by Zoey Marcel
Her eyes darted from his. “I appreciate it.”
He directed her attention back to him with a hooked finger under her jaw. “It was very foolish of you to run around the city by yourself when you have an unstable stalker after you.”
She gaped at him. “Did Greyson tell you?”
“He did, just before I flew out here with you.”
She winced. “What else did he tell you?”
“Nothing, but I gathered from the story that you used to be a nun in a convent.” He tried not to smirk, but the smile he couldn’t fetter. Her blush was utterly charming.
She nodded, withholding eye contact from him.
“Now, I’m only going to ask you this one more time, where did you go and what were you doing?” He touched his fingers to her chin again and guided her focus back to him. “You’re marrying my brothers, Melanie. I need to know that I can trust you.”
“You can. I’m sorry. I…” She closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath. “I was just visiting my ex.”
“What?” he growled, making her jump.
“That came out wrong.”
“It better have.”
“I don’t have any ties with him or anything. Five years ago he went into a coma from a drug overdose. Last I heard he was still in that coma. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”
Emmett eased up on her. “That was thoughtful of you, but you should have told someone where you were going, or better still, allowed me to accompany you to your destination.”
“I didn’t want you to know and think less of me.”
“I don’t think less of you for being compassionate. Why should my opinion even matter to you?”
She faltered for her words. “I…just didn’t want you to tell Hunter and Jake and have them stop loving me for causing a man to hurt himself over heartache.”
“The thing about my brothers is they’re capable of deep, unconditional love with the right person.” His thumb gently grazed her jawline. “They would probably forgive you for anything and go on loving you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come after you for hurting them. Don’t get any ideas.”
Melanie turned slightly defensive. “I would never hurt them.”
“Good. I want your word that you won’t run off like that again.”
She looked so vulnerable and submissive it ate him up inside in the best of ways.
“I won’t run off again.”
“Swear it.”
“I swear it.”
He softened his tone, stealing an unexpected shiver from her. “Good woman. I still need to discipline you for leaving and endangering yourself.”
“Discipline me?
“Yes. My older brother is active in the BDSM lifestyle. If you’ll let me, I’d like to train you for him…as a gift.”
A peace offering, really. The stubborn hard-ass could carry a grudge that would make a bucking bull in a rodeo seem more merciful.
Melanie’s mouth opened a bit, but she was quiet for a minute. “Hunter didn’t tell me that.”
“I should think not.”
Hunter was vanilla. If his sly brothers didn’t divulge to her the truth about their plans for her soon, he just might do it himself.
“Well, Melanie?”
An eager, lusty smile that still managed to maintain sweetness lighted up her face. “That’s very sweet of you to help shape me into what they want.”
“You’re already what Hunter and Jake want. These experiences will be good for you and in time I’ll tell you everything.”
She frowned, seeming cautious. “Is there something you’re keeping from me?”
“It’s nothing you need to know right now. Turn around.”
She stiffened. “Why?”
Emmett took a step forward and casually positioned her so her back was to him and she bent over the large bed. “You need to get in the habit of doing what you’re told without question when we give you an order.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
His testicles filled with hot sperm, trying to shut his brain off so he could just fuck, feel, drown in her.
“I don’t hold it against you.” He offered her a crooked smile when she glanced back at him to let her know he was teasing her. “Pull your shorts and panties down. I’m going to spank you.”
“Oh.”
She sounded shocked but heated as she quietly undid her shorts and pushed them down her legs along with her underwear. He smiled when he saw the trail of dampness lining the crotch of the fabric. She wanted him. She’d get him plenty tonight. He couldn’t wait.
“Have you ever been spanked, Melanie?”
“Not like this.”
The chemistry sizzled between them, short-circuiting his brain and willpower to abstain this time.
“I’m just going to be very honest with you.”
“Oh dear.”
Her cuteness spread a grin across his face before he even knew what hit him. “Relax. My honesty isn’t always brutal. Sometimes it can be flattering. I was just going to say that if I never see another woman’s ass again, I would be satisfied after having seen yours.”
Melanie was quiet for a second. “I realize it’s a little big and I’m sorry if it offends you. It looks much better in clothes.”
“Melanie, it was a compliment.”
“Oh. Well then, thank you.”
“I’m going to spank you now. Do you know why?”
“You like making me uncomfortable?”
He gave her bottom a light swat, enjoying the way her flesh jiggled a little and the sudden yip it evoked. “Besides that. The reason, gorgeous.”
He didn’t miss the way her cheek puffed suddenly like she was smiling. Apparently she appreciated the endearment. He’d always prided himself on charming women, mainly to get them out of their clothes, but there was sincerity in his words when he directed them to Melanie. She struck him as a good girl who was intelligent enough not to let a man sweet-talk her out of her clothes. She required more first and it made him respect her.
On his less honorable and more testosterone-driven side, it posed an interesting challenge to him and he found the thought of seducing her utterly irresistible.
