Page 7 of Auctioned to her Stepbrothers

Instead, I sit down on the chair, my legs spread wide. I pull her down, situating her body on my thigh, her legs between my own. She perches there, seeming very much like her nickname, like a bird about to take flight.

Except she's not going anywhere. We've paid good money for her, and I intend to get what I came for.

All day, every day, I'm the voice of reason. The peacemaker who reins in Kylian's crueler impulses. And who keeps Lyle from letting his hot head rule him, but tonight I'm not the patient middle brother. I'm letting loose, and the only one who will be controlled is her.

She's trembling, even though she's still fully clothed. Her dress does look a bit ruffled at the top from Lyle's ministrations. But I want her calm, so I stroke her hair, soothing her. When the little bird no longer looks like she's about to take flight, I reach in my pocket and pull out a length of black silk.

Lyle opens his mouth to say something as I drape it across her eyes, but I glare at him, and he remains quiet. I tie the blindfold behind her hair, leaving it loose for the moment. When I place my fingers on her mask, her own hands fly up, afraid she will be identifiable.

"It's okay," I say in my calmest voice. "I'm just going to move the mask on top of the blindfold."

She nods, and I do so. Though I can only see the lower half of her face, I know she's resigned to this and many other indignitiestonight. But I hope that she'll no longer see it that way when the night is over.

My cock twitches as I take away her sight. My brothers are silent as they sit on the bed opposite us, so all our little sparrow knows is me. My hands in her hair. My thigh under her sweet little ass. My breath caresses her skin as I smooth her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears.

Her body relaxes, and my lips curve into a smile. My hand is on her back, exploring the spot where the silky fabric gives way to warm skin. I wonder if it's as flushed as her face is.

Pulling her toward me, I rest my cheek against the top of her head, cradling her. My hand strokes up and down, and she seems almost hypnotized until I locate the zipper of her dress and tug it down.

She gasps, but I hold her tight, quelling her struggles. As I resume stroking the bare skin of her back, she stills again. I kiss her forehead as I move my hands to her shoulders. Pushing gently, I lower the bands of fabric that stretch across her arms. More and more creamy cleavage is exposed as I inch the straps down. She shivers in my arms, and I know why. The dress is barely clinging to her sweet breasts. One more touch, and it'll fall to her waist.

But I don't do that—yet.

My brothers are growing impatient, but this isn't about them. "Stand up," I whisper in the sparrow's ear. She does so, and to her credit, she makes no move to stop her dress from falling to the floor. However, her trembling increases. I can see it on her flawless skin.

I grasp her around the waist and guide her back on my lap, but this time, my legs are closed, and hers aren't. She's facing outward, her thighs open and straddling mine. Her sweet ass, clad only in small lacy panties, presses against my erection.

"Play with your nipples. Make them hard." I can see through the lace of her bra that her pink buds are pebbled, but I want her to touch herself. She does so hesitantly, rubbing her index fingers in circles over the bra. She gasps when I unclasp the back. Now her fingers are holding up the flimsy fabric instead of tugging on those hard little nipples.

"Slide your fingers inside your panties."

I can feel her gulp, but she glides her hand down her stomach. The bra falls away, and Kylian and Lyle feast their eyes on her flawless tits.

The girl's hand stills at the low waistband of her panties. She turns her head slightly toward me. "Is it just—are the others…"

"Is it just us?" I finish her question. "It might be. Just you and me alone in this room. Or the others might be here. Watching your every move. Would you like that, Little Sparrow?"

She moans and squirms at the same time, which feels like both a yes and no.

"Touch your clit."

After the briefest hesitation, her fingers slide along her flat abdomen and under the soft material. She stiffens, and I know she's touching her most sensitive spot.

"That's it, make yourself feel good. Touch yourself like you do when you're alone." My voice is low and rumbly in her ear.

She nods, her silky blond hair pressing against my cheek. Her back arches as she strokes herself.

"What kind of woman touches herself in front of a strange man?" I hiss in her ear, and she moans again. I spread my thighs, forcing her legs further apart. "What kind of woman displays herself in such a wanton way? Almost naked in front of three men?"

Her breath catches when I say the word three, and I give my brothers a nod. Their eyes glittering, they both reach out, each placing a hand on one of her spread thighs. She jumps when they touch her. "Keep playing with yourself," I order.

Kylian wants a better view. He leans forward, a flash of silver in his hand. Then her panties are on the floor, both sides cut, while the girl squeals in surprise.

Jesus, it's a good thing I blindfolded her. Even I had a moment of alarm when I saw the knife in my brother's hand. But Kylian's an evil bastard, not a total bastard, though. He usually manages to stay on the right side of the line.

Usually.

Now that our sparrow's aware she's being watched, Lyle wants a show. "Stick your fingers in your pussy," he says.

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