She did sound fine but was she just saying that to please them? Because what would please him is her bending to his will, and his will was that she tell him how she felt.
“This position isn’t putting stress on your neck?”
“No, Lo.”
Her words said one thing, but her high-pitched, frayed-nerve tone said another.
“Then what’s going on? You tell me. You don’t keep anything from us, you understand? Not while you’re ours.”
He emphasized his point with another swat to her backside that had her moaning.
“Yes, Lo. I… This… It’s…”
Lowell glanced at Hux to see if his brother had some insight he didn’t. It was possible; Hux often saw the best in people and sometimes he was right. He’d also spent more time with Tamsyn. An amused, indulgent smile curved his twin’s mouth before Hux mouthed, “She’s fine.”
That was all well and good but he wanted to hear it from her, and receive the gift of her obedience too.
“Being held like this is… I feel so helpless. Exposed. Vulnerable.”
Ah. No wonder Hux looked so damn satisfied.
“You are,” he told her, and her answering mewl made his dick throb.
He wanted that sound from her again. And now that he understood being turned ass-up over their thighs and spread open was a shortcut to subspace, he wanted to drive her deeper into that place where she relinquished her finely honed control. He ached to give her the freedom of submission.
“We’ve stripped you of every stitch of clothing, have complete and absolute control over your body, and we’re going to do whatever we feel like with you.”
There it was again, that delicious sound that he wanted to bottle. He’d drink it by the gallon. He’d always been the brother who was more likely to pass on indulgences, but not this.
“You’re spread out and pinned down, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. We can see every inch of you. Feel you too.”
This time he didn’t spank her, but slicked a finger over her clit before pushing it inside of her tight, welcoming pussy. Seeing the reflection in the mirror was enough to make most men dizzy but he wasn’t most men. He’d maintain his control for all of them.
She was almost crying now, babbling pleas and whining, making promises she couldn’t possibly fulfill. Someone really enjoyed a special kind of dirty talk. He couldn’t wait to murmur erotic threats straight into her ear, pink-tipped now with embarrassment and arousal.
“This delicious peach of a backside is going to get spanked until it’s pink and warm, and we’re going to fingerfuck your pussy at the same time. If you come before you have permission, we’re going to spank you harder, until you’re red and sore.”
Another sob of desperation. While he kept it inside, Lowell knew precisely how she felt. Also hoped she wouldn’t be able to control herself because he wanted badly to see her come apart under his and Hux’s hands and also because he wanted to light up her bottom until it was hot and swollen and had her hissing every time she sat down.
“Yes, Lo, yes. I’ll be good, promise. Promise!”
He and Hux smirked at each other, and then Lowell withdrew his finger and smeared his lovely girl’s wetness over her butt cheek before spanking in the same place. And with a raised chin to Hux, they started in on her in earnest.