“Because I ran off without telling anyone and you think I endangered myself.”
He startled a yelp from her with the quick whack of his hand. God, her ass was incredible the way it blushed demurely beneath his punishing strike. He loved the way his handprint faded into her butt cheek.
“I don’t think anything. I know you endangered yourself. I’m never wrong and when you get to know me better, you’ll come to realize that, too.”
She snickered. “Never wrong, huh? You’re a funny man, Emmett.”
He slapped her rump hard several times, making her jolt and shriek, but only on the first contact. She was quiet and only tensed after the first one. Her composure while he spanked her fascinated him. Clearly she didn’t have a low pain tolerance. But was it high or moderate?
That was the question. He didn’t suppose a delicate thing like her was a masochist, but the fact that she could accept her punishment and take pain was a good thing. If she could handle him, then there was hope that she just might survive Greyson and Diego.
“Melanie, what’s the worst pain you’ve ever experienced?”
She was quiet for a moment and sounded sad when she finally spoke. “When I gave birth.”
Emmett was dumbfounded. “You spawned?”
She giggled. “I had a daughter. It was years ago.”
“How old were you when you had her?”
“Nineteen.”
“What happened?”
She hesitated before responding, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he would reprimand her for it when she was opening up to him for the first time.
“I gave her away to a couple who was barren.”
He stared down at her, bare-assed and draped over the side of the bed like a sex object waiting to be used. But in that moment he didn’t see a to
y or her naked ass. Instead he looked past them and saw something else, something much deeper. This woman had a soul. All women probably did, he supposed, but if they did he hadn’t noticed.
But he did notice Melanie. He would be lying if he raved on and on about how ugly the other women were and how they should all be wearing potato sacks on their heads in shame because she was just so much more damned beautiful than them. She was an absolute vision to be sure, but he couldn’t say physically who was the most beautiful woman he’d seen, or who had the best figure. He didn’t compare any of them, merely lived in the moment with the woman he was with.
Now something had changed. This one had heart. Worse, she had a soul and she was finding subtle ways to let him know that he had one, too.
If he’d seen Melanie lined up with his past flings without knowing anything about her beyond her exquisite looks, he’d say she was one of the five most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
But being smacked upside the head with the light that shone from her eyes and that soulful warmth she exuded, he honestly couldn’t remember the faces of those other women. And for a minute he didn’t understand the selfish bastard who’d viewed anything female as an orifice to quell an ache he could have easily taken care of himself.
His randy, younger side kicked in again and he was able to accept his past, but the strange new part of him that had stirred to life wouldn’t be snuffed out. Melanie triggered mature feelings in him that he hadn’t realized he was capable of experiencing. It was different, solid, and clear. He didn’t know if an epiphany and a sudden desire to become a better man for a woman made him feel good, but it felt right.
“Did the couple pay you for it?” Emmett already knew the answer to that. Melanie would never accept money for something like that.
“No. I wanted to give them that.”
“Do you have contact with your daughter?”
“No,” she said sadly. “They moved and didn’t tell me where they were going.”
He smoothed his fingertips over her warmed-up bottom, more in awe than in lust at the moment, unlike a minute earlier.
He skimmed his fingers through her wetness, tracing her hot folds like he had all day to touch her. She needed comfort and he only knew of one way to comfort a woman. Her mouth fell open and she pushed her sex into his hand, surrendering to his decadent ministrations.
He shouldn’t even be letting her come right after a penalty, but she needed this, and something vital in him needed to see this stunning creature come. His loins burned when she started to shake and whimper.
“Come for me, Melanie,” he murmured into her soft, jasmine-scented hair. “Come all over my hand, beautiful.”
She mewled helplessly and writhed beneath him, making his balls draw up painfully. He needed relief bad.
Not this time, as crabby as it would make him to deny himself. She needed a comforting touch more than she needed to be fucked into the mattress. That could come tonight and so would she…while trapped between him and Diego.
Emmett pulled her underwear and shorts back up and closed her fly. She shivered at the personal places his wandering hands touched.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Melanie,” he stated softly in her ear.
She lost her breath and lay with her cheek against the bed as she tried to return to normal breathing patterns.
“Do you want me to teach you a few things to please your men?”
She nodded, again not realizing just how many men she would be required to please.
“When we get back to McKenna Downs, I think it’s time we had a talk about the future. But for now just submit to me, Melanie, and in time I’ll tell you everything. Can you do that for me?”
“Okay.”
He rubbed her crotch through her shorts. “You can spend the day with your sister, but after she is safe at her friend’s house, I’m bringing you back here and then Diego and I are going to fuck you.”
A breathy sigh escaped her. “But Hunter and…Jake—”
“They’re fine with this. They told you that.”
“But without them it feels…” She bit her bottom lip, acting guilty. “I shouldn’t have come for you. They’re the ones who want me. You made me so wet.”
Her words solidified his cock even more, if such a thing was possible. “I want you, too, beautiful.”
