Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(69)

         
       
        

Rory's fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted her head up before his mouth descended on hers. He wasn't soft or sweet. His brother devoured her, and Tori responded. Her whole body softened against his, her breasts crushed to his chest. He watched her, watched how readily she responded to Rory's dominance. Her arms wound around his neck, her hips cuddling his.

She wanted Rory. Did she want him, too?

"Feel the need to rip her away from him?" Callum asked, his voice low.

Oliver shook his head. The truth settled deep inside him. He didn't try to dodge it or rationalize it. He just accepted it. "I like watching her."

She was beautiful and he wouldn't get to see her like this if he was the man doing the kissing. He wouldn't be able to watch how she responded, to really study her. He would be driving toward his own pleasure and now he could see that would be a mistake. Her pleasure would heighten his own. He wanted to give her as much as possible.

Callum stood beside him, his stare all over Tori. "You can really get a sense of what she needs from watching her with someone else. I wouldn't allow this with anyone but the two of you. I couldn't take her to a club and share her with someone else just to watch her. This only works between us. Rory won't run off with her. He won't try to steal her from us."

Rory sighed and gave her lips one last kiss before letting her go. "I couldn't handle her by myself. She's far too much woman for any one man."

Tori flushed, and her lips curled up. Dominance followed by tenderness. She needed both. Was it possible she needed him, too?

"Tori, you know what I want, right?" Callum stepped up, moving into her space.

"Sex," she answered quietly.

Callum loomed over her. "So much more than sex. I want to play with you. I want to share you with my brothers. You'll be the center of our world and we'll give you more pleasure than you can imagine, but you have to obey me if you want it. That's the exchange."

"I want a night with you," she said, biting her lip. "And as you all know, I don't have much experience so following your advice seems logical."

Callum caught her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "This isn't following advice. You'll obey or you'll face the punishment."

She stared up at Callum. "Punishment? You'll really spank me?"

The thought of watching his brother slap her gorgeous arse nearly unmanned Oliver. He needed to get himself under control or he would be no good to her.

"I'll definitely spank you," Callum answered. "You're going to lay yourself over my knee and accept my discipline for lying about a fiancé, running away like a frightened little bird, and forcing us to track you down in order to settle our differences." 

A frown turned her lips down. "That's not fair. I didn't know I could get spanked for doing that. And I wasn't a frightened little bird. I was mad as hell."

"I can attest to that." Oliver quipped.

Where had that come from? Was his sense of humor finally coming back after all this time?

Callum kept his gaze steady on her. "Make your decision, Torrance. You will be spanked if you stay in this room. Tell me you're not curious about it. Tell me that pussy of yours isn't already wet and aching at the thought of my hand on your backside. You might not have experience, but you know what you want. You also know that anything worth having requires courage. Can you be brave?"

Tori nodded. "I want it. I want to try everything."

Callum placed a very chaste kiss on her lips. "That's my girl. Now go over there and kiss Oliver. He's as inexperienced in this particular form of play as you are, and I think he's feeling out of place. Can you forgive him for being a wretched arse?"

He was feeling out of place. He was wondering if it wouldn't be better to leave her with Callum and Rory. Did Callum have to point that out just now?

She swayed across the room to him, her body moving with unconscious grace. Oliver found himself caught in the gaze of those somber eyes. She was so beautiful, and he'd treated her so poorly. She'd deserved the world, and he'd given her hell. If she slapped him, he'd endure it. If she wanted to rail at his injustices, he would listen to every word.

"I'm sorry, Tori." He could never apologize enough.

She reached up to him, bracing her hands on his chest. Their gazes met. "I want to erase that night."

That wasn't what he wanted. "I only want to erase the end. I want to go back and hold you, make it good for you."

"Then do it tonight, Oliver." She rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips over his.