The Brothers Rule - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,68

turning out all of the lights but one very dim one, lighting her favorite lilac scented candle, and putting soft classical music on in the background, Ryan leaned down and picked her up off the floor, ignoring her warnings about his back and spinning them around a little, just to prove to her that she was as light as a feather to him. Then he put her down on the bed, on her tummy, and began to massage her.

She moaned through that in a much more languorous fashion than she did when he usually touched her, and he liked drawing out her pleasure as he touched her all over—including her most intimate parts—but with the caveat that she was not yet allowed to come.

Laurie squirmed and pouted at that, but she did as she was told, even though it was not easy.

That was always the safest thing to do around the Rule Brothers, not that she usually followed her own advice, or her butt wouldn't be perpetually sore!

Between Jace and his dislike of her swearing, and Ryan catching her not calling him Sir, and Adam—who seemed to find any and all of her other indiscretions without trying—she was very rarely sitting comfortably anymore.

She might have thought, at first, that that might be too much for her, but the longer she was a part of this unusual mélange of people, the more she craved the discipline they gave her, even though, at the time, she would utterly disagree.

But she felt safer and more loved with these three men than she ever had in her life. She wouldn't give up any aspect of that for any reason.

And Ryan had added a bit of a twist to things. He liked to position her on her tummy, after a slow, thorough massage that left her limp and pretty much unable to protest anything he wanted to do to her, with her lying next to him on his strategically placed hand. The fingers of that hand immediately found their way to her dripping core, anointing their tips and bringing them to where they really wanted to be—covering her little bean.

He would begin to spank her, slowly at first, but not playfully. They were real swats that hurt, every one of them. And that's exactly the dichotomy he loved to create in her, forcing her to overcome the sharp pain in favor of the equally sharp pleasure his fingers were bringing her.

At first, it wasn't easy; the pain won out, to the point that she even shed a tear or two. But then he donned a fingertip vibrator—part of the collection she'd gotten that horrible punishment for bringing from her apartment—and pressed it into her clit for a long moment as he nibbled her ear and stroked his nails over her swollen, sore ass.

That had her bucking and surging and keening within a short minute.

But then the spanking began again, double time and double hard.

No pain without pleasure. No pleasure without pain.

He was rapidly growing skillful enough that he could draw out the road to her orgasm for quite some time simply by adjusting how he was searing her backside.

But, eventually, he longed to hear her cry out in ecstasy, and he would back off the swats—although still deliver enough of them to add spice to her experience—and press the vibe determinedly down on the tip of her clit, threatening—promising. "Come for me, Laurie. Quickly, or I'll take away the vibrator and paddle your ass so hard."

And she would explode in his arms—literally come apart, reduced to the sum of all of her parts, this wonderful, passionate, smart, accomplished woman jelly in his hands.

He knew he would never get over how profound it was to him that she allowed him to dominate her and guide her in these explorations.

Often, he would be more than ready for her again by then, leaving his finger where it was—the vibrator on full—as he spread her legs and fucked her, his front to her back. He overwhelmed her with his size, forcing her to clamp onto his thighs as he held hers open to accommodate him. She seemed to come even more excruciatingly hard when he was inside her, and he could feel the remnants of the vibrations on himself—not to mention those incredibly hard clenches of each of her orgasms—so it didn't take long for him to reach his second climax of the evening, either.

Almost immediately afterward, she crawled into his arms, which he loved, too, to be held