“Wait!” she says a bit breathlessly, and he stops. “What are we doing here?”
I lean forward, putting my mouth near her ear, even though I’m speaking in a normal tone so Case and Porter can hear too. “You’ve been teasing us since the moment you came bouncing your little ass into the house. You’ve been waving your shit in our faces, goading and pouting like the little brat you are, for four days. Don’t tell me you don’t know exactly what you want from us.”
She sucks in her breath but says nothing.
I pull back to look her in the eye, letting my gaze trail down her body. Her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt and making my mouth water. Brushing against her through the fabric with the crook of my finger, I smile when she shudders and bring my eyes back to hers. “If you want to deny us, do it now, but know you only get to do that once. Say no. Say this isn’t what you want and we will back off, but then everything ends. The teasing, the pouting, the flirting, the sexual innuendos—all of it stops.”
Shaking her head, she meets each one of us in the eye, including Porter, as he looms above us. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good girl, but you’re still going to be punished.” I take a step back as Case moves forward, splitting her shirt open right down the middle. She’s bare underneath, her breasts perfect mounds with dark pink nipples begging to be nibbled. But not yet.
Not until her ass is warm and red, and her pussy is dripping wet.
“Have you ever been spanked before, Epi?” I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me.
“Really spanked?” Case says from beside me.
She shakes her head, but I see a flash of defiance in her eyes.
I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off before I unbuckle my belt and pull it through the loops with a loud smack.
Her eyes widen and lips part. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry, pet. I won’t take a belt to your virgin flesh today, but someday…” I let the threat, or more to the point, promise, sit out there.
“Please tell me you have a paddle in your truck.” I glance at Case, who is already walking out the door.
“Damn straight I do.”
“You want to finish stripping our little brat?” I ask Porter, who flashes me a big grin as his answer.
He walks down the stairs, smacking his palm against the banister with every step he takes, causing a vibration to reverberate against her back. When he comes around to stand in front of her, he puts his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, groaning against her smooth, fragrant skin. That’s another way she’s teased us all week, by smelling so fucking good. “Are you scared?”
“No.”
I growl. “She told me she wasn’t afraid of any of us.”
He chuckles with a dark rasp of danger in his tone. “I bet that made you mad.”
“It made me something.” I unbutton my pants, letting them sag down on my hips. The head of my hard cock pokes out of my boxer briefs, pre-cum beading at the top. A small moan escapes her lips, and her eyes bounce between my cock and my face before returning to Porter, who is sliding his fingertips down the center of her chest and past her navel.
“Should we see if the idea of being spanked makes her wet?” Porter says at the same time he kneels down in front of her.
“I’m willing to bet she’s already soaked and we haven’t touched her yet.” I smile at the same time Case walks into the house with two paddles, one wrapped in leather, the other well-oiled, aged wood.
Case hands me the wood one, my favorite, and then yanks off his T-shirt, throwing it next to mine on the couch. There’s something different about this moment. While the three of us have taken women together before and played out scenes similar to this, none of the women we’ve ever known are like Epiphany.
First, I’m sure Victor would have a stroke if he knew what we were about to do. I know I would if I was anyone other than one of the three men standing in this room, faced by this woman right now. But Epi is different, causing me to break my own rules, which is something I never do. Yes, she’s been a pain in the ass, but the kind I’ve enjoyed a lot more than I let on. Watching her break down that first night, I saw the pent-up pain she carries, and it called to me on a primal level. Porter got to cradle her in his arms, but I wanted to be the one to comfort her. A spike of jealousy I rarely feel cut through me that night, and I had to walk away to stop from growling at him.
She’s done many things over the last few days that have warranted this moment, but running out of the house, endangering herself, I can’t let that go without serving up some kind of punishment.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds for us, but for today and tonight, she’s our little brat and we’re set to tame her.
Porter pulls down her athletic leggings and slips off her trainers, tossing them across the room. She’s completely bare and recently waxed, save for the thinnest landing strip. He smacks her thigh and then looks up at her. “Spread your legs.”
All of her attention is on him as a rosy blush hits her cheeks. Jesus, I wasn’t sure the woman could blush considering the way she’s been prancing her near-naked ass around us for the last week.
When she doesn’t readily comply, he pinches her inner thigh, causing her to cry out. “I said, spread your legs.”