I can’t stop laughing at their ridiculous posturing as I die of embarrassment. I think I’m going to blame the tequila on this one. It’s a great night for a little debauchery. I haven’t seen Atlas again as we walk through the sea of people dancing, kissing, and fucking.
Sure that he’s fine, I let the guys walk me down a side hallway.
“Hands on the wall, Beautiful, ass out. Do you trust me?” Tyler asks with a smile. He’s so damn gorgeous when he’s mischievous. His caramel eyes are molten with desire, so I say the only thing I can, as I rub my thighs together.
“Yes.”
Moving away from Draven’s arm, I place my hands on the wall with my back flat so my butt is on display. Tyler flips my skirt up to get the best view, smacking my ass as he bites his fist.
“Such a pretty, wet pussy,” he praises, making me whimper as he runs his finger through my arousal. It sounds obscenely loud. I know it’s a sex club, but we’re out in the open and…
Smack.
“Pay attention, Baby. Don’t get distracted,” Tyler admonishes.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, shivering. I love when Tyler is like this. I’m in new territory, in ultimate brat mode, and need him to keep me in check.
“Fuck me,” Mav growls. I can feel their gaze on me, feel the heat of my skin from the spanking, and crave more.
Tyler’s big hands massage my skin, his thumb teasing my asshole as I whimper. “I'm addicted to your ass, Little Flower,” he says reverently. “You’ve been a sassy brat, so you’re going to count, one for every swat. Can you handle that?”
“Yes,” I promise, looking over my shoulder at the three of them.
“Such a good girl for him,” Mav rumbles. I swear my pussy contracts around nothing, making me shiver just as Tyler hits my left cheek.
“Ahh!” I cry out. Fuck, he swats hard. “One.”
“Damn, this is the only time I like it when you cry,” Tyler grunts. I’m positive there’s a red handprint on my ass as he hits the right cheek with his palm.
Dropping my head between my arms, I take a steadying breath.
“Layla,” Tyler barks. Goosebumps erupt over my body as I smirk and say, "Two.”
“Brat,” Draven chuckles. I’m sure there’s a smile somewhere, but I gasp as I am treated to another smack.
Fuck, that one hurt. Tyler rubs the sting out of it as I hiss, “Three.”
There’s a stream of curses flowing through my mind, but I stubbornly roll my lips inwards to keep them in. Tears well in my eyes as I sniffle.
Mav wraps his hand around my hair, forcing my head up. “You cry so prettily when you’re getting your punishment. Just a couple more, then you can have your tight little cunt flooded with cum,” he promises.
I’m sure my pupils are blown with desire as I swallow hard.
I’m riding the edge between pain and pleasure, which keeps me centered. Today has been a lot, and I can’t think past the next swat of Tyler’s hand as I gaze up at Mav.
“Relax, Little Flower,” Tyler croons as he massages my back and ass. I know he doesn’t want me to tense when he spanks me and I try to breathe.
“You’re doing so good,” Mav murmurs before he kisses me upside down. My traitorous body relaxes, and that’s when Tyler strikes. Mav swallows my scream. Only after does he whisper against my lips, “Four.”
“Teamwork from the dom, I see how it is,” Tyler grumbles. “One more, Baby, and then Draven is gonna fuck your dripping pussy, okay? God, you should see yourself right now. Your thighs are coated in your cream, Baby Girl. Goddamn.”
Whimpering as Tyler slowly rubs my clit, my eyes roll as I stare up at Mav. He wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb caressing my racing pulse. As Mav squeezes, I swear there’s a direct cord between my clit and his hand.
Tyler continues to tease my bundle of nerve endings, detouring to gather some of my arousal before continuing to edge me closer to my release.
I whine because I know he won’t give it to me, and Mav’s cut over to Tyler. “Shh, Little Dove, you’re okay. Soon you’ll be able to fly. Just a little longer.”
He used to call me his songbird five years ago, and this feels close to that. I had forgotten Mav used to say that, because I pushed all of those memories away.