Theirs to Protect: A Rough MC Romance

by Piper Stone

  A full two minutes passed.

  Then another five, hell, maybe ten.

  I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes, ready to beg them to get this over with.

  Tick. Tock.

  “Have you been a good girl?” Dylan asked quietly from barely three inches behind me. I hadn’t detected his presence but was able to drink in his musky scent as his powerful voice slid down to the tips of my toes.

  “How could I not be?”

  He laughed as he tangled his fingers in my hair, dragging them through then dancing the tips down my spine. “You’re still a beautiful pink from the night before. We’re just going to keep your little bottom blooming every day. I think you’ve done enough corner time.”

  As he took me by the arm, tugging me toward the counter, I noticed clearly that one or all of them had selected a handful of implements. There were two different sized wooden spoons, a nasty looking spatula, some kind of a short strap, and even a Lexan ruler.

  “Oh, no,” I whispered, trying to pull away.

  “Oh, yes. You break the rules, you pay the price.”

  Why was his voice so damn husky and why did it resonate between my legs, making my entire body quiver?

  When the other two walked back into the kitchen, their eyes held more of the same look from the night before, as if they were hungry.

  Ready to keep me in line.

  Ready to fuck me.

  Ready to devour me.

  I could no longer swallow as Dylan placed me over the edge of the counter, pressing his hand against the small of my back.

  “Put your arms out like a good girl and stay in position,” he instructed.

  While I obeyed, I fisted my hands, throwing a hateful look in the direction of the others. Then I was forced to watch as Dylan twirled the damn same spoon several times, even whistling as he did so.

  “Make certain her bottom is well covered, if you know what I mean, brother,” Wade instructed.

  I kept my gaze locked onto Crockett, studying his reaction as Dylan moved my legs apart, even sliding his fingers dangerously close to my pussy lips. The man didn’t like what he was watching. He was absolutely possessive and had meant that he was my owner. I’d known all kinds of dominating men in my life, including those who pretended they were in charge in a relationship, but Crockett took it seriously.

  Only in an entirely different way than I’d ever known.

  There was no reason other than my continued insanity that I believed he could possibly wipe out some of the damage Michael had caused.

  But I did.

  There was no concept of even considering anything but the damn deal we’d entered into.

  But my mind allowed me a second thought even as I quickly shoved it away.

  I heard the cracking sound a split second before the dense piece of wood hit my backside. Both legs involuntarily bent at the knee, although my reaction was more out of surprise than pain.

  “She’s going to be a tough one to break,” Dylan stated, the tone of his voice changing. The words he meant, the sentiment I was unsure of.

  “Then we keep trying,” Wade said as he leaned against the wall, obviously biding his time.

  “I think that makes perfectly good sense,” Dylan stated before issuing four more directly across my sit spot in rapid succession.

  “Shit. Shit!” I couldn’t keep my legs in position any more than I could stop myself from clawing the edges of the counter, sucking in my breath. The anguish was sharp, shooting down the backs of my legs.

  “One more time and we start over, little girl.” Dylan forcefully pulled my legs down, once against adjusting them so they were wide open as the counter would allow.

  Panting, I clenched my eyes shut as he smacked me four additional times, the hard cracking sounds filtering into my ears. I did my best to maintain my position even as stars floated in front of my eyes. When I felt the tapping of the spoon against my pussy lips, I let out a bedraggled moan, able to gather a scent of my pussy as juice trickled down the insides of my thighs.

  “She’s wet and almost ready, and I am a hungry man,” Dylan whispered before striking me several additional times, one coming after the other.

  I was thrown as the pain coursed through every inch of my body, tensing my muscles as the searing heat built up on my bottom. Every sensation was more electrifying than the one before.

  “Much better. Only ten more then it’ll be Wade’s turn.”

  I wanted to scream at him, to rip out his eyes but I stayed exactly where he’d placed me, taking several deep breaths.

