by Abby Blake
“I suppose that’s fair,” she said, her breath catching in what she only just now realized was anticipation, not fear. Considering how much the last time had hurt, it seemed a strange reaction indeed. “Sir, where are we?”
“Still in Viper’s Dungeon, just in one of the private rooms.”
Adrian and Malcolm had described some of the private rooms to her earlier, but since it was pitch-black dark except for a tiny little glow near where they lay, she literally had no idea what else was in here besides the bed they rested on.
“Where are Malcolm and Alex?”
“They’ll be back shortly,” he said as he lifted his hands into her hair and massaged her scalp soothingly. She was practically purring a few minutes later when the door opened and soft lighting was switched on.
“Time for your spanking, little sub,” Alex said sternly as he and Malcolm stepped into the room.
* * * *
Adrian knew that Sophie had submitted beautifully to his brother’s spanking several days ago, but now that she knew what she was in for she might not be quite so calm. He’d always preferred to give sensual spankings over punishments, but he’d been the one to allocate this punishment so it was his responsibility to follow through.
Trying to hide his reluctance, Adrian slid off the bed and onto his feet. Malcolm moved closer and offered his hand to Sophie to help her up. She smiled at her ex-husband, obviously nervous, but thankfully not seeming frightened.
Adrian sat down in the chair specifically placed in this room for this purpose and then signaled for Sophie to lie over his lap. “Come here, little sub.”
She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked and he breathed a surreptitious sigh of relief as she settled over his lap calmly. Alex and Malcolm both nodded and then stepped back slightly, giving her a little bit of space so that she didn’t feel overwhelmed. Adrian rubbed his hand over the soft flesh of her ass as he spoke.
“What is your safe word, little sub?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Tell me why you’re being punished, Sophie.”
She shivered, her whole body quaking several times before she could answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was husky with arousal. “Because I didn’t trust my Doms.” Adrian glanced at Alex and Malcolm, silently asking them if they’d heard what he’d thought he’d heard in her tone. They both seemed as surprised as he was.
He lifted her slightly, pushing her head lower and her ass higher. The arousal that glistened on her pussy lips and thighs was very satisfying to see.
“Are you ready for your punishment, little sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in that same husky, cock-hardening tone.
“Ten strokes for your lack of faith. Count them, little sub.”
He landed the first hit on the fleshy part where her bottom met her thighs, his handprint blooming on her soft flesh almost immediately. He rubbed over the spot, increasing the heat and the sting, waiting to make certain that she was okay.
“One,” she said on a soft moan. Malcolm raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment.
Adrian smacked her two more times, rubbing over the handprints as she squirmed with arousal. Clearly a spanking wasn’t going to be an effective form of punishment for their beautiful sub. She was enjoying this far too much. By the seventh stroke her voice had started to quiver, but it wasn’t until the tenth that she started to cry. But even then, her reddened bottom didn’t hide the fact that her juices ran down her thighs, or that her pussy lips were swollen and very pretty, her arousal blindingly obvious.
He lifted her off his lap and into his embrace, cuddling her close.
“Thank you, Sophie,” he said quietly, glad to have that finished. “Do you feel you’ve paid your debt to the three of us?”
“Not really, Sir,” she said quietly, thrilling him with her honesty. He had worried that she would try to pretend she wasn’t aroused. Fortunately that hadn’t happened.
“Perhaps you can try to prove your remorse in a different way.”
She nodded warily, but didn’t protest.
Alex proved he was thinking the same thing when he turned to the toy cupboard and selected a medium-sized butt plug still in its packaging. He left the room to wash it and then covered it in lube before handing it to Adrian.
“Lie across my lap again, Sophie,” he ordered quietly.
She moved to do as he asked, but it was clear that she was still a little tender from Malcolm’s fucking earlier. Very carefully Adrian worked the plug into her back passage, pressing a hand on her lower back as she tried to squirm. He held his breath as she gasped, her abused hole tightening around the plug as she was once again gripped by fear. It was the same response she’d had earlier, but this time instead of panicking she dragged in a few ragged breaths and forced herself to relax.
“Good girl,” he said as the plug finally slid further into her ass and her anus closed around the thinner part. He checked that the handle rested comfortably against her skin before helping her to stand. “Hands and knees across the middle of the bed, little sub.” Alex and Malcolm moved to help her as Adrian reached for the condoms. “We’re going to take turns fucking your pussy while you hold on to this plug. Don’t you dare come without our permission. Is that understood, little sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said again in that husky voice. He quickly dragged off his clothes and grabbed a condom, his need to be inside his woman almost impossible now to control.
* * * *
Sophie shook wildly with arousal, her anus squeezing the plug rhythmically even though she tried to hold back her own need. Her skin was still hot from her spanking but even that wasn’t enough to calm her down. Hell, her first spanking hadn’t affected her like this at all. This time she’d been almost embarrassed to realize how much the intimacy of such an act turned her on.
Of course, the bossy men surrounding her had noticed her unintentional lack of remorse and devised an even more devious way to punish her. If all three of them planned to fuck her before letting her orgasm, she might very well find herself begging before this was over.
