I cross the room in two strides, leaning across the bed and grabbing her by her upper arms. Athena lets out a small, satisfying shriek as I drag her naked across the bed, yanking her wrists behind her back and frog-marching her bare as the day she was born towards the stairs. Jaxon is coming out of his room just in time to see the show, and he freezes, staring wide-eyed at Athena and me.
“Cayde, what the fuck—”
“Get Dean and meet me in the study,” I growl. “Now!”
“Alright, alright.” Jaxon puts his hands up. “Holy hell, everyone is in a fucking mood this morning.”
Athena doesn’t so much as let out a sound of protest as I haul her all the way down the stairs, shoving the study doors open and throwing her inside. She lands on her hands and knees for the second time this morning. I have a sudden, visceral picture of me kneeling behind her, forcing her down onto the expensive rug as I drive my cock into that flushed, swollen pussy. I can see her lips peeking out between her thighs, pink and wet with her arousal, and I’m so painfully hard that I can barely think straight.
I’ve got to get fucking laid. But after that little encounter with Winter, when I couldn’t even keep it hard in her fucking ass, I didn’t know what to do. Winter should know to keep her mouth shut, but not every girl on this campus is as familiar with the power of the original families of Blackmoor as she is. Her family was one of the first to settle here after the town was founded. They’re well aware of the hierarchy and how to treat the descendant sons of the founders.
The door opens behind me, and I hear Dean and Jaxon walk in. Jaxon immediately ambles over to the couch, flopping down and looking bored as hell, but Dean stops next to me, looking down at Athena as she kneels on the floor.
“I assume there’s some reason why you dragged my pet in here?” His voice is cold, lordly, and if there was ever a reason for me to want to fight back, to argue that his win wasn’t legitimate, he’s given it to me.
Because I don’t want to fucking listen to Dean Blackmoor talk to me in that tone of voice for the rest of my life.
“The jury’s still out as to whether or not she’s actually yours,” I say smoothly. “But she’s in here because I caught her playing with herself in her bedroom.”
“Oh?” Dean sounds almost bored. “That’s a violation of her contract.”
“Yes. And she wanted to be caught.” I push Athena forward with my foot so that she’s on her hands and knees again instead of kneeling back on her heels. “Look at that wet pussy. The little slut wants it.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t give it to her then.” Dean circles around her, squatting down to grab her chin and tilt her face up so that her eyes meet his. “Do you want a whipping, little Athena? Do you want my belt on your backside? Is that why you let Cayde catch you playing with what isn’t yours?”
She licks her lips, and I can see the shiver that goes through her as she whispers plaintively: “No.”
Dean grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. “No, what, Athena?”
“No, master,” she whispers.
My cock is so hard it could fucking cut glass. That jerk-off session in the shower did nothing for me, my balls are tight and aching, and I’m desperate to come. Whatever I have to do, Athena isn’t leaving this room without my semen somewhere on or in her body.
The fucking slut needs to learn her place, and we’re just the guys to teach it to her. But more and more, I’m certain that she shouldn’t belong to Dean alone.
“I’ll take care of it,” Dean says, letting go of her hair and standing up. “Twenty strokes with my belt ought to do it. Get up, Athena.”
She doesn’t move, and I push my foot into her backside again, knocking her forward sprawling onto the carpet. “Your master said get up!”
Slowly, she gets to her feet. Her cheeks are flushed, stained red with shame or defiance. I can’t tell which.
“Bend over the side of the couch,” Dean tells her firmly, his voice as lordly and arrogant as ever. “Jaxon, hold her wrists.”
Athena straightens, her chin lifting as she tosses her hair back, and I see Dean’s eyes sweep down the front of her body. Even naked and flushed with embarrassment, she looks as gorgeous as ever, and I have to reach down to adjust my erection again. It’s all I can do to take my hand off of it.
For a second, I think she’s going to argue, going to try to defy him. Instead, she just walks to the side of the leather couch and bends over it, stretching her hands out in front of her as her nipples brush against the cold leather, her backside turned up over the arm.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
The old scars from my own beatings feel as if they’re throbbing as I watch Dean unbuckle his belt and my cock pulses in time with it, my heartbeat pumping through my veins. Nothing arouses me as much as watching Athena get a spanking, with cane or belt or hand or crop. It doesn’t matter. The sound of the lash striking someone else’s flesh turns me on more than anything else.
“Count them,” Dean says darkly.
Her voice doesn’t waver this time, like it did when Jaxon caned her. Dean doesn’t hold back, bringing down the folded leather strap of his belt across her ass hard, but she just jerks a little each time, her voice clearly calling out the number.
Jaxon’s hands are wrapped around her wrists, his face carefully blank, but I can see that he’s hard too. And I know Athena is wet. I catch a glimpse of her inner thigh as Dean rears back again, and I see the skin glistening. Just knowing her sweet juices are running down that soft flesh nearly makes me come in my pants, and I grit my teeth, desperate to hang on to my load until I can paint her skin with it again or force it down her tight throat.
She shudders as Dean brings down the tenth lash, crying out, and I clench my hands into fists, wishing it could be me. Wishing I could stare at her sweet ass and swollen pussy while I spanked her into submission.
I can’t give her to Dean.
I just fucking can’t.