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I want her.
Yeah, buddy. You’re ten kinds of obvious. I’d be surprised if she isn’t already aware of his odd fascination with her. I draw in a breath and take a moment to think.
I hadn’t minded stepping back and letting him get up close and personal with her. He’s been keyed up since the moment he set eyes on her. And I’m fine with that. I do wonder if tonight was a fuck up, though, because right up until we sent her back to her room, I could imagine a lot of fun being had. Then again, we’re not here to be her friendly fuck buddies. We’re supposed to test her and make sure she’s worthy of being a part of the brotherhood. It’s all kinds of fucked up that she’s a woman. I mean, I know Kingston is right about that. This is definitely not how we usually do things.
Last year, Dane was mostly our lapdog, fetching things when we needed them, attending our classes if we didn’t feel like it, and that sort of thing. He blended in well with the other guys. He didn’t give us a single problem the entire time, even came through his final test with flying colors. But this girl, she’s going to be a handful. Hell, she already has been, and we’ve hardly begun.
Holding my hands up, I grind out, “I mean, the thing is, if what pisses her off most is not being one of the guys, being told all her life she’s not good enough to join her daddy’s brotherhood? Then using her gender against her is the ultimate punishment. And she could have protested when we moved beyond the spanking into more interesting territory. But shedidn’t.She was into it.” My eyes find Cannon’s. “Really into it, wasn’t she?”
Cannon huffs out a soft laugh and sends another message, which pings in our group text two seconds later.
Definitely into it. Gushing. Ready.
And next time, I’m having a taste.
Watch or not, I don’t give a rat’s ass.
I snicker because I have no doubt he intends to do exactly that and jerk my thumb in the direction of my room. “I’m going to go check the camera feed in her room. I’ll let you know if she misbehaves. See you in the morning.”
Kingston gives a brief nod, his jaw twitching. “Yep, we’ve gotta talk about plans for the brother party tomorrow night, too. I’m interested to see what Elliot will do when we start the games.”
My brow furrows.Weird.Something’s off with him. He’s with us—assuming the role of our leader—but not quite here. If that makes sense at all. I can practically see the tangled-up thoughts in his head. He doesn’t want her here. Yet he does. I’ve never seen his eyes burn so hot as they had when he was watching Cannon touch Elliot. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Kingston was jealous. Fuck, if he’s feeling that way, I’m positive it’s absolutely infuriating to him, tearing him up from the inside out.
Tucking all those thoughts away for later when I have more time to devote to picking apart the state of my friend’s head, I clear my throat. “She’ll suck it up and do what we tell her to. My vote is for playing poker for the brother party, but you already knew that.” I lift a hand as I depart. “Night.”
I briefly stop in front of Elliot’s door when I hear her mumbling something to herself, but I can’t quite catch it. No matter, the cameras I’ve planted in all the initiate rooms have high-quality microphones, and while they aren’t the clearest, they definitely are worth the extra money I spent on them. Not that money is really ever an issue for any of us, but I prefer not to throw it down the toilet if possible. I’m a sensible guy.
I stride quickly to my room and let myself in, pausing to glance back at her door. My brows pinch together. I should have touched her like Cannon or Kingston had. Put my hands or mouth on her ass, fondled her tits, slid my fingers through the wetness between her legs. But instead, I’d watched her and had taken in every nuance of expression as my brothers delivered both pain and pleasure. It’d been unbelievably hot to watch how it all played out. And by focusing on her—mostly, anyway—it also made me feel very close to her. Like I got the chance to see something no one else has.
Carefully, I shut myself into my room and lock it behind me.
Maybe next time I’ll join in. But I derive a lot of pleasure simply from watching. I almost came in my pants five different times.
Even better, Elliot had watched me, too. Those dark doe eyes of hers had connected with mine as I got more and more turned on, my dick so hard, I almost took it out, no matter that my friends were in the room.Almost.Her gaze had dipped down and locked on the movement of my hand, and I swear to God, I wanted to show her what she was doing to me.
