It was as if I wanted this, maybe had even planned to surrender to all three of them.
My ultimate fantasy.
No. No. I couldn’t be thinking this way. I wrapped my hand around his shirt, yanking at it as I finally found my voice. “Let me go.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Brogan said slowly, finally moving onto the fourth-floor landing.
“Oh, I think I do. The three of you believe you can do anything you want to me.”
His grin was almost infectious, the twinkle in his eyes full of amusement. Now he was having fun with this. A damn light switch had been turned on, allowing the three men to do whatever the hell they wanted to me.
That both aroused and sickened me. Becoming the play toy for three hot men was every girl’s fantasy. I’d fallen into some dark bottomless crevice. That had to be the explanation for the insanity crossing my mind.
When he crossed the threshold into the room, I was blown away by the difference in this one versus the one I’d been kept in. It had been designed like part of an entrance exam to BDSM for Dummies, the black satin comforter complete with dozens of pillows placed against the exquisite and ornately carved headboard coming straight out of a cheesy C-rated movie. Even the thick drapes billowing from the breeze on both sides of three floor-to-ceiling windows were reminiscent of a souped-up gothic theme. With the sconce lights and the mirrored canopy covering the extremely large bed, I almost burst out into laughter.
There wasn’t a bed of this size located in any home, at least none built for normal folks. None. What was even funnier was it worked, the sheer indulgence of the space keeping the butterflies in my tummy active.
Brogan dumped me on the bed and immediately I scrambled to jump off. That was the moment I noticed there were several sets of handcuffs, the thick steel hooks holding them to the wooden platform bed glistening in the muted lighting.
My God. They were going to handcuff me to the damn bed. Oh, hell, no. That wasn’t going to happen. I managed to scramble all the way to the edge of the bed before Daniel caught me, dumping me back on the surface even though I’d managed to punch him in the face.
“I suggest you calm down,” he roared, rubbing his cheek as he glared at me. As if my small fist could hurt him. I almost laughed and would have except my nerves were now completely on edge. For some crazy reason, I thought it was a good idea to try it again, lunging toward the other side. This time, Brogan grabbed me by the ankle, dragging me all the way down to the end of the bed then forcing me onto all fours. He wasn’t in the mood to fight me any longer, grabbing a fistful of hair to hold me in place.
“And she continues to fight,” Alexander mused.
“Yes, I will continue,” I hissed.
“Perhaps she should be gagged,” Daniel suggested, then shook his head. “No, I can think of something much better for the use of her luscious lips.”
I didn’t think Daniel would talk this way, but I could tell by the sound of his voice that his patience had worn out. He’d yet to taste me and he refused to wait any longer.
“An excellent idea given her continued lies.” Alexander was having a good time at my expense.
Bad girl. Bad girl.
The words piped through my mind like bottle rockets.
Within seconds, I felt several brutal cracks against my backside. My bottom was already a firecracker and while he was only using his hand, it didn’t matter. The pain was like white lightning sizzling through me.
“Don’t do that!” I screeched, clawing the comforter as my breathing instantly went into overload mode. I hated the fact that even the thought of being punished again was arousing me.
“That will only happen if you’re a good girl.” He continued smacking me, my bruised ass burning from the wildfire of sensations. He was forceful in his actions, making certain he reinforced that my full obedience was required.
I couldn’t see the other two, but of course they were watching, enjoying the twisted show. After a few seconds, I closed my eyes, a wave of humiliation settling in because the ridiculous round of discipline was turning me on so much that the scent of my pussy as it leaked against my inner thighs was the most humiliating aspect of the entire day.
Panting, I stared at the thick satin, trying to rip holes in the dense material. My nipples ached, the aureoles swollen. I longed for one or all of them to lick and suck them, easing the near agony of their sensitivity. This part of the spanking seemed to last longer than the previous part, but when it was finished, I let off an intense growl of my own.
This time, I was rewarded by a hand snaking between my legs, fingers swirling around my clit in a lazy fashion before pinching. The combination of pain and pleasure was delicious. Brogan didn’t continue for long, using the same hand, sliding it over my stomach to my breast. I shuddered visibly when he used hisslickened finger, flicking it back and forth across my sensitive nipple.
“You’re a bastard,” I said, barely able to control my ragged breathing. The three men might be savages, but they knew exactly how to excite me, and Brogan was able to read me like a book. When he let me go, I collapsed on the bed, searching the room as I calmed my breathing. I was finally allowed to appreciate the odd beauty of the room, the shift in time allowing for a romantic, passionate feel.
As soon as I planted my hands on the comforter, lifting my torso, I felt the pressure of something against my pussy lips. After moaning, I held my breath, tossing my head over my shoulder. Brogan was going to fuck me on my hands and knees. There was no mistaking the lust-filled look on his face, and the way his eyes were narrowed indicated he’d run out of patience waiting to make it happen. I swallowed hard as he yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He was truly a beautiful man in every way, his muscles carved to perfection.
He rubbed his hand down his chest, taking his time to unfasten his belt buckle. My mouth watered as I studied him, darting my gaze to the thick leather more than once. He laughed as if reading my mind then tugged on the strap. “This will be used again, Dahlia. I assure you of that.”
Was he trying to scare or excite me? Perhaps a little of both.
It was working.