Melanie’s eyes closed and she tilted her head the tiniest degree to meet his nuzzling. “But not in the same way.”
“You have no idea what I want from you.” He groped her crotch, making her moan and spread her legs for him. “This will all make sense when we got home, but for now I need you to surrender to our wishes. I need you to give yourself to me and to Diego to be fucked and trained.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Her excited little jump when he popped the button free on her shorts again thrilled him.
“You’re going to be naked and vulnerable, trapped between two men because it’s what I want.” He eased the metal teeth open, tearing down the fortress of her zipper for his lewd invasion. “I’m going to have you that way because it’s what you need.”
Melanie gasped when he crammed his hand down in her panties and rubbed her bare pussy.
“I’m going to make you come again, Melanie, and this time you’re going to come in your panties for me.” Emmett ground his erection against her through their clothes, savoring the way her ass pushed into his groin as if pleading to be fucked. “I want you to make a mess in your panties and wear them all day.”
“I can’t change them?”
“Not until tonight after your shower. This will be your first test of submission, excluding your rebellious orgasm earlier.” He massaged her swollen clit with greater pressure. “You’re so wet and carnal, thinking about all the taboo sex we give you. Do you want it, Melanie?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Do you want to have forbidden sex with a bunch of men?”
“Um—”
“With me, Diego, and my brothers,” he clarified so she didn’t think she had his permission to go shag half the town.
“Yes,” she said with obvious enthusiasm. Her muscles flexed with her approaching finale, and she pressed her mons against his stroking digits.
“Do you want to be dominated and made to submit?”
She whimpered, leaking her warm cream all over him. “Oh god, yes.”
“Do you want to soak your panties for me and feel them against your cunt all day, wet and dirty?”
“Yes,” she choked out. “I can’t stand it.”
Emmett growled and stimulated her faster, riling and teasing her. “Do you need it, gorgeous? Do you need to feel your clit pulsing in remembrance of my touches and feel your pussy ooze all inside your panties while you try desperately to make it stop?”
“Yes, Emmett.” Her body got jerky with the pre-orgasmic tremors. “I need it.”
He wanted to ram his cock into her and fuck her like a ragdoll, but she needed to learn patience. She would come when they wanted her to come, not when she felt like it.
“Do you want me to make you ache so badly I’ll have you begging me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
She mewed in distress when he moved his fingers, preventing her release. “Make me come.”
He pierced a finger up her vagina, smiling when she flailed and cried out at the sensitivity. “I want you to think about tonight all day. Really think about it, Melanie.”
“Okay.”
She buried her face in the covers when he swiped his index finger on his other hand in her juices and then teased her back entrance.
“Do you want me in your ass, gorgeous? Because that’s exactly where my cock is going to be buried tonight.” He speared his finger into anus, nearly losing it when her sphincter clutched his finger in startled acceptance.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me?”
Her trembles were so damned sexy. He could hardly think
beyond his dick and her beauty when he felt the mild spasm in her pussy around his inserted finger.
“Do you feel it, Melanie? Can you feel my cock in your ass and Diego’s erection filling your cunt?”
Melanie clawed at the comforter and nodded, seeming unable to answer verbally.
“That’s how it’s going to be, beautiful—me dominating your tight asshole and opening you up. No secrets, no hiding places. Complete surrender of your most private orifice.” Emmett thrust his fingers in her holes, taking his time to play with her clitoris without relieving her. “You’ve had me back there once before, but you had Hunter and Jake there to center you. They’re not here this time, Melanie, just Diego and me. He’s going to fill you up inside and we’re going to hold you trapped between our naked bodies while we have our way with you.”
“Oh god,” she choked out.
“I want you to look into his eyes and let him hold you. We’re both going to hold you while we fuck you.”
“I…I don’t know him that well.”
“But you want him, and I want you to have sex with him, so do Hunter and Jake. We all want to see you like that, Mellie.”
It surprised him that he called her Mellie like Hunter and Jake had once they’d gotten to know her better.
Melanie seemed caught off guard by the nickname as well. “Oh god! It’s too much.”
“Come for me, Mellie. Picture it, all of it, what we want from you, what you want from us.”
She let out a strangled outcry as her vagina and ass locked on to his fingers and sucked hard while her cunt fluttered and pulsed around him.
“Squeeze our cocks, Mellie.”
She choked on a sob, either from the pleasure or the nickname. He left his fingers inside her for a minute, absorbing the ripples of her orgasmic aftershock. Her breathless sound when he pulled his fingers out was enchanting. He sucked them clean and then closed her shorts again. Guiding her to stand, he cupped her crotch hard, forcing her panties up into her sodden folds.
“Are you aching, Melanie?” he asked in a torrid whisper.
She pursed her lips together and let out a mewl as she nodded at him with pleading eyes. Her eyes closed and she sucked in a ragged breath when he moved her hand to the thick hard-on raging in his pants.
