“You’re asking to get spanked, princess,” Rhys says, his voice taking on that low, dangerous quality that sends a shiver of twisted pleasure skating down my spine.
Yes. I’mabsolutelyasking to get spanked. Although, since Rhys hasn’t said I can talk yet and I’m being such a good girl, I give those buns of steel another hard squeeze.
“And apparently edging, too,” he grumbles as he tries and fails to get my hands off his ass. “You keep this up, princess, and I’ll have you sobbing and begging to come.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time. I give him a hard slap just to be sure that he gets the message.
“Sweetheart, you’re playing with fire,” Alex says with a chuckle.
Oh, I know. I’m more than ready to get burned. I lift my head and shoot them both a cheeky smile, much to their amusement.
Rhys picks up his pace until he’s almost jogging with me still slung over his shoulder. Before too long, he’s stepping through the front door to our cabin, ignoring an excited Harlow and striding straight up the stairs to my room. Once inside, he throws me onto the bed and levels me with his signature stern expression as he towers above me.
“Strip,” he barks as Theo and Alex file into the room and shut the door behind them.
A part of me wants to delay, to see how far I can push him before he cracks. The more sensible side of me—the one that actually wants to come in the next decade—is the side that wins, and in a blink, I’m tugging my clothes off. As each piece of clothing is removed, the tension thickens in the air and the eyes of my three men darken with desire.
No one moves or speaks until the last scrap of my clothing is gone, leaving me completely bare to their heated stares.
“Good to know you cansometimesfollow orders, princess,” Rhys murmurs as he strides closer. “Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, sir. Red, yellow and green.” I don’t dare fuck around with safe words, not when it’s a surefire way for Rhys to end playtime. He made thatveryclear during our many conversations about boundaries and limits. He takes my safety very seriously, which is surprisingly sweet considering how much of a hardass he is.
“Good girl,” he says, his lips curling into a dark, sadistic smile that has my pussy clenching and me wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. “Let’s begin.”
How to Train Your Brat
Olivia
Rhys grabs my ankleand slides me down the bed before grabbing my hips and throwing me onto my stomach.
Oh shit. He’s not fucking around.
With another tug, he has me bent over the side of the bed with my bare ass in the air facing where Alex and Theo are standing.
I have to bite back a moan as my body lights up to being manhandled. Although judging from the two male groans from behind, the guys easily see my reaction as my pussy clenches and leaks arousal.
“You’re a wet fucking dream, baby,” Theo says, a slight growl in his voice. “All bent over and ready to be fucked. So fucking gorgeous.”
Alex makes anoise of agreement.
I preen at his praise. While I’m sure the men I was with before found me attractive enough, none of them made me feel as desirable as the three men I’ve fallen for. It’s a heady feeling, one I hope I never stop having.
Calloused hands slide across my ass cheeks, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. “Keep those hands on the bed. Every time they move is one extra spank and an edged orgasm. Understand?” Rhys’s voice is rough and thick with lust.
“What do I do if I just want the extra spanks?” I ask cheekily as I wiggle my ass against his hands.
“You can ask. Doesn’t mean I’ll give them to you, especially with how much of a brat you’re being. In fact, I might just edge you instead.”
I can’t help but pout at his threat.
Without warning, his hand claps down on my right ass cheek. The sound echoes around the room as stinging pain erupts across my flesh. I suck in a sharp breath and my eyes widen. Oh shit. This isn’t the light taps I’ve received in the past.
Rhys means business.
The thought sends a sick thrill of pleasure straight to my pussy, my arousal only heightened by the pain which has settled into a dull, throbbing heat. Rhys smooths his hand over the cheek he just spanked, the roughness of his skin only adding to the sensation that has me shuddering.
As quick as a viper, he strikes my other cheek, firing more tendrils of warmth and pain straight to my clit. But unlike with the last spank, he doesn’t pause. He simply slaps my right cheek, lower this time and with just as much force before returning to the left. Over and over, he alternates between them, even dipping to get the top of my thighs until my flesh is buzzing with fire.
