Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(71)

Arousal flooded his system, making the world seem hazy and a little surreal. He was talking to his brothers about fucking the woman of his dreams-the woman he was about to share with them-and it seemed oddly natural. It was definitely natural to let his hand slide down to that pussy his brothers were staring at. He ran his palm over the silky scrap of fabric covering her and found it soaked. "Why do you think I fucked everything up? She felt too good to be true."

He dragged the knickers down her legs, and she obediently stepped out of them.

Callum dragged in a rough breath.

"Fuck me," Rory muttered thickly, staring at her cunt.

On his knees, Oliver was so close he could smell the citrus of her body and the strong spicy scent of her need. His fingers slid over her labia, finding her already coated with arousal. She was ripe and ready and he wanted to taste her again. He wanted to eat that pussy until she couldn't shout out his name anymore.

She moved against his fingers, silently begging for a pet.

"Don't move," Callum commanded. "She's trying to sneak in an orgasm and she doesn't get one until she's had her spanking."

She leaned back against him. "I wasn't trying to steal anything."

"Then let's get this over with so we can move on to the pleasant portions of the evening." Callum took a seat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. "Over my knee."



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He couldn't be serious. Tori had never felt more vulnerable than standing there in Oliver's arms as his brother ordered her to lay over his lap and take her punishment. They were all dressed … and she was completely naked. What was she thinking? She was naked and aroused and Callum wanted to spank her. How could she be this aroused?

She just was. And knowing Oliver's and Rory's stares would be on her only turned her on more.

"Please, Tori, he's being a stubborn bastard, but I don't think he'll let us move on unless you obey," Oliver whispered into her ear. "And I'm dying here."

He pressed that massive erection into her backside. Tori held in a secret smile. Of course she was going to give in. She wanted what Rory had promised her-the three men she loved surrounding her, pleasuring her. Somehow knowing Oliver was as green at this kind of play as she was settled her. After their first time together, she hadn't been sure how she would react to Oliver, if she could trust him to make her body sing. But being with him felt right. Perfect. Oliver would support her, show her off to the others, and make her feel like a goddess. She had no doubt this would be a night to remember.

Too bad his brother was so serious about the whole discipline thing.

"I'm scared of the spanking," she murmured, eyes downcast. "I've never had one."

"Not even as a child?" Rory asked.

She shook her head. "I spent a lot of time in the corner, though. I got grounded a few times, but no one ever spanked me."

"I knew there was a reason you're such an incorrigible brat." Callum winked her way. "I'm glad I get to give you your first spanking. I'll teach you the first lesson. The longer you make me wait, the worse it will get. If you come to me now, you can expect an erotic spanking. Then we'll call the slate clean. If you make me wait, I'll need more from you."



       
         
       
        

"Do it, sweetheart," Rory encouraged. "Or I might need a few swats myself."

She hurried over because an erotic spanking really sounded better than a spanking spanking. Callum looked like a decadent dream sitting there wearing nothing but his dress slacks. He was covered in lean muscles. All three of her men were powerful, stunning, virile. She could practically swim in the testosterone floating in the air.

Her men. They were hers for the night. She couldn't think past the next few hours and she wasn't going to waste them feeling anxious. She wasn't really afraid of Callum. He wouldn't truly harm her. Yes, it might sting, but even the thought of his hand on her bare butt …  No denying that turned her on more.

"All right." She gave him a shaky nod.

Callum held out his hand to steady her. "Excellent. Choose your safe word. If the sensations become too much, you say that word and everything stops. Do you understand?"

She wasn't sure she wanted anything to stop. Despite her reservations, she was rapidly discovering she liked having them stare at her, intent and focused and on edge. She felt more powerful giving them her submission than she ever had. Her mind whirled as she tried to come up with some odd word that she wouldn't normally say in an intimate situation. "Football."