  He took his time rolling the knuckles of his one hand up and down both legs, finally caressing my bruised ass cheeks before resuming.

  “One,” he said after smacking me.

  I was surprised as he counted them off, taking far too much time until he was finished with number six. The other four literally stole my breath, the stinging sensations unlike anything from the night before.

  Then he finished it off with tapping my bottom before sliding the end of the spoon past my slickened folds, sliding in and out with ease.

  I was driven straight to a moment of pure nirvana, my pussy muscles clamping around the foreign object, drawing the damn thing in even deeper. I was torn by the different vibrations, so aroused I had difficulty breathing.

  After Dylan eased the spoon from my tight channel, he took an exaggerated whiff before placing the implement on the counter in a location where I could fixate on it.

  Damn him.

  Wade took his time sauntering over, fingering the array before selecting the damn plastic piece. When he snapped it in the air, I yelped from the anticipation.

  “Hmmm... Let me see.” He huffed then smacked it against his palm, finally shaking his head. “This will do nicely to create a beautiful color. I do so love a woman in red.”

  I braced for another hard whack, clenching my bottom and holding my breath.

  I wasn’t prepared for the explosion of pain rushing through every muscle and tendon when he brought the ruler down several times in a row.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh. Oh!” My bedraggled cries were pitiful, but I knew damn good and well they weren’t going to give me any sympathy.

  Wade tapped the implement against my bottom several times as if taking aim. I raked my nails down the counter, pointing my toes as my mind reeled from what was happening.

  Enjoyment.

  Yes, the pain was blinding but a portion of me was so aroused I knew my juice had already slickened the counter. Even the very masculine scent of his testosterone was a powerful aphrodisiac, intoxicating in a shameful manner.

  “I think she might learn to be a good girl. What do you guys think?” Wade asked, shifting my hair and lowering down, allowing a slow burning blow of his hot breath to cascade across my cheek. I heard the slight growl as he dragged his tongue up from the base of my neck to my earlobe, nipping the tender flesh.

  “Nah. I’m not certain about that,” Dylan said, chuckling darkly.

  Crockett remained silent, his eyes burning, his nostrils flaring. He was ready to ravage every portion of me, but his way.

  And perhaps very much alone.

  Wade cracked the ruler several more times, the barbaric growl a low rumble in his chest. When he leaned over again, he brushed the single tip of his finger down the crack of my ass, pushing until the tip was positioned just at my puckered hole. “I can’t wait to have my cock in that tight little space.”

  My entire body trembled as he resumed the spanking, bringing the ruler down in rapid succession. I bit back a cry even as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m going to be good. I’ll follow the rules. I promise,” I blurted out.

  “Yes, you will,” Wade said in a velvety tone, further igniting the flame that threatened to combust. “Five more then our man Crockett will have his turn. You’re actually doing very well. Big Daddy is proud of you.”

  All I could do was hold my breath, fighting the oncoming tears as Wade snapped his wrist, t
he hard plastic connecting then adding to the wildfire burning deep within. I pressed my face against the cool Formica, trying to catch my breath as Big Daddy dropped the ruler with a dramatic flair, growling as if he was the beast in charge.

  But I knew better.

  Crockett was the alpha, the man who called the shots.

  I dragged my tongue across my dry lips, sucking in air as I waited for Crockett to advance. When he did, his boots thumping against the floor, my heartbeat matched his advance. I wasn’t certain what to expect, although my gut told me he’d select the strap. He did exactly as expected, taking his time to run his fingers down the length of the implement’s thickness.

  There was no way to anticipate the pain that the nasty piece would provide, but I was almost mesmerized as he took his time, testing the implement’s range. He snapped the piece in the air and every time I shivered. The feel of his hand as he brushed his fingertips across my tingling skin created another wave of wetness between my legs.

  While I’d fought the realization that I’d been attracted to him from the moment he peered into the Lexus, I knew better. Even then with the wretched fear I’d experienced, my entire world turned upside down, my mind and body had responded in the most explosive ways.

