touched all of him—the slight treasure trail from his navel, the tops of his thighs, sucking each of his balls into her mouth and washing them avidly then, finally, taking him past her lips without touching him in any other way.
"Where should your hands be, Laurie?" he scolded mildly, and she jumped to do as he had reminded he required of her, clasping them behind her back. His hands came down to hold the back of her head firmly as she moved up and down his shaft, tongue swirling away, cupping and teasing him.
She was so good, so obviously enjoyed doing it, that he didn't—couldn't—last as long with her as he wanted to, and before he knew it, he was groaning loudly and shooting his load down the throat that he was already knocking on the back of, draining himself in seconds with long, ropy spurts of cum.
And she took every drop of him, greedily licking her lips when he pulled himself away.
For a long moment, he simply stared down at her. "You know what has to happen next, Laurie girl." His tone was firm and strict.
She frowned deeply but rose when he bade her to, draping herself over his lap as he sat on the end of the bed.
Damn, they all had the same enormous—and enormously hard—right hands! And each of them had her crying uncontrollably—every time—within the first ten swats!
"Ah, no, ow! Please, Sir, stop!"
As he continued to smack crisply, Ryan shook his head. "I'm sorry, babe. But you know you need a firm hand, and that's exactly what you're going to get from me, every time you misbehave."
Christ, and they all knew exactly what to say to her to drive her crazy, too, to say nothing of the fact that the low, rumbling timber and tone of their voices was very similar and very dominant, when they wanted it to be, which was pretty much all of the time when they were around her.
They had all ended up disciplining her, and Laurie had originally wondered if Jace had spilled her secret to his brothers, but upon further contemplation, she decided that was not what had happened. If, after they had agreed to her dating all three of them, Adam and Ryan had suddenly decided that they wanted to spank her, then she would have thought Jace had ratted on her.
But she didn't think he was the kind of guy to go spilling bedroom secrets at all, and besides that, spanking had evolved into her relationships with Adam and Ryan on a very natural basis. They both had dominant sides, and it wasn't unusual at all, she thought, that they would show themselves as they became more and more familiar with each other.
None of them paid any attention to what her butt looked like as the result of another brother's efforts, either. The fact that she'd gone over Jace's lap three—or more—times during his weekend did not negate the reason they were punishing her in the least. So, she often wore the reminder of several different spankings, from several different men, at the same time.
Ryan was ignoring the results of Adam's efforts in favor of enforcing the idea that she didn't need to pay for anything while they were together, although he made sure she knew that he appreciated her offer.
All of them were like that, she'd found, to no small amount of annoyance on her part.
When he finally decided that she'd learned her lesson, he lay down on his back, feet still on the floor in front of the end of the bed, reaching down to pull her up him. And he was careful to arrange her the way he wanted her to be, keeping her legs open and sliding her crease slowly all the way up, leaving a snail trail of the evidence of her desire as his light body hair tickled her in the most intimate possible manner.
She struggled against his hold, but he was much too strong for her to be able to regain control of her body. He lifted her and moved her limbs the way he wanted them, arranging her so that she was lying directly over his face, a leg folded on either side of him.
As he held the core of her just barely above his mouth, he whispered over her already throbbing and dripping skin, "Don't move, Laurie, I'm going to do that for you. I'll spank you again if you move. Understand?
She whimpered in protest, but she knew she