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“Nah, I’m good with watching. Cannon, go ahead.” His chest heaves as he backs away and leans against the wall once more. “You take my turn.” Archer clamps his teeth over his lip, palming his dick again.
We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t explode in his pants after another spank or two.
Kingston traces the lace of Elliot’s thong from hip to hip before his gaze jumps to mine. “You ready?”
Electric shocks shoot through my body as Kingston helps Elliot up from his lap. She turns to me, dark doe eyes drinking me in. Every bit of my possessive nature wants to throw her on my bed and make her mine. But that’s not what tonight’s about. I gesture that she should turn toward the bed. My movements measured and slow, I step up behind her, then let my fingers graze over the skin of her upper back, sweeping her hair to one side. She shivers—in anticipation, I think. With her neck bared to me, I bring my face to the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, taking in that sweet scent of hers, before skimming my lips across her shoulder.
I gather her hands in mine, then use my body to bend her toward the bed. Placing both of her hands, palms down, on the mattress, I cover them with mine and press firmly, so she knows she’s not to move. From there, I ease back to standing and grip one of her hips while I push down on her lower back. With my foot, I nudge the inside of her calves until she widens her stance and is positioned just so. I step back to admire the view.
Legs spread, torn skinny jeans pulled down to her knees, fuck-hot heels on her feet, and that pink thong… the only thing between me and her pretty little cunt.
Kingston nods his approval. “Good call. I like it.”
Elliot lets loose with a small whimper.
I’ve got her right where I want her. And I could swear she likes it, despite the fact that it’s supposed to be a punishment. Out of my mind with desire to touch her, I draw in a ragged breath before bringing both hands to the uppermost part of her thighs, trailing my fingertips up over the freshly spanked skin, warm from Kingston’s hands. Without warning, I sharply smack her ass, then quickly repeat what I’ve done on the other cheek.
She yelps then glances over her shoulder at me, her pupils dilated and her pretty pink lips parted. Her breath feathers slowly in and out—she’s on edge, waiting for what’s next. She may not be able to tell us yet, or even understand why she feels this way, but somewhere down deep, she does like this. I see it in the way her eyes beg me for more.
But there are other emotions riding below the surface. Embarrassment, maybe? Is she pissed? Fuck if I know. This entire situation is crazy. We, as brothers, are used to wild shit happening… but it hasn’t ever involved femalebrothers. This scenario is new to us, too.
Fuck, I like this. And I can’t stop. Not now. Notever.Catching my bottom lip with my teeth, I rub my hands over the spots where I spanked her. My suspicions that she likes it, at the very least subconsciously, are confirmed when she arches her back and pushes her ass against my palms. She’s so fucking hot. I smack the reddened globes before me, making her gift us with another lengthy, lustful moan. Fiery thoughts of possession rock me. My chest tightens. The needy, desireful beast inside who wants to make her mine roars.
FOURTEEN
ELLIOT
My brain whirs a mile a minute,trying to process the fact that I’m half naked in front of three men at once. I broke their rules, and if I want to continue on here, I have no choice but to participate in their brand of insanity. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine they’d have me bent over, my jeans peeled down to my knees, my bare ass on display, and my pussy quivering.
Air passes between my lips in jerks and starts. I reflexively clench my fingers into Cannon’s soft bedding, unsure what to make of what’s happening and how I feel about it. I knew going in they wouldn’t go easy on me. Kingston warned me.
I should have listened.
To be fair, they checked with me multiple times to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into, if I wanted to be here. I’ve said yes every damn time—because I don’t have a choice other than to forge on, no matter what they do to me. I have a purpose here and am in this until I fulfill the promise I made to my friend. Iwillfind out what happened to him, even if it kills me.
I wish I knew what was in their heads. Because I’m a mess. One minute I’m ticked off at them and their dumb-ass rules and the next, arousal soaks my underwear. It makes no fucking sense.
Cannon’s firm hand comes down on my right cheek again.Oh, fuck.
Archer asked me if I liked being spanked, and I said I didn’t know.
I lied.
Clearly, I like it. A lot. The humiliation of what I’m enduring at their hands seems to be feeding into some twisted area of my psyche that says the pain feels good. Like, really fucking good.
Cannon seems content for the moment to rub his hands over my ass cheeks. They’re radiating heat, like twin spheres of fire, and painfully swollen. It’s doubtful I’ll be able to sit down comfortably tomorrow.
I’ve always thought the point of a spanking wasn’t necessarily the pain of it as it happens—though I’m certain that’s a bit of a wake-up call, too—but rather the residual effects that linger, a reminder of the wrongdoing that prompted the punishment in the first place. Except breaking their stupid rules isn’t exactly a wrongdoing in my book. But I’m going to have to play their fucking game to win.
Glancing to my left, I make eye contact with Archer; they’re half hooded and lust filled. He’d nudged his suspenders from his shoulders at some point, and while he’s stopped touching his dick for the moment, it’s hard as a rock and strains against his fancy custom-tailored pants. He’s threaded his fingers together and has rested them on top of his head. Possibly in an effort to control himself? The idea of him coming in his pants makes my throat go dry. At least I’m not the only one turned on by my punishment.
A groan emanates from the other side of the room, and my head swings over in time to see Kingston readjust himself.Nope, I’m definitely not the only one.His jaw is so tight, I wonder if the sound of his teeth cracking won’t soon fill the room. He stares boldly at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his before clasping his hands behind his neck and tugging. His tongue slips out to wet his lower lip. His eyes never leave me.
I’m so distracted by what’s going on with Archer and Kingston that I miss it when Cannon removes his hands from me. When it occurs to me that he’s no longer touching me, I twist around, careful not to remove my hands from the bed. His blue eyes blaze with heat. I swallow, blinking as I study him.Is it over?
He rubs his hand over his jaw, assessing me through glazed-over eyes. My gaze drops to his crotch—his shorts are doing nothing to hide his erection.That’s three for three.My pussy clenches involuntarily, and my heart thuds hard several times in rapid succession, and it registers that I have a certain power with them that I could abuse if I choose.Me.Elliot Ashford. I’m making their dicks hard. It’s almost too much for me to wrap my head around.
Hetold me no one else would ever want me. My body trembles as my mind threatens to slide into a not-so-distant memory.
