Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(72)

Callum tugged her close with a grin. "Perfect."

Tori managed the awkward climb over his lap. She had to force herself to breathe. His cock prodded her belly as his hand settled on the small of her back. The other rested between her shoulders. His hold might seem casual but she wasn't getting up until he allowed it. Suddenly, she felt cool air-and their hungry gazes-all over her ass. Had she ever been so vulnerable? Defenseless? She couldn't do anything to defend herself in this position, yet she still felt safe.

"This is the most gorgeous backside I've ever seen." Callum stroked her curves with his big hand, spreading heat through her system. He trailed his fingertips down her thighs, then teased his way back up again, brushing so close to the juncture. She gasped.

The waiting was going to kill her. He was stroking her butt, gently petting her and making her insane. She needed more than this slow discovery. Her pussy was clenching with need, and Callum was taking his sweet time.

Rory knelt beside her, cupping her chin and forcing her head up. He skated his thumb along her bottom lip. "This is a foolish question, but I'll ask it anyway. Has anyone fucked this luscious mouth?"

She flushed. "Oliver."

"Naturally. It's my turn then. I want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart," Rory said, his voice a low, sexy rumble. "I've had dreams about it." 

Tori wanted to taste him, to know what it felt like to run her tongue across his sensitive crest, suck her way up his stiff shaft, and feel him shudder with need. "I want that. I want it all."

"I think it's safe to say we'll push some boundaries," Callum said. "Starting now."

She heard the smack before she felt it. The sound hit her ears, short and sharp. A second later, pure fire licked along her flesh. She squealed in protest, then squirmed on Callum's lap. It stung like hell. Where was the erotic in that?

Another hard smack. "Don't move. Give it a minute before you spit out that safe word."

She shivered, tears blurring her vision as he smacked her ass again, and she writhed, trying to worm away from his next blow.

"I don't think she likes it," Oliver said.

"It takes a minute." Callum's hand was still on her ass, rubbing hard, settling fire under her skin. "If she'll let it, the pain will become pleasure."

Was he for real?

Tori took a deep, coping breath and tried to manage the hurt that flared where he'd already spanked her. Callum's hand came down again, and this time she didn't fight it. She opened herself up and let the pain rush across her nerve endings and sink into her senses. He struck her again, and the agony blooming under her skin suddenly morphed into a deep heat. He rubbed into her with the flat of his palm. It settled in her core. A rush of fresh arousal made her shudder.

"I think you should let her up. This isn't working." Oliver sounded concerned.

Before Callum could reply, she lifted her head. Oliver needed to let her have this moment with Callum. Nothing would work between them if they didn't respect each other's boundaries. "It's working fine, Oliver. Be quiet. I can't think when you're talking."

A much sharper slap to her already sore rear cheek made her gasp. Callum had meant that blow. "No disrespect. Even when one of us is acting like a prat. But there's my girl. Pretty sub. I knew you were there." Another smack, this one lighter. "You like this."

"I don't know yet." She couldn't admit it that quickly.

Smack. Harder again. Louder. Callum hit her ass dead center, right between her cheeks. "I think you're lying."

She probably didn't want to know what he would do if he knew she was. "I-I do like it. I'm just not used to it yet."

He peppered another volley of little smacks across her backside.

"How can you tell she likes it?" Oliver asked, stroking a soothing hand over her calf.

"Show him," Rory ordered.

"Touch her. Her mouth might lie, but her pussy never will." Callum spread her legs.

Before she could protest she felt Oliver's big fingers sliding through her sex.

"She's quite wet." Oliver's voice deepened as he worked two fingers inside her. He rotated them and it was all Tori could do not to move against him.

"And she's obedient." Callum's hand on the small of her back held her steady. "Is it hard to be still, love? Do you want to thrust back and fuck those big fingers of Oliver's?"

She wanted to scream in frustration, but managed to hold still-barely. She was determined to win this little game Callum played. "Yes. That's exactly what I want to do."

Callum's hand tightened on her back. "So the spanking got you all hot and bothered and ready to fuck."

She wasn't the only one. She could feel his cock practically pulsing against her belly. "Yes, but I'm not going to steal an orgasm. I've never stolen anything."