She makes a sound, but it is barely audible. I get closer, crouching down in front of her.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I murmur. “Tell me what you need.”
She leans forward and whispers the word in my ear.
“Spanking,” she says.
She wants to be held close, put over my knee, and corrected.
“Of course,” I say, like a waiter obliging his client. This will be painful, but it is all in service of her.
I sit on the edge of the bed and snug her over my lap in one easy movement. She grinds against my thigh almost instantly, and I know that she is excited.
I run my hand over her ass, my middle finger following the crevice between her cheeks, following that delicious curve around until I find her lips, soft and moist. The sound she makes as I touch her there is enough to make my cock instantly hard.
“Do you want it to hurt?”
“Yes,” she moans as I circle her clit lightly.
I am credited for sadism the likes of which make my enemies tremble, but this is intoxicating in a whole other way.
I spank her hard. She yelps. I spank her again, and again. My brothers watch as the woman we all own is taken very firmly in hand, her bare ass going pink and then a deeper shade of desire as I pin her in place. Of course she starts to wriggle. She can’t help it. No matter how much her mind might tell her she deserves punishment, her body knows that her little ass is getting more and more sore.
“Are you sorry, little girl?” I growl the question down at her. I want her to engage her mind.
“Yes!” she shrieks as I land a flurry of hard slaps right to the seat of her ass, the place where her cheeks meet her thighs, the most sensitive and alluring place to spank a woman.
She was already warmed up from before I made her a spectacle in front of Aiden and Luke, but I want her nice and hot again. The sadistic urge in me is satisfied by this. She picked the wrong brother if she wanted an easy absolution.
But I do not believe she wanted anything easy. Not from me. She knows what I am capable of. She feels it, even if she hasn’t seen it. I pick up a hairbrush from the side of the bed. A heavy, wooden-backed thing that I have kept for an occasion like this.Ella might think I am unprepared. I am not. When it comes to her, I soften my harshest instincts, and what I might do to another is muted into this spanking.
The first time the brush lands, she lets out a cry that makes every single one of us react. I see the lust in my brothers’ eyes as I look up at them with a satisfied smirk. That’s right. She wanted to be sorry? I know how to make someone sorry.
I whip that brush against her vulnerable cheeks until they are peppered with bright red marks, and she is nearly writhing off my lap completely. The sounds she is making are largely incoherent. I hearsorry, a lot. Andplease, a lot too. It’s not clear what she is pleading for. I like to think more.
When I deem she has had enough, I lay the brush down and grip her by the hair, pulling her blushing face up from the bed and sliding two fingers into her pussy at the same time so she knows that I am well aware how wet this punishment has made her.
“We’re going to fuck you now,” I tell her, pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly. “We’re going to breed your pussy, and your ass, and your mouth. And you are going to take it like the good little pet you are because you know you belong to us, and you know you deserve to be used.”
Her moan in response makes my already hard cock throb with anticipation. She will take this, all of it. By the time we are done with her, she will not know herself.
I shift her off my lap, keeping hold of her hair, and make her crawl on the bed. Turning her creamy cheeks red has been satisfying, but now she is nicely reddened and her sex is dripping with need. The smell of her desire makes the air seem thick, andthis room seems small with the four of us in it, her feminine frame being dwarfed by our much larger male bodies.
I stand at the edge of the bed and keep control of her head as my brothers circle her sweet, naked, submissive body with lubrication and cocks in hand.
She is about to be consumed. These are the last seconds of sense before we descend into a carnal madness. Aiden takes his place behind her first while Luke joins her lying on the bed. He slides around so that he is under her, picking her up to prop her over him, her tender pussy pressed against the length of his cock.
I hold onto her head while Aiden sinks himself into her ass. He uses a lot of lubrication, and goes slowly, but she still squeaks and moans.
“Relax,” he orders. “Breathe for me, baby. This tight little ass is going to get fucked tonight.”
I like watching the way her eyes widen when she is spoken to in such a way. She already knows there is no escape. My grip on her hair is firm, Luke has her waist from beneath, and Aiden is pushing into her ass with the determination of a man who knows that the sweet, dark hole he is claiming must belong to him.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “You can take all our cocks, can’t you?”
She can take our cocks, but she cannot respond, because now mine is in her mouth, cutting off the squeals of excitement and overload as Aiden works himself deeper inside her.
Once Aiden is in, and begins to stroke, Luke’s gentlemanly restraint runs out. Then her full claiming happens quickly, in a release of combined sexual tension and energy that will not be denied.