Her feet hung off the end of the bed and Adrian pushed them wider as he stepped in between them and dragged her back toward him just a little. She felt his cock against her aching pussy and almost pushed back to take him inside her. Thankfully the tight grip on her hips stopped her movement, but she knew she’d been caught out when he laughed softly and called her a brat.
Malcolm moved closer to the bed, his big hand pressing against her upper back until she rested her face and shoulders on the mattress, the position not uncomfortable, but definitely submissive.
Slowly Adrian pushed his cock into her pussy, taking his time to let her body adjust to having both him and the butt plug inside her. When he was fully seated he held still, caressing his hands over her ass and spine as she tried desperately to stay still. Her efforts were rewarded a moment later as he pulled out slowly and slid back in much faster. Again and again he thrust into her, his movements deliberate, controlled, his need tightly leashed.
Just as she thought he might give in to his need and fuck her hard, he pulled away instead. She bit her lip to hold back the whimper, sighing instead when Alex shoved his cock into her. He wasn’t gentle. He fucked her violently, his grip on her hips nearly painful. She was shaking with need, already desperate to come when he, too, moved away.
Malcolm thrust into her then, his hands on her hips tilting her to the perfect height, his cock rubbing over her G-spot with every thrust. Her arousal was about to burst free, only her promise to them not to come without permission holding the explosion at bay.
But Malcolm pulled away, her pussy pulsing pathetically, eager to be filled with cock as her Doms made her wait. She tried to calm down quickly but even when she felt more in control, they still made her wait.
She was shuffling on her knees, subconsciously begging when Alex knelt beside the bed and moved into her line of vision. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”
Sop
hie really wanted to swear at such a stupid fucking question, but she figured that was probably considered more bratty behavior and might make it even longer before they would let her orgasm.
“I’m good, Sir,” she said, aiming for respectful but probably missing it by a whole city block.
He grinned, nodded to someone she couldn’t see and then moved away once more.
She wasn’t even certain who thrust into her but the fucking was fast and furious, her breath panting out of her as she shook all over. She heard Adrian groan, his thrusting losing rhythm as his cock pulsed inside her. But he didn’t stay. He moved away quickly only to be replaced by another hard cock. By the grip on her hips she knew it was Malcolm but he fucked her harder than she’d ever believed possible, his cock ramming into her again and again as he growled out his own orgasm.
Sophie moaned as he pulled away, her own need still unfulfilled.
“Roll over,” Alex said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her onto her back. He lifted her feet close to her ass and pushed her knees wide, exposing her aching pussy to them all. “Tuck your hands under your lower back.” She did as instructed, nearly coming as she realized all three of them admired her displayed body with their eyes. Alex’s cock remained hard and thick but his inclination to fuck her was apparently banked.
“What do you think, little sub? Have you been properly punished?”
She couldn’t help the tear that leaked from her eye as she tried to decide what answer would get her fucked the fastest. Holy hell, she needed to come.
“I think so, Sir, if my Doms agree.”
They all seemed rather pleased by her answer. The relief that wound through her at the thought that she finally might be allowed to come didn’t prepare her for the harsh slap against her newly shaved mons. She closed her legs instinctively, her jerky movement garnering yet another frown. She opened her knees again quickly, fighting the heat that radiated from her clit. She practically screamed with the second hit, the pain blooming outward as she writhed against the mattress.
“Come for us, little sub.”
She almost cried at the order, unable to process the intense pain into something more. Alex smacked her pussy again and again, her body arching off the bed as she fought her natural instinct to get away. Sensation rampaged through every inch of her, the shaking, shivering, convulsive movement uncontrollable.
She didn’t even realize she was coming until she was flipped back onto all fours and a hard cock thrust into her pussy. She screamed as the sensations went on and on and on, Alex’s fucking intensifying her release as her pussy and ass throbbed around his cock and the plug.
She fell forward, her arms no longer able to hold her up, her lower body his to control as he took his own pleasure. He grunted, ramming deep inside her as his orgasm began.
He held her that way, caged between his body and the bed for what seemed like a long time but was probably only a few moments. She gasped for breath, the heat from her orgasm still flowing in her veins, the strange rhythmic pulsating of her muscles forcing her to relive the sensations over and over.
Eventually he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, carefully eased away, and then helped her to roll onto her side. Alex quickly disposed of the condom and then sat beside her on the bed as both Adrian and Malcolm cleaned her up.
Malcolm’s cool washcloth against her heated face did nothing to prepare her for the way Adrian removed the butt plug, his fingers caressing her oversensitive flesh as orgasmic aftershocks worked through her body and her ass muscles squeezed and released.
“Thank you, little sub,” Adrian said with a soft kiss to her bottom. She smiled as he tickled her ass cheek with his tongue but was too exhausted to wriggle away.
Alex leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His fingers touched her face lovingly before he glanced at Malcolm and nodded.
Finally Malcolm lifted her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom.
“Thank you, Sophie,” he said as he turned on the water and carried her in with him. “That was everything I hoped we could share years ago. Thank you for finally accepting me.”