  There was no instant anguish as he cracked the strap, my body still sizzling from the earlier rounds. My only reaction was a single moan. As he smacked it across my sit spot a second time, my legs began to shake. Only when he issued the third and fourth did I realize my bottom was on fire.

  “Fuck. Oh...” I jerked up from the counter, ready to scream to the heavens above. Crockett waited, the rough pads of his fingers pushing me down, his actions so gentle as he caressed me lovingly. I could hear his strangled breathing, could tell he was fighting to keep control.

  He continued the spanking, smacking me four more times, then tossing the strap against the wall.

  “I can’t wait. I need to taste her.” His words were commanding, riddled with such a haunting tone. When his massive hands gripped my buttocks, his fingers digging into my skin, I couldn’t hold back my harsh whimpers. He lifted my torso several inches off the counter, wasting no time as he lowered and crouched over, darting his tongue into my wetness.

  I clawed at the counter, sparks of electricity shooting into every tendon and muscle. The butterflies in my stomach flew away, leaving me with an intense longing as he licked me furiously. He was aggressive in his actions, the force pushing my face against the counter. I simply closed my eyes, allowing the overwhelming sensations to spread into every cell.

  Crockett plunged his tongue into my pussy, lapping my cream as his guttural sounds became savage. When he shoved my knees onto the counter, his hands firmly wrapped around my thighs, I reveled in the filthy manner he was feasting on me.

  And nothing could ever feel this amazing.

  He refused to stop, shifting his head back and forth as he slipped one hand between my legs, rubbing the tip of a single one around my clit in an aimless pattern.

  There was no way I could hold back for long, a climax already peeking its head, tingles racing along the insides of my legs. This was pure euphoria and I wanted more. Everything was a massive blur as he continued to lick, his tongue moving up and down the length of my pussy. The sounds he made only added fuel to the fire, my heart skipping beats.

  Within seconds, I could no longer prevent the explosion, a climax roaring into me, setting my entire world on fire.

  “Yes. I... Oh, yes!” My scream echoed in the room, my body shaking as the orgasm slammed into me, my body shaking violently.

  He continued to lick until I slumped against the counter, no longer able to feel my fingers or toes. Stars remained skittering across my field of vision, all in vibrant colors. If I thought the session was over, I was completely wrong.

  Hands turned me over, lifting and spreading my legs wide, pulling them against my chest. I lolled my head as fingers spread my pussy lips wide open, a cool wafting of air a reminder just how vulnerable I was, so exposed.

  And I didn’t care.

  “She’s such a bad little girl. I think she doesn’t completely understand yet that we are her masters,” Wade stated under his breath.

  I was cognizant that he’d lifted the same spoon that had been used to spank me before, but I was shocked as he brought it down against my open pussy several times.

  “Fuck. Oh. Oh!” Both Crockett and Dylan held me in place, lowering their heads and sucking on my nipples. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much.

  Wade snapped my pussy three more times, tipping his head back and roaring before driving both his tongue and several fingers into my aching channel.

  I was lost in the insanity of three men pleasuring me.

  Controlling me.

  Using me.

  They were taking what they wanted even as the provided utter euphoria. While I had no way of knowing just how long they performed their filthy act, I knew the second another orgasm rushed into my body. My scream no longer audible, I fell into a state of serenity.

  “Hush, little girl. Big Daddy has you,” Wade whispered as he gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest and rubbing his hand down my back.

  There was no way I could move, my body lying limp in his arms as he carried me several feet. I’d never felt so protected in my life, the kind of realization that I couldn’t comprehend.

