“Well, well,” he says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click. “What is the virgin nanny up to?”
Oh my god, how many visitors am I going to have in my room?
I scramble to pull my blouse down to cover my exposed pussy, my face burning with shame. The long white blouse is just barely long enough to serve as a makeshift dress, covering me to mid-thigh as I sit there, trying not to move and accidentally expose myself even more.
“Nothing,” I stammer, my voice hoarse from crying out during my orgasms. “I was just getting ready to shower.”
“I saw my brothers leaving your room,” Elias interrupts, his eyes never leaving mine as he stalks closer. “They looked…quite happy.”
There’s something different about his energy now. He seems less controlled and more… predatory. The professional calmness I saw earlier has been replaced by something darker, hungrier. He’s still immaculately dressed in that tailored suit, but his eyes are wild, his breathing slightly accelerated.
“They just wanted to talk, and then I decided to shower after,” I say weakly, glancing around for my discarded clothes.
“Hmm,” Elias stops in front of me, towering over where I sit on the sofa. “I leave you alone for an hour, and you’re already spreading your legs for my brothers? What a very bad virgin you are.”
Fuck, I’m starting to get horny again from his words.
“It wasn’t like that,” I protest as slick drips from my pussy onto my inner thighs. “You teased me. And got me all worked up and then left me like that. You can’t just do that to an omega.”
“Couldn’t help it? Is that your excuse?” He asks, sitting next to me. He suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me across his lap, face down. My blouse rides up, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room.
“Elias!” I yelp as his hand cracks down on my ass. The sting blooms across my skin, shocking and somehow exhilarating at the same time.
“Virgins,” he says, his voice low and dangerous as he palms the curve of my ass, “are supposed to save themselves. To stay pure.” His hand comes down again, harder this time, on the opposite cheek. “Not let just anyone taste them.”
“I didn’t—ah!” Another slap, harder than the last, makes me jerk against him.
“Didn’t what?” Elias asks, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, spreading me wide so that cool air hits my wet pussy. “Admit what you did.”
“Nothing happened! No one knotted me,” I moan as he spreads my cheeks wider until my anus starts to clench. “I’m still a virgin.”
He laughs, a dark sound that makes my pussy clench with need. “That’s not how it works, omega. Your virginity isn’t just your hymen. It’s all of you. Every inch. Every drop of slick.”
His hand comes down again, and I cry out, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. But beneath the pain, there’s a building pleasure. Each slap sends vibrations through my flesh, straight to my clit. My pussy is getting wetter, more needy, and I squirm against his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his erection beneath my right breast.
“What did they do to you?” Elias demands. “Tell me exactly what my brothers did.”
I press my lips together, unwilling to answer. It feels like I’m betraying them. It was all fun and games. My ass cheeks are burning as he spanks me again, and I cry out.
“I asked you a question,” he growls.
“I’m not telling you,” I whimper, as I press my ass into his hand, wanting to be spanked some more.
He spanks me again, five quick slaps that build in intensity until I’m crying out with each one, my ass burning and my pussy dripping. I can feel slick running down my inner thighs, and I know he must feel it too, must smell my arousal growing stronger with each strike.
“Tell me,” he commands. “Or I’ll spank this pretty ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
Something about the threat breaks my resistance.
“They... they ate me out,” I confess, my voice small and breathless. “Both of them. At the same time.”
Elias goes still, his hand pausing mid-air.
Then, without warning, he flips me over, until I’m upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the sofa and my legs spread in the air. He positions his head between my spread thighs, his face level with my exposed pussy.
“Both of them,” he repeats, his voice dark with jealousy as he stares at my glistening folds. “At the same time. No wonder you’re absolutely dripping. Look at this pussy. It’s bubbling with slick.”
I can’t see his face from this angle, just feel his hot breath on my most intimate parts as he inspects me. His thumbs spread my outer lips, exposing more of me to his hungry gaze. I should be mortified, being examined so clinically, but instead, I’m trembling with need.
