Tingling heat cascaded through her body, pooling between her thighs and making her toes curl. “Six days,” she admitted. Possessive desire swelled across the mind link, speeding her pulse and making her pussy ache. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one excited by the idea.
She raised her arms and Gabriel pulled her shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he immediately focused on the front of her jeans. She stood still and let him lower the zipper, but wiggled to help him rid her of the snug denim.
Patrick cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Have you been a good girl, mate?”
“Most of the time,” she answered honestly. He would spank her regardless of her response, so she saw no reason to lie. “I’m not perfect, but I’ve been trying to behave.”
“What did you do wrong?” Patrick’s voice took on the sensual rumble that never failed to stir her desire.
“I still argue too much.”
“True,” Gabriel agreed as he tucked her hair behind her ears. “You called Patrick a jackass this morning.”
“He was being a jackass,” she argued with an unrepentant smirk. “I stand by the label.”
Patrick encircled her wrist with his hand and pulled her over to one of the chairs near the fireplace. He sat down and motioned toward his thighs. “Bend over my lap and spread your legs so Gabriel can see your pussy.”
“I don’t want to.” Her rebellion was calculative. She hadn’t given him a strong enough reason to discipline her, and she needed the pain.
“I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he said sternly. “I gave you an order, now obey.”
“No.” She took a quick step backward. “I’ve been good. I’m not going to let you spank me tonight.”
“Is that so?” He stood and grasped the back of her neck. With contained strength he bent her over the chair and kicked her feet apart. “A light hand spanking was all you had coming. Now you’re going to get the belt.”
Her core clenched so hard that Heather moaned. She loved and hated the belt. It stung worse than his paddle and bit much harder than his hand. She struggled against his grasp, instinctively needing to test his strength.
He smacked her bottom with his hand, two stinging slaps on each side. “Be still.”
“Fuck you!” She kicked out but missed him by a mile.
“Oh, we’ll definitely get to the fucking, but your ass has a date with my belt first.”
She twisted and lurched, hitting out blindly as she fought against his hold. She didn’t want up. She just needed to know he was strong enough to control her. As she continued to struggle, emotions surged into her mind. Scalding desire and determination. She’d seen these feelings written in Patrick’s eyes, but she’d never felt them before. His desire combined with hers and her entire body went up in flames. Her nipplestightened and her core clenched, her clit tingling with breath-stealing demand.
Gabriel handed Patrick the length of synthetic leather reserved for this purpose. Patrick released her neck, but Gabriel’s hand replaced it before Heather could straighten. Quickly bending the strap in half, Patrick held the loop in one hand while he slapped her upturned bottom with the other.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, but stubbornly held back the sensual sounds building in her throat. She loved skin on skin spankings. The slight sting and creeping heat made her desperate for penetration. Sometimes a hard fucking was enough to satisfy the smoldering desire. More often, however, hand spanking just made her want harsher punishments.
“You seem restless, mate,” Patrick taunted as he eased his hand between her thighs. “Your pussy is damp, but not as wet as usual. I wonder why that is?” He spanked her some more, firm slaps with his open palm.
“Please.” The word slipped out unbidden as her need for pain mounted.
“Please what?” He lightly slapped her pussy, depriving her of the intensity she craved.
“Please more,” she whispered, unable to admit her need in a louder voice. It was shameful to enjoy pain. She had admitted the fact, but she wasn’t ready to accept it.
“Please this?” He slapped her pussy a bit harder. “Or this?” He brought the strap down across her ass.
“That,” she cried. “The belt. I need the belt.”
So he gave it to her. Each hard swat was followed by a caress, spreading the heat and prolonging the pain. She lifted her hips, displaying her pussy as she silently begged for more.
Carnal needs mixed with staggering emotions. Hers, theirs, she honestly couldn’t say. It all blended together in a sensory storm that left her weak and tingling.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this,” Patrick growled out as he delivered another swat. “Your pussy is flushed and wet, more than ready for your mates.”
As if to prove Patrick’s point, Gabriel pushed two of his fingers into her needy core. “Is this pussy ready for my cock?”