  “Such a baby girl. You need to be taken care of, loved and disciplined,” he continued to whisper before easing me down on the edge of the kitchen table. He smiled as he stroked my hair, twisting his head back and forth, his eyes glistening. “And we’re going to take care of that for you. This morning I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

  I remained in a state of sheer euphoria as Dylan advanced, releasing his cock from his jeans as he narrowed his eyes, his chest heaving. He wrapped his arms around my legs, dragging my bottom off the edge of the table and lowered down. “I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you.” He pressed his lips against mine, the kiss such a gentle reminder of how tender a man could be.

  I darted my tongue out as I palmed his chest, enjoying the hint of coffee on his breath. The intimate moment was short lived, his hunger overtaking the sweet round of passion. When he slid his cockhead just inside, he licked down the side of my face. “A beautiful little brat.”

  His whisper resonated throughout every portion of my body as he drove his shaft all the way inside, stretching my muscles.

  The ache deep within was immediate, the dazzling sensations keeping the fires burning. I wrapped my hands around his forearms, marveling in his carved muscles as he drove into me, initially taking his time. My pussy immediately ached, trying to accept his thick cock, clamping and releasing several times.

  I tossed my head back and forth as he picked up the pace, his barbaric sounds only fueling the fire shared between us. He kept me split wide open as he pummeled into me, his face twisting from the exertion, beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. I couldn’t keep my eyes open even though I wanted nothing more than to gaze on his gorgeous physique. This was far too delicious.

  The scent of all three men was overwhelming, their testosterone heightened as they each waited for their turn.

  Within seconds, I was tossed into pure ecstasy, my body reacting almost violently, every part of me trembling. Dylan was so forceful, his actions brutal as he took me, driving his cock into my womb. He finally released my legs, planting his hands on either side of me as he leaned over.

  “Look at me, sweet Kelly. Watch as I spill my seed into you.”

  His words were frank, dirty, and delicious, and I did as commanded. Catching a glimpse of his very soul was powerful, shoving out all the ugliness of my life, allowing me to fall into a fantasy world.

  He slammed his cock inside, the force shoving me hard against the table, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to be brutal, to take me as he wanted. Whether or not this was right or even decent didn’t matter.

  As his
body began to shake, I clamped my pussy muscles, a wave of intense heat shifting deep inside as he threw his head back and roared. I felt his eruption, reveled in his body’s reaction as he tried to keep control.

  “Fuck!” Dylan exclaimed, tossing his head toward the ceiling.

  There was no hesitation, Crockett grabbing his arm and pulling him away. The look on the man’s face was indescribable, his utter desire blatant and telling. He said nothing as he forced my legs around his waist, sliding the tip of his cock up and down my pussy, even swirling his cockhead around my swollen clit before pushing it inside.

  I was nothing but a ragdoll as the fierce man drove his shaft into my heated channel, his mouth twisting as he closed his eyes. While every part of me should abhor his roughness, I was drawn to him even more than the others. He had such a desperate need, his mind and body attempting to process the strong connection we shared.

  All the moments of guilt and shame only fueled my body’s response, my skin covered in goosebumps, my heart nearly erupting from the scattered beats. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck us, forming a bridge that could never be denied.

  With every hard stroke, every guttural sound he made, I was drawn further into his world. I wanted to know more about him, to share moments of his life that he held locked away. I needed to get closer to him. While there was no logical reason for my feelings, there was also no way I could deny them.

  I’d never believed in love at first sight. There was no such thing, but this was... almost perfect.

  Crockett refused to stop or slow down, his hips jutting forward as he thrust in brutal plunges. Within seconds, another orgasm roared into me.

  “Oh. Oh... Yes. Yes!” My strangled screams only proved to fuel him even more. As he used the strength of his thighs to fuel his actions, he dug his nails into my skin, yanking me forward.

  As beautiful euphoria shifted into my system, so did a horrible understanding.

  This wasn’t going to last.

  We would be forced apart.

  And I could only hope not by death.

  Crockett’s savage hiss filled the space around us as he erupted into me and sadly, within seconds, he released his hold, stumbling backwards. I wasn’t surprised that he turned away, running his hands through his hair.