal princes were leaving, everyone began looking their way. Rory sat beside her, his hand on her shoulder while Oliver loomed over her like a watchful sentry. "There is nothing normal about this situation. I'm sure they're already gossiping that you three and I are … " She shook her head. "Let go of my foot."

"Only so I can move on to the other one." Callum exchanged her right foot for her left, giving it the same attention.

"Do you need another drink?" Oliver asked. "Perhaps some food? When was the last time you ate? You look a bit pale."

God, Callum knew how to rub a foot. She tried to focus. "It's none of your concern."

His thumb dug into her arch, nearly relaxing into a catatonic state. "Love, I want you to think about how good this feels. The spanking won't feel like this. Nor will you like it when I put those sweet little nipples in clamps."

"You brought nipple clamps?" Oliver asked, his voice going husky.

"We brought two kits, and the sheikh has promised that he can provide anything we need," Rory explained. "I don't believe Oliver has ever gone to a club, but I've been training with Callum for the last six months. I began when I realized what a firm hand you'll need."

Tori's head was muddled. She still wasn't sure she wouldn't wake up any minute and realize all of this was a surreal dream. Part of her prayed she would do just that because she wasn't sure she could refuse them when they came at her together. "Training?"

Rory couldn't be talking about what she thought he was talking about. But a glance at his face said otherwise. Her heart sped up. She didn't want or need BDSM. Her sister played with her husbands. They hadn't discussed it much beyond Piper assuring her it was consensual. Tori hadn't understood the point, so Piper had equipped her with a stack of romantic BDSM novels. These fictional lovers explored and indulged their darkest desires. They played hard and loved well.

Tori wasn't certain she could handle that from them.

"Do you understand where you and Oliver went wrong?" Callum kissed her foot, then set it aside.

"I opened my bloody mouth," Oliver said with sigh.

She nodded. "Yep. He opened his mouth." 

"Not precisely. Neither one of you said enough. Ollie, you said all the wrong things at the wrong time. Tori, my love, did you bother to mention that little gem you were gifting him with?" Callum asked.

Her virginity. She didn't want to talk about it, but somehow she didn't think Callum would let it go. He seemed so much more serious and confident than usual. Callum was often an adorable goofball. Except when he'd gotten her alone and practically stripped her down and gave her the sort of orgasm she'd dreamed about.

She should tell him it was none of his business, but for some reason she found herself answering him. "No. I tried, but things moved too fast."

"I wasn't listening and I didn't ask," Oliver admitted. "And I was very surprised to learn the truth." He knelt beside her, taking her hand into his. "Tori, I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I've got no excuse except that I was upset. The whole time we were together, I told you it was only one night, but I was already thinking of ways to keep you. I wanted to make you my mistress. When I realized you were a virgin, I suspected you would say no to that."

Anger flared again. "Yes. I mean no. I mean yes, I would have said no to that." She pulled away and started to stand. This chat was over. "I think I've made enough of a fool of myself for one evening."

"Oliver, step up." Callum instructed, looking to his brother. "Top her."

The eldest brother flushed and she wondered why. After surviving the fallout from Yasmin, he'd always seemed utterly untouchable. "I don't know if that's a good idea."