by Loki Renard
“Oh he is not,” Fiona said blithely. “I’m being nice.”
“You’re being nice now,” Harris said. “But you weren’t being nice earlier today.” He beckoned her over. “Come on now, let’s get this over with.”
Fiona wrinkled her nose. Harris watched her pretty blue and green eyes roaming from him to Tom and him to Tom again.
“Not with him here.”
“You’ve already been spanked in front of him once,” Harris said. “And the way you behave, you’ll probably be spanked in front of him and by him a whole lot more.”
He thoroughly expected to see her throw another tantrum. Instead she smiled, a naughty slow smirk of a smile that spread across her face almost seductively. Clearly she’d already forgotten the sting of the previous spanking. Clearly her mind was elsewhere. Harris took advantage of that fact, crossing the room to lead her to an armchair which sat at right angles to the couch where Tom was sitting.
She laid herself across his lap almost demurely, as if she’d been spanked a thousand times before. There was little resemblance between the young lady over his thighs and the one who had turned whirling dervish earlier that morning. Maybe Tom was a good influence. Or maybe she was just excited by the prospect of being dealt with by the both of them.
“Now,” he said, sliding his hand across her bottom. “About that tantrum you threw this morning. There will be none of that, understand me?”
She wriggled against him, her hips making the rounded curves of her cheeks shimmy alluringly. Harris was a little jealous of the view Tom had, positioned behind her thighs. Fiona liked to kick and flail. She liked to throw her weight around. Tom would probably be treated to a very nice sight once they got going.
“It’s not fair to do it with both of you here,” she pretend-complained. If Fiona had any serious objection, she wouldn’t have whined. She would have acted out a lot more vehemently.
“You threw a tantrum with both of us here,” Harris pointed out. “It’s only fair we both spank you.”
“Both spank me?” Her squeal was breathless, but not exactly full of objection. She sounded a little excited, a little anticipatory.
“That’s right,” Harris said, slapping her bottom. “After I’ve spanked you, you’ll go over Tom’s lap and he’ll give you a dose of the same.”
Fiona giggled. Actually giggled. Harris and Tom exchanged smiles.
“You think this is a joke, huh? After what you pulled earlier today? After getting yourself kicked out of a hotel room?” Harris slapped her bottom with quick, light slaps, nothing too heavy. She deserved a spanking, but it was so nice to see her smiling and relaxed that he really didn’t want to rush into it. “Well, young lady?” He slapped her a little harder. “Are you going to answer me, or giggle?”
He received another giggle in response. It was an infectious sound that made him smile more broadly, in spite of the God awful way she’d behaved. When Fiona was in a good mood, she was incredibly charming and attractive. She could light up a room just as effectively as she could turn it into a war zone.
He gave her a few more light slaps, enjoying the way she moved. There was very little in the way of disciplinary mood, which he knew did not serve her at all. He glanced over at Tom. Tom didn’t look like he’d have any trouble giving her the spanking she deserved.
“You want to try with Miss Giggles here?”
“Sure,” Tom said. “Come here, Fiona.”
Harris helped Fiona off his lap. She extended her hand to Tom, who took it and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to the back before drawing her down over his thighs.
She looked good over another man’s lap. It was one thing to look down at her prone body and touch her soft curves, something completely different to see how she looked with her hips pressed over Tom’s knee, her ample bottom so full and round.
Fiona had a great ass. It had been one of the things he’d first noticed about her. It looked even better displayed over a strong thigh, and wriggling to the beat of the light slaps Tom was giving her. He’d wrapped his arm snugly about her waist and hitched his knee up so the curve of her cheeks was more exaggerated than usual.
Her panties were snug across her cheeks, sheer enough that the hue of her skin could be discerned through the fragile fabric. Harris watched as Tom smoothed his hand over Fiona’s bottom, lingering briefly near the crevice of her thighs before sweeping up again and returning in a slap.
The way Tom was touching Fiona wasn’t inappropriate, but the way she was responding was undeniably sensual. Every time Tom’s palm landed, she would make a little sighing noise and spread her legs for a moment. And every now and then, his fingers would brush past her mound and she would make a grinding motion.
Tom gave her a flurry of smacks, then settled his hand low on her bottom, his fingers pressed right against the slit of her pussy, which was becoming increasingly visible through her panties due to her ongoing lubrication.
Harris was slightly surprised that Tom was taking the sensual route. He had expected something a little more punitive from the man. Even when the slaps got a little harder, she seemed to be enjoying it, moaning to herself as Tom smacked her panty-covered bottom to a bright red.
* * *
Fiona was in heaven as Tom slid a hand beneath her and curled his fingers up to cup her mound. Her bottom tingled, but the majority of her concentration was not on what was happening to her cheeks, but what was happening between her legs.
“Good girls who take their spankings nicely get to feel good,” he drawled in her ear, playing his fingertips across the sensitive bud of her clit. “Does that feel nice?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, biting her lower lip. Tom knew how to use his hands, both to spank and to pleasure. Her wetness was a pressing concern, a yearning that had to be satisfied. She didn’t care that Harris was watching, actually, that added to her excitement. To be the center of attention from two strong men, to spread her thighs and show them both her arousal, it was hotter than Fiona could have ever imagined.
