Their Virgin Princess (Masters of Ménage #4)(108)

"Yes, my Master," she breathed, emotion choking her voice. "And I deserve some discipline for the other day. It was never about not loving you all. I love you so much. I ached the whole time we fought. I should have trusted you to be strong enough to stand with me. I should have trusted us." 

"Why? What have you learned?" He wanted to hear it. He wouldn't believe it until it came from her lips.

"I should have turned to you because families face hard times together. Because my problems are your problems. We share everything. The good and the bad. I promise you, I will never push you away again. I will cling to this relationship because it's my life."

A well of peace opened inside Dane's heart. He'd waited his whole life for those words with these people in this one place where he belonged. He let go of the leash he'd kept himself on forever. "Never again, Lea. You will never place me in that position again because I will do the same thing. I will fight back and I will fight dirty because you belong with us."

"This is where we all belong," Cooper said, running his hand across her back, worshipping her skin with his own. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"You're so gorgeous." Landon touched her hair, skimming it with his fingers. "I love you like this. You're pretty in those gowns and stuff, but I always think of you naked and kneeling."

Dane walked around to her back, enjoying every inch of the view. Her spine was straight, her knees splayed wide so he could just start to see her pussy. It pouted between her legs, glistening with a light coating of her juice. That peach would be even riper and more ready after he was finished. "Gentlemen, let's get started. We all need to know how to spank this ass. Landon, you start us out. For now, it's a count of twenty."

Landon didn't hesitate. He moved to her backside, getting on his knees and bringing his hand back. He proved he'd been listening on the island. He used the flat of his hand on the fleshiest part of her ass. A loud smack reverberated through the room. He loved that sound and the way Alea gasped, her whole body flushing beautifully. She held herself still. Her hair moved, and he could see the way her shoulders shook as the erotic torture continued. Lan smacked her ass again and again. Dane walked over so he could watch. He loved the way her flesh moved under Lan's hand, the color turning a pretty pink.

"Hold your hand on her ass. Let the heat sink in." He needed to teach his partners so they would always know how to discipline their sweet sub. "Let me show you."

Lan immediately stepped back, allowing Dane to move into place. They moved almost fluidly, and it sent a wave of calm through Dane. They could do this. The Dom in him was possessive, but it was easy now, because Alea needed Cooper and Lan. And he needed them, too. This life he was embracing would be extraordinary because he got to share it with his friends.

"Make it a quick smack, then a slow burn." After five quick smacks to that round ass, he let his hand grip her, feeling the shudder go through her. And he could smell what getting naked and kneeling before her Masters had done to her. The musky spice of Alea's arousal tightened his cock and made him crazy. He wanted to mount her and shove his cock deep, taking her over and over until he'd imprinted himself on her, but that wouldn't serve his purpose. Patience was required. Patience would make the pleasure so much more stronger, would bond them all together. "Are you all right, baby?"

"I'm getting my ass smacked, Dane. All right is a weak description."

He loved her bratty mouth because it just made it all the easier to discipline her. "That's another ten."

"Dane," she pleaded, her head turning back. "Dane, I'm already dying here."

It was time to really begin her training. She needed to learn patience as well. "You keep your eyes to the front unless I tell you otherwise."



       
         
       
        

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

He held his hand tight to her flesh. She was turning a glorious shade of pink, and he could feel the heat radiating from her flesh.

Cooper got to his knees on the other side of Alea. "Let me help."

And Landon could start getting things ready. It seemed to have been his role in this plot. Dane couldn't be angry about it. It had been a huge gift his partners and their woman had given him.

"Landon, find a proper pair of clamps. I think we should dress our little sex toy before putting her to good use."

Alea's little moan let him know she was okay. There were still so many things that could trigger bad memories for her, but they wouldn't know how far they could go without pushing her boundaries. He nodded at Cooper, and they took turns smacking her ass, finding a rhythm. Alea swayed slightly and the throaty sounds that came from her mouth went straight to his dick.