“Is there a reason for the discipline or are you just demonstrating your dominance?” There was a hint of disapproval in Gabriel’s tone.
“She left the cottage when she was told to remain inside.”
“I see.” Gabriel moved to her other side and sat down on the bed. “You intentionally endangered yourself. He’s right to spank you soundly.”
“I was never in any danger,” she argued as Patrick’s swats moved to the backs of her thighs. “I just looked around.” The pressure between her thighs continued to build, making it almost impossible to stand still.
“You had no shoes on,” Patrick reminded with a resounding slap. “You could have ripped open your foot or encountered one of thewekarronthat live in the forest. They aren’t large, but they’re vicious and their bite is lethal.” The flurry of swats that followed was the hardest yet.
Heather fought back a moan as unwanted heat cascaded through her body. Carnal need pooled between her thighs, making her feel hot and achy.
“How long were you out there?” Gabriel wanted to know. “A shirt and a blanket don’t offer much protection from the cold.”
“I borrowed some other clothes too.” They hadn’t figured out the full scope of her misbehavior, so why had she volunteered the information? “I really wasn’t trying to endanger myself.”
“No. You were trying to escape.” Patrick brought his hand up between her thighs.
Heather gasped then moaned. The unexpected slap came precariously close to triggering her orgasm.
“You do not have permission to come,” Patrick warned a millisecond before he spanked her pussy again.
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as unwanted sensations pulsed through her core. Her inner muscles fluttered and the tingling in her clit was so intense it was painful.
“Is she as wet as she smells?” Gabriel growled out the question as he scooted off the side of the bed.
Patrick eased his hand between her thighs and traced her slit. “She’s dripping wet. Did you just come, naughty slave? Is that why you gasped so loudly?”
“I didn’t. I swear. I know I need permission.”
“Damn right you do.” Patrick grabbed one of the pillows and placed it on the floor beside the bed. “Get on your knees and open your mouth. Do it without argument and do it right now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Master,” Patrick reminded. “When we’re both enjoying your body, I expect to be called Master.”
“Yes, Master.” She found the directive annoying, but it wasn’t a battle worth fighting.
She scooted off the bed and knelt on the pillow. Both males stood in front of her. Gabriel tossed aside his towel, and Patrick quickly opened the front of his jeans. She took Patrick into her mouth first, licking and sucking until his cock was marble-hardand leaking pre-cum. Then she turned her attention on Gabriel. His tip pushed past her lips, sliding against her tongue as she tilted her head back so he could go deeper.
Back and forth she switched, pleasuring one with her mouth while maintaining the other’s arousal with her hand. They squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her desire swelled, building to near desperation, but each time her orgasm threatened, the males stopped touching her. She wasn’t sure how they sensed what was going on inside her, but one of them clearly did.
Patrick grasped the back of her hair and pushed his entire length into her mouth. He dropped his head back on his shoulders and shuddered violently. His cock bucked and his seed pulsed into her throat.
Heather swallowed awkwardly around him, unable to do more than accept what he gave. He pulled back as the last spasm jetted and his taste exploded across her tongue. She moaned, licking and sucking as her body responded to the evocative taste.
“Finish in her pussy,” Patrick directed. “I want her dripping with cum when I take her ass for the first time.”
She tensed. Patrick had made it clear from the beginning that he intended to use her in every way possible. She dreaded the act, but arguing was pointless. He wanted to humiliate and dominate her and fucking her ass would accomplish both at the same time.
Patrick pulled out of her mouth and Gabriel helped her stand. “Bend over the bed, ass in the air,” Patrick ordered. “And open those legs nice and wide. Offer Gabriel your wet pussy.”
“No,” Gabriel objected. “I want her to ride my cock.” Before Patrick could argue, Gabriel sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Heather onto his lap.
She straddled his legs and steadied herself against his shoulders. Patrick avoided face-to-face positions, but Gabriel preferred it this way. She felt less objectified when she could see her partner, so she was glad Gabriel had insisted that she face him.
Gabriel reached down and guided his cock to her entrance. His large hands splayed against her hips and he drew her downward.
His thick length slowly filled her aching core and Heather groaned. God in heaven, it felt good.