Taboos were shattering like crystal vases, though the only sound was the clapping of Tom’s hand against her cheeks and the soft moans and squeals emitting from her own lips.
If this was discipline, then she loved it. The only problem was, her spanker did not seem inclined to allow her to climax. Every time her hips started moving too urgently, he would move his fingers away and slap her more firmly until the urge to cum subsided.
“Do you like that, hmmm?”
The question was purred into her ear. She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Mhm.”
“I know you do,” Tom said, sliding his fingers over her panty clad mound. “You’re soaked.”
She blushed. His fingers were traveling around her soft folds over top of her panties, making the ridge of her clit strain against the fabric. She couldn’t do anything but arch her hips up and hope he touched her some more.
He didn’t. He moved his hands away from that melting core of her need and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She held her breath as Tom drew them down over her spanked bottom and bared her wet pussy to the world. More specifically, to Harris.
“Come and entertain Miss Fayrefield,” Tom said, laying his hands on her cheeks and spreading them apart so she felt the cool air of the room on the wet folds of her pussy. She was exposed and vulnerable, but so safe between those men.
Harris rose. She heard the slight creak of the chair as he lifted himself over it and crossed over to her. Then she felt the light touch of his hand on her lower back, an almost platonic touch.
“What do you want, Fiona?” Harris murmured the question as his hand drifted lower over her heated cheeks.
What did she want? She wanted her most decadent, debauched fantasies to come true. She wanted to feel Harris inside her, and Tom too. She wanted the lust that had her trapped over Tom’s thighs to be unleashed on both men.
She didn’t care if it wasn’t ladylike, or if the world
said there should be only one man for every woman. Fiona had never cared for the rules that applied to the common folk, she had always taken more than her fair share. Why should her sexual appetites be any different?
She looked over her shoulder, coils of pale hair obscuring her vision and setting Harris’s tall, dark form in a wispy glow. His hand was drifting still lower, lower, lower until his fingers touched her there, in the wet center of her being. Fiona had often been accused of thinking the entire universe revolved around her. At that moment, all creation revolved around the pleasure center between her legs.
Harris’s fingers drifted around her sensitive flesh, massaging with sensual care. Tom’s hands were still on her bottom, but then he slid one up along her back and slipped his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck. She was trapped over his hard thighs, but she didn’t mind that at all, not even when he began slapping her bottom while Harris’s fingertips slid betwixt her lips and into the wet, tight sheath of her pussy.
It was entirely decadent, and she loved every minute of it. Her body tingled all over, her nipples were like hard pebbles in her bra, rubbing against the soft lace with every slap from Tom’s good right hand. She could feel Tom’s arousal against her side, the thick ridge of his erection pressing into her belly.
They were all horny, they all wanted more. The moment held them all in its sway. Fiona heard herself say the words.
“Fuck me.”
Harris pressed his fingers deeper inside her. “Who do you want to fuck you, Fiona?”
“Both of you.”
“Both of us?” Tom’s drawl sounded not at all surprised. “Isn’t that a little greedy?”
“I don’t care.”
There was a chuckle from both men, then the sound of Harris’s zipper. Fiona felt Harris’s bare cock, long and thick and hot to the touch, press against her pussy and then slid back and forth along the wet length of her slit.
It was going to happen. She was going to feel him inside her, he was going to…
The thick, smooth head of his dick probed the entrance of her pussy, then slowly, Harris began to feed himself inside her, the hard swelling of his cock spreading her tight, slick walls with inexorable strength.
Fiona moaned as Tom smoothed his hand through her hair and murmured soft words into her ear. “Good girl,” he said. “Lift that bottom up.”
Fiona almost came there and then. To have sex with one man while being caressed by another, to have four strong hands roaming her body was heaven.
Harris made love with a gentle firmness which soothed her into a state of almost hypnotic arousal. There was no rush to the finish, no fast hard fucking. There was a patient building to a climax. Classic Harris.
He pressed in deeply and rode his hips against her hot, spanked butt. She could feel him stretching her completely, so much that there was not a part of her pussy that was not full of him. When he withdrew, she wanted him back inside with a fervent need that seemed to consume her. All she wanted was to feel his flesh, hard and hot inside. He sank part-way back inside when she whined for him, but held himself with the head of his cock just inside her pussy, teasing her.
“More, please,” she panted.
He sank in a little deeper, not enough to fully satisfy, but enough to give her a little more of what she needed. Tom’s hand was still firmly at the back of her neck, preventing a backward motion that would have allowed her to press herself onto Harris’s cock and take what she wanted.
“Patience, Fiona,” Harris soothed, fucking her with slow, shallow strokes. “You can’t always get exactly what you want when you demand it.”
“Not fair!” She whined the complaint, but it did nothing. If anything, he moved slower, sliding all the way in with a torturous pace that made her toes curl.