Nudging my suspenders off my shoulders, I stand before my bank of three computer monitors and jiggle my mouse to bring them to life, then pull up the live stream coming in from the cameras across the hall in Elliot’s room. After last year’s initiate issues, Kingston had me install an entire system so we could closely monitor their actions. Every single one of them signed off on it, too, no questions asked. I can pull up footage from Elliot’s, Taggart’s, or Bridger’s rooms at the drop of a hat.
Admiring my handiwork, I check each camera in Elliot’s room. We have some which give us strategic views of her entire living area. I’ve given us a shot of every single space our girl could possibly be in. I have a camera inside her walk-in closet, and the one across the room shows both the small seating area and the dresser—I could go back and watch the footage of myself pulling out her sexy-as-fuck pink thong earlier, if I felt so inclined. Depending on what she’s doing, I might. And of course, there are several which provide footage from a spot giving us a full view of her king-size bed.
I debated for a while whether I should install cameras in their bathrooms, and in the end, I went ahead with it. It sounds sick at first, but nothing is aimed at the toilets. I’m not that crude. Now, the full-length mirror and walk-in shower? Those are turning out to be great ideas.
The bottom line is I didn’t want to chance leaving a place where any initiate could hide from us. Because, like Kingston has been quick to remind her—she’s ours. We’re responsible for her.
As I’m studying the feeds, I locate Elliot sitting on the floor in front of her door with her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She stares off into space, unmoving. My brow furrows. I scan back a few minutes so I can have a look from the time she walked in her door. While I watch, I work the buttons on my shirt, leaving it hanging open. On the screen, the door flies open, and she hurries in, then locks it behind her before she slides down to the floor. What sounds like a ragged sob bursts from her lips and then she stops, frowning, and I faintly hear her mutter to herself, “How the hell did that happen? Am I still drunk?” She pokes at her lip with her finger, then takes a few calming breaths. She slowly shakes her head, then drops her forehead to her knees.
Nah.By the time she and Cannon had walked home and we’d doled out her punishment, she’d definitely sobered up. A good hard spanking will do that, I suppose.
Impatient, I fast forward to the live feed where I find her in the walk-in closet. The light has been flipped on, so I see everything very clearly. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the thong that started it all, she pushes the tiny scrap of fabric over her ass, carefully steps out of it, and drops it into the laundry basket on the floor. She does the same with the camisole I’d picked out for her to wear tonight.
Fuck me.She’s gorgeous. Ripe breasts, tiny waist, full hips, perfect for grabbing. And, oh man. The same carefully shaved pubic hair I’d seen earlier when Cannon had tortured me by offering me a view as he played with her thong. She hesitates, standing there for a moment in all her naked glory.
I scramble to pull my arms from my shirt. My breaths are ragged as I sit there, rubbing myself through my pants. Here I go again.Fuck.Those thighs. I want them wrapped around my head as I eat her pussy. Kinda like a pair of soft earmuffs.Yeah.
My thirsty eyes follow her as she strolls nude to the same chest of drawers I’d rummaged through earlier. She slides the underwear drawer open.Fuck.There’d been so many different pairs in there, everything from cotton to lace, boy shorts to thongs. I bite down on my lip at the sight of all that smooth, nakedness. It’s darker in her bedroom, but I can still see well enough because of the light she’d left on in the closet. She grabs clothing and heads toward the bathroom this time. I scan the different camera angles, selecting one of the three I’d installed in there.
Inside the bathroom, she turns on the light and shuts the door before she sets her clothing on the counter. Spinning around, she goes over to the full-length mirror. I switch feeds again, unsure what she’s doing. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut. I hastily flip through to find her while I remove my hand from my dick, sensing I need to pay more attention to her than my hard-on. She moves just so, and that’s when I see it.
Holy. Shit. We couldn’t tell in the dim light of Cannon’s room, but her ass is the color of a candy apple. There are definite red handprints standing out like a flaming beacon on her perfect skin, and when she shifts to have a look at her other cheek, the outline of Cannon’s bite is distinct. She turns around and stares blankly at her reflection in the mirror. Not even a wince. I’d really love to know what’s going through her head right now.
