8
EPIPHANY
My arms fall loose, which changes my equilibrium as I tumble to the floor. Except I don’t hit the floor. I’m floating weightlessly through the air—my back and knees cradled with the utmost care. I open my eyes to see Lee looking down at me, my cheek resting against his bare chest.
“Is my punishment over?” In my brain I’m saying something snarky likedidn’t hurt,but that wouldn’t exactly be true. It did hurt as it went, but at the same time, my brain disconnected from the pain and the embarrassment of having two grown men spank me—and of me liking it. I’ve seen scenes played out in BDSM dungeons or at fetish parties. As I’ve stated many times, I’ve been exposed to a lot, even if I haven’t taken part. I’ve also seen submissives after they’ve been spanked or flogged, so I know what it looks like when their brains disconnect from the rest of their bodies. Sub space is what I think it is. I’ve seen their glassy eyes and love-drunk expressions.
I wonder if that’s how I look right now.
“Yes, pet. You did good.”
“Very good,” Case says above my head. It’s then that I realize he’s stroking my hair in a gentle, almost loving manner.
“How do the backs of your thighs feel when I touch them?” Porter says from the other end of the couch. He’s sitting with my feet on his lap, my knees bent, his hands pressing against my tender flesh. It’s sore, but not unbearable.
“It’s okay.”
“Okay enough to get your reward?” He leans down and kisses the top of my knee.
Lee tilts my chin and claims my mouth, my lips parting in surprise. He doesn’t waste any time, plunging his tongue into my mouth to taste me, testing my depths as he explores. Before I think twice, I’m running my fingers through his hair, cupping his head and kissing him back, exploring him as he discovers me.
“That a girl,” Case chuckles behind me. “My turn.”
Lee pulls back, and Case turns my face, kissing me with the same fiery passion the others did earlier. I moan into his mouth, my entire body waking up from the momentary slumber I succumbed to from the paddling. His hand slides down my neck to cup my breasts, his finger deftly rolling my nipples back and forth.
At the same time, fingers slide from the back to front and back again along my pussy, spreading my arousal and gently separating my slick folds. I can’t pretend to be shy as I let my knees fall open, granting Porter complete access as he slides his two fingers inside of me.
The invasion makes me gasp, my pussy walls instantly clamping down on him as if I’ve been on the edge of orgasming for days. I suppose I have been with all the teasing and flirting and fantasizing I’ve done.
These men, my security detail, my bodyguards, have certainly given me a lot of fodder to work with as I lay in bed alone each night.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are tight,” Porter hisses, placing a kiss on top of my hooded clit.
“Let me see.” Case releases my breast and slides his hand over my belly, curling his fingers as he slips them inside of me. He pumps them in and out a few times before bringing them up to his mouth. “She tastes good, too.”
“It’s time for your reward.” Lee grins and Porter dives face first between my thighs, pushing them farther apart with his wide shoulders. He latches onto my clit instantly, sucking the tight little bundle of nerves up against his teeth, before lapping with a hard press of the tip of his tongue in tiny circles.
My head drops back, my mouth falls open as I stare into Lee’s gentle eyes. I had no idea Lee had a gentle anything. He certainly hasn’t looked at me once since the moment we met with anything other than a hard, shrewd, calculating and condemning gaze.
But this is different. This is so much more.
“That’s it, pet. Disconnect your brain and feel the pleasure we want to give to you. Doesn’t Porter’s mouth feel good between your legs?”
“Yes.” I bring my hand up and cup the back of Case’s head as he sucks on my breasts.
“And doesn’t Case’s mouth feel good on your tits?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Two men feasting on your body. Maybe I should nibble on your lips and then you’ll be getting devoured by all three of your men.”
“My men,” I moan, the pressure between my legs building fast because of Porter’s skilled tongue.
“That’s right. Your men.” Lee bends down and claims me in another possessive kiss, stealing my breath and swallowing my screams as my orgasm crests over the edge. I come hard, my body trembling in their arms.
Without a spoken word, I’m lifted off of Lee’s lap, away from Case’s mouth, to straddle Porter’s thick thighs. He kisses me hard, my taste and scent all over his trim beard and full lips.
“Don’t you taste like candy?” he murmurs against my lips—and you know, I kind of do.