Fiona did not climax with Harris inside her, he skilfully kept her on the very edge of the precipice of orgasm, deliberately denying her release until he pulled out and moved around to her mouth, pressing his cock over her tongue as Tom helped her onto the couch on hands and knees then moved behind and took over, sliding into her with one hard stroke that made her cry out around the thick manhood in her mouth. She could taste herself on Harris, a fact that made her pussy spasm all the more, gripping Tom’s cock as Harris fed himself to the very back of her mouth.
Together, Tom and Harris filled her, fucked her, used her body for all it was worth and she loved every moment of it, especially when Tom’s hands clamped hard on her hips and he began thrusting inside her with hard strokes that filled the room with wet slapping sounds.
Unsurprisingly, it was Tom who came first. He rode her like a wild filly needed to be ridden, giving her no quarter, putting her through her paces until she moaned and suckled the bit that was Harris’s cock. Her bodyguard reached down and played with her breasts, lightly tweaking her nipples even as Tom slid his hand around her waist and gave her clit the attention it deserved. There wasn’t a part of her body not cared for, no erogenous zone went unattended. And then Tom came deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled her with his seed. He kept himself hard, giving her something to work herself against as he rubbed her clit and lips with an insistent rhythm that might have been too rough if she were not so aroused.
When he started peppering her pussy with slaps, Fiona gave way to the orgasm that had been building since she first put herself over Harris’s lap. It rushed through her like a tidal wave, blanking out her senses until there was nothing left but the taste of cum in her mouth as Harris succumbed to the temptation of ejaculation and spent himself across her tongue, coating her mouth with his essence.
Her legs were trembling and she could barely hold herself up anymore, but she didn’t have to. Somewhere in the aftermath she was lifted, kissed, cuddled and taken to bed to sleep between the two men who had brought her more bliss in one afternoon than she’d experienced in her entire life up to that point.
Chapter Nine
It wasn’t long before Fiona was fast asleep, worn out by sex and fits of temper. It had been a very long day for the heiress, one that started with being put in a closet, then went on to being mugged, spanked, thrown out of a hotel room and finally taken by two men at once. Tom did not miss the fact that she was sleeping with a contented, almost beatific smile on her face, as if that was the sort of day she’d like to have every day. He had to give it to her, she might be a spoiled brat, but she was brave and headstrong too. With a little bit of discipline, she might turn out to be quite a lady.
Harris was still awake, but he was looking decidedly worse for wear. His eyes were open, but only just. He was flat on his back next to Fiona, a sheet covering his body from the waist down. Neither of the men had cared about being naked around one another. A stint in the military took care of any squeamish issues around nudity, as did the post orgasmic glow of a threesome done oh so right.
“You sleep with her,” Tom said. “I’ll go get a coffee and keep watch.”
“Thanks,” Harris yawned. “Appreciate it.” He rolled over and cast an arm about Fiona’s waist. She woke a little, snuggled back into his body, and sighed contentedly in her dreams.
Tom was tired, but not as worn out as Harris had to be after two straight weeks of having Fiona on his case. He decided they’d take turns sleeping in shifts until it became clear that they weren’t actually being followed. Tom was certainly not going to risk being caught sleeping by anyone Lord Fayrefield might send after them.
Doing his best to stay awake, Tom settled into an arm chair and sipped coffee. A lot of men would have been internally high fiving themselves after a threesome with a beautiful young woman, but Tom was a bit more pensive than that. It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone really. There had been a wife once, but she’d left when the tours of duty got too long and her bed got too cold.
For the past decade or so, Tom had been a free spirit. He’d had trysts and dates here and there, but nothing serious. Nobody who made his he
art swell while at the same time his palm itch the way Fiona did. Tom had the uncomfortable feeling that he was starting to get into some trouble himself, and not the easily fixed kind either.
“Hey.”
He looked up to see Fiona coming toward him wearing nothing but panties and a long t-shirt. He didn’t know she owned such a simple outfit. She’d cleaned off her makeup and looked almost a different woman, but no less beautiful for it. It turned out underneath that foundation, she had a light smattering of freckles that covered her nose and upper cheeks. Cute.
“What are you doing up?”
She shrugged and wandered over to him. “I had to pee.”
Tom extended an arm and she sank down next to him sleepily, laying her head against his shoulder. Fiona trusted easily. She’d known him for less than a day, but she’d already opened her body to him. Some might have judged her for that, but Tom had the feeling he’d only gotten as far with her as he had because she trusted Harris and because she’d never really been romantically hurt by a man before. She didn’t have that suspicious guard up that a lot of women quite rightly had. It made her vulnerable, and it made him all the more determined to keep her safe.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked the question innocently, turning her eyes up to him.
“I was just thinking that you’re beautiful,” Tom drawled down at her, dropping a kiss on her nose.
She smiled, pleased.
“You’re pretty hot yourself.”
“Why thank you, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? You’re going to ma’am me now?”
“Did you prefer missy?”
“Naw,” she faux-drawled. “I preferred varmint.”
“Good, because I don’t think that’s ever going to change.” He kissed her again, this time on the lips. God, she felt so good in his arms, so naturally his. But she wasn’t his. She was Harris’s too.
She snuggled in against him and closed her eyes, prompting a tut tut from Tom.