Tears filled her eyes at the true realization of how much she’d hurt this man so many years ago. She hadn’t just rejected his way of life. She’d rejected the man he’d always been. The man she’d married and loved and who hadn’t really changed when he’d started working at Viper’s Dungeon. He’d wanted to take their love to a deeper level and she’d thrown it all back in his face.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered as remorse ran through her once more.
“Hey,” Malcolm said, lifting her chin so that he could see into her eyes. “No more apologies. You accepted responsibility for your past actions when you submitted to your first spanking. And you proved only moments ago how perfect you are for the three of us.”
She gave him a half smile. If she hadn’t been so foolishly frightened five years ago, he wouldn’t be sharing her with two other men. They may even have found this level of pleasure with just the two of them.
“Are you sure you’re okay sharing me with Alex and Adrian?”
“I’m more than okay with it,” he said, still holding her chin so that he could see into her eyes. “Neither of us knows if things would have worked out with just the two of us. We were younger, less experienced. We might have tried a relationship like this only to realize that ménage was more our style.” He laughed softly as her eyes widened. She hadn’t considered that this might be the type of relationship he would choose even under different circumstances. “Alex and Adrian are honorable guys. I trust them with the person most precious to me, and they trust me.” He leaned in to press a breathtaking kiss to her lips, and then smiled at the glazed expression she was certain that she wore. “Baby, it’s obvious that you care for all three of us, so let’s just take things one day at a time and see where it leads.”
She nodded, managing to whisper “okay” as she snuggled against his warm body and held on tight.
Chapter Ten
She was a pathetic mess.
For over three months now she’d rushed home to spend an hour or two with at least one of her men. With them working 5:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. and her working 2:00 a.m. until 3:00 p.m. it didn’t leave very many hours in the day to build such a complicated relationship, so she found herself looking forward to Monday afternoons with increasing desperation.
But it seemed that karma was not on her side this week.
Not only had one of her ovens stopped working but the part the repairman needed was approximately a hundred miles away. She’d managed to muddle through the day’s baking with only one working oven, but it had been hectic and exhausting to still be making bread when people were coming into the store to buy it. Most of her regular customers had been sympathetic, but she couldn’t risk her business by not getting the repairs done today.
No matter how much she wanted to blow it off and rush to be with her men.
“Okay, the good news,” the repairman said as he hung up her phone, “is that the part is on its way.” He gave her a sympathetic smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “The bad news is that delivery is going to cost you a small fortune, it’ll take several hours to install, and there’s a good chance that it won’t last longer than a few months.”
She shrugged. Jackson was a good tradesman, and he’d kept her old ovens running for several years now. She had no reason to believe he was telling her anything but the truth.
“You really should consider investing in new ovens. It’ll end up cheaper in the long run.”
She nodded her head sadly as her plans to reduce her workload by hiring some help flew out the kitchen window. When she’d bought the ovens, she’d known they only had a few years left in them, but it had been the wisest choice at the time. It was silly of her to think that she’d be able to squeeze a few extra years out of them while she went off and found herself a life.
“Thanks, Jackson,” she said with a half smile.
“I’ll crunch some numbers and see what I can come up with.”
Jackson glanced at his watch and then reached for his tool box. “The parts should be here around five. It’s no use having me on the clock when I’ve got nothing to do, so I’ll go grab an early dinner and meet you back here in a couple hours.”
“Thanks, Jackson,” she said gratefully, her mind already turning to the phone call she needed to make. The stupidest part was that the independence she’d worried so much about losing was the reason she was alone right now. She’d called Alex earlier, explained about the oven, and he’d delayed picking her up.
She was certain that her Doms had some devious and deviant plans for tonight—plans she’d really been looking forward to—but instead of rescuing their helpless, pathetic, submissive girlfriend they’d all taken a step back and let her handle things her own way.
Honestly she loved them all the more for it, but sometimes a girl just wanted a white knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet and solve all her problems for her.
Sophie reached for the phone, laughing softly at her own ridiculousness—she’d never liked women who cried and wailed for help so she had no intention of being one of them—and dialed Alex’s cell phone. She was a little surprised when Adrian answered it.
“Hello, beautiful, can I pick you up yet?” he asked eagerly. Sophie smiled. Malcolm and Alex would likely have a fit if they thought Adrian was pressuring her to leave her responsibilities behind, but she knew Adrian always just meant what he said. Hell, maybe now was a good time to ask him to take a look at her business figures. If he could find a way for her to buy new ovens and hire another baker she’d be forever in his debt.
She shivered as thoughts of how she could repay those debts filtered through her mind.
“Sophie,” he asked, his concern leaking through as she failed to answer him in a timely manner.
“Sorry,” she said quickly, embarrassed a little by how her mind wandered lately. Considering that it always seemed to wander straight into thoughts of sex with her men she was very glad there was nobody around to witness her distracted demeanor. “I need to wait for the parts to arrive and then the tradesman will be back to install it in a couple hours. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be ready to go home any time soon.”
