He pressed that massive erection into her backside. Tori held in a secret smile. Of course she was going to give in. She wanted what Rory had promised her—the three men she loved surrounding her, pleasuring her. Somehow knowing Oliver was as green at this kind of play as she was settled her. After their first time together, she hadn’t been sure how she would react to Oliver, if she could trust him to make her body sing. But being with him felt right. Perfect. Oliver would support her, show her off to the others, and make her feel like a goddess. She had no doubt this would be a night to remember.
Too bad his brother was so serious about the whole discipline thing.
“I’m scared of the spanking,” she murmured, eyes downcast. “I’ve never had one.”
“Not even as a child?” Rory asked.
She shook her head. “I spent a lot of time in the corner, though. I got grounded a few times, but no one ever spanked me.”
“I knew there was a reason you’re such an incorrigible brat.” Callum winked her way. “I’m glad I get to give you your first spanking. I’ll teach you the first lesson. The longer you make me wait, the worse it will get. If you come to me now, you can expect an erotic spanking. Then we’ll call the slate clean. If you make me wait, I’ll need more from you.”
“Do it, sweetheart,” Rory encouraged. “Or I might need a few swats myself.”
She hurried over because an erotic spanking really sounded better than a spanking spanking. Callum looked like a decadent dream sitting there wearing nothing but his dress slacks. He was covered in lean muscles. All three of her men were powerful, stunning, virile. She could practically swim in the testosterone floating in the air.
Her men. They were hers for the night. She couldn’t think past the next few hours and she wasn’t going to waste them feeling anxious. She wasn’t really afraid of Callum. He wouldn’t truly harm her. Yes, it might sting, but even the thought of his hand on her bare butt… No denying that turned her on more.
“All right.” She gave him a shaky nod.
Callum held out his hand to steady her. “Excellent. Choose your safe word. If the sensations become too much, you say that word and everything stops. Do you understand?”
She wasn’t sure she wanted anything to stop. Despite her reservations, she was rapidly discovering she liked having them stare at her, intent and focused and on edge. She felt more powerful giving them her submission than she ever had. Her mind whirled as she tried to come up with some odd word that she wouldn’t normally say in an intimate situation. “Football.”
Callum tugged her close with a grin. “Perfect.”
Tori managed the awkward climb over his lap. She had to force herself to breathe. His cock prodded her belly as his hand settled on the small of her back. The other rested between her shoulders. His hold might seem casual but she wasn’t getting up until he allowed it. Suddenly, she felt cool air—and their hungry gazes—all over her ass. Had she ever been so vulnerable? Defenseless? She couldn’t do anything to defend herself in this position, yet she still felt safe.
“This is the most gorgeous backside I’ve ever seen.” Callum stroked her curves with his big hand, spreading heat through her system. He trailed his fingertips down her thighs, then teased his way back up again, brushing so close to the juncture. She gasped.
The waiting was going to kill her. He was stroking her butt, gently petting her and making her insane. She needed more than this slow discovery. Her pussy was clenching with need, and Callum was taking his sweet time.
Rory knelt beside her, cupping her chin and forcing her head up. He skated his thumb along her bottom lip. “This is a foolish question, but I’ll ask it anyway. Has anyone fucked this luscious mouth?”
She flushed. “Oliver.”
“Naturally. It’s my turn then. I want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart,” Rory said, his voice a low, sexy rumble. “I’ve had dreams about it.”
Tori wanted to taste him, to know what it felt like to run her tongue across his sensitive crest, suck her way up his stiff shaft, and feel him shudder with need. “I want that. I want it all.”
“I think it’s safe to say we’ll push some boundaries,” Callum said. “Starting now.”
She heard the smack before she felt it. The sound hit her ears, short and sharp. A second later, pure fire licked along her flesh. She squealed in protest, then squirmed on Callum’s lap. It stung like hell. Where was the erotic in that?
Another hard smack. “Don’t move. Give it a minute before you spit out that safe word.”
She shivered, tears blurring her vision as he smacked her ass again, and she writhed, trying to worm away from his next blow.
“I don’t think she likes it,” Oliver said.
“It takes a minute.” Callum’s hand was still on her ass, rubbing hard, settling fire under her skin. “If she’ll let it, the pain will become pleasure.”
Was he for real?
Tori took a deep, coping breath and tried to manage the hurt that flared where he’d already spanked her. Callum’s hand came down again, and this time she didn’t fight it. She opened herself up and let the pain rush across her nerve endings and sink into her senses. He struck her again, and the agony blooming under her skin suddenly morphed into a deep heat. He rubbed into her with the flat of his palm. It settled in her core. A rush of fresh arousal made her shudder.
“I think you should let her up. This isn’t working.” Oliver sounded concerned.
Before Callum could reply, she lifted her head. Oliver needed to let her have this moment with Callum. Nothing would work between them if they didn’t respect each other’s boundaries. “It’s working fine, Oliver. Be quiet. I can’t think when you’re talking.”