Page 37 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

If he pushed her too far, he’d be the one enduring punishment. I focused on Peyton’s reactions, on the way her breathing hitched. A little bit scared but also wildly interested.

I bit back a smile. “Viktor is right. You have broken your own rules. There will not be a date for you tonight.”

“What?” Her throat worked, her gaze sweeping between all three of us.

“That’s right.” Misha joined us, his gaze locked on Peyton. “Some nights, we are going to want to take you places. Let you experience the world. Like the ballet. But not tonight.”

“Tonight, you are going to try and earn our forgiveness for revealing our secrets.” I slid my hand along her neck, her thrumming pulse sending every bit of blood flow to my dick.

Viktor was the one with a control kink, but I couldn’t deny the sense of power I felt in this moment. As long as Peyton wanted to play along.

“Earn your forgiveness?” Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip. “How?”

15

PEYTON

There had been a few minutes as I arrived that I’d thought they were serious and Leo was actually upset with me. If I hadn’t already learned to read them, I’d be freaking out.

But having all three of them around me, their hot bodies pressed in close enough that their erections grazed my thighs and stomach, I understood what was happening.

A new game. Punishment for my crimes.

My core heated, and I let out a breathy sound. “Do you want me to apologize?” I met Viktor’s gaze and let my eyes roam over his body, slowly moving to his crotch. “Or is there some other way I can say I’m sorry?”

“We’ll tell you what you can and cannot do.” His hand tightened in my hair, tugging with just enough force to pull me around. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I gave him a contrite expression, lowering my lashes. “Whatever you say. Sir.”

A hum of approval buzzed my ear, the sound coming from Misha’s lips as he kissed my neck. “That’s our good girl. You’re ours, Peyton. We can do anything, ask anything, and you are going to accept.”

Again, if I didn’t know them, I might be afraid. But we’d been together enough, and they’d told me often enough, that one no from me and it all stopped.

I wasn’t ready to say anything other than, “Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”

Viktor led me to the playroom, one hand in my hair, the other on my spine, both touches gentle.

Misha went ahead of us and opened the door, stepping back to let us through.

Viktor nudged me toward a large cushion in front of a set of mirrors. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” He released me and removed his shirt. “You do not touch us unless we say, and only how we say. Tonight is about our pleasure. Do well, and you’ll be rewarded.”

It was the first time they’d gone this route, and I was all for it. I slid my shirt up over my head and shimmied out of my skirt. “All of my clothes?” I reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra, undoing it when Viktor nodded.

Within minutes, we were all naked, and I’d found a comfortable spot on my knees. The mirrors reflected my body, and theirs, back at me. I ignored mine and concentrated on them. They settled in a semi-circle, Viktor directly in front, Leo on my left, and Misha on my right.

“Open your mouth and lay out your tongue.” Viktor palmed his cock, stroking the thick length as it twitched and swelled.

I followed his instructions, hands in my lap and body fully primed to give them everything they asked for.

Maybe it should feel wrong. Maybe I should feel used or degraded, but I didn’t. I was the only thing they wanted, and there was enough power in knowing that to cause heat and warmth to bloom, tightening my pussy.

Viktor plunged his cock into my mouth, going deep enough to gag me. “That’s right. Gag on my cock. Make that beautiful sound.” He fisted my hair again, pulling me away so I could breathe. “We’re all going to come in that sweet mouth.”

“Sweet?” Leo pinched my chin and pulled me to his dick. “This mouth isn’t sweet.” He thrust into me, and I wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking as hard as I could. He grunted, his hips rolling him deeper. “This is a filthy mouth. And this is what a filthy mouth is good for.”

I sucked harder, a whimper of need burning the back of my throat. Not for them to stop, for this to never end. I widened my jaw and licked the underside of his cock, popping my mouth off his thick head and sliding my cheek along his length.

“I almost called you into my office.” Leo fucked his cock along my cheek, then into my mouth. “I wanted to put you underneath my desk and force you to suck my cock all afternoon. It is what you deserve.”