The Brothers Rule - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,59

you're so terribly unhappy, or you're angry, or whatever. You will never be punished for feeling something, but you will be for trying to conceal it from us. We love you, and I hope you know that, even though we might blister your behind for being naughty, we all want to do whatever we can to help you be happy. Making you happy makes us happy."

Jace accentuated nearly every word with a swat. He wasn't the most talkative, normally, but he did love to lecture her while he was punishing her. And that made it just that much worse for her, really, because she hated hearing his disappointed tone of voice almost worse than she hated how effing hard his hand was. Almost.

She had begun crying even before he had started swatting, and by the time he sent her to get the paddle he had bought her, her breath was catching, her eyes were swollen, and her hair was stuck to the sides of her face.

Nevertheless, she got that horrible implement—that he made her keep handy in her nightstand—and brought it back to him when he asked her to, not wanting to make things worse on herself by not doing so or trying to drag her feet on the way back.

She'd been taught not to do that—by different brothers at different times—and she had learned her lesson well.

It was eight inches long—just about right to use over his lap, which he preferred—solid wood, with just enough heft to it that when she held it, she knew it meant business. It had little holes in it that left raised blisters on her behind that both Adam and Ryan had noticed when it was their turn to have her. So now, they all knew about it and used it on her.

Sometimes having three men in love with her wasn't the best thing.

Although it usually really was, despite the punishments.

Or maybe because of them.

Laurie didn't really want to think about that right now as he patted his thigh and she lay over his lap.

But definitely not because of this punishment, which was even more atrocious than the usual ones, especially when the blisters began to—inevitably—overlap, and thus, the terrible throbbing doubled, at least!

She begged and pleaded, thrashed and flailed, but Jace would not be moved. He got into a terrible, horrible, awful rhythm—whack, whack, whack—the swats descending onto her stinging, cringing flesh with the regularity of a metronome.

And before she even knew that he was finished, he'd pulled them up to the head of the bed, holding her arms above her head in one hand as he knew she liked, and entering her in one deep plunge that had her gasping amidst the tears that were still actively flowing down her cheeks.

It surprised her, but even with all of the sex she was having, taking any of them had never gotten any easier. They were all large men, with large equipment, and when he entered her, she had to arch and moan—almost in protest—and it took several strokes before she could take him without doing so.

But of course, he liked that. She was so snug around his cock that he thought he was going to lose it the first time he drove into her—every time he took her—but he hadn't, so far.

As he pressed himself into her again, Jace found her button and began to slide the callused pad of his finger over it.

She tried to jerk her wrists out of his hand but got nowhere in her attempts.

"Please, Sir, let my arms go!" she begged.

But he shook his head as he continued to pump into her for all he was worth, making sure to bring her along with him on that wild ride.

"No, darlin'. You know it's best for you not to have any control in this situation—as in most. You just lie there and take me and come for me when I tell you. That's all you have to do to avoid another punishment."

She groaned loudly at that threat, which just amped up her desire to near record levels.

He always knew what to say to her to get her impossibly hot.

They all did.

They were all damned dangerous to her.

And she loved every second of it.

His expression changed suddenly—as he lost the war with his own body to stave off his culmination—but then he whispered urgently, "Come for me, baby. That's it. Come hard. Scream for me. I want to hear you scream!"

It was the both of them who screamed together, although