Chapter 29 #3
Her whimper of protest made my cock throb painfully, but I was determined to draw this out. Removing my fingers, I dropped to my knees behind her, replacing my hand with my mouth. The first broad stroke of my tongue against her center had her crying out sharply.
"Oh god!"
Andrei chuckled, tightening his grip slightly as she attempted to push back against my face. "Be still, kroshka. Let Daddy C work."
I lost myself in the taste of her, alternating between teasing her entrance with my tongue and sucking gently on her clit. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, a sure sign she was approaching her peak despite my slower pace.
Just as I felt her teetering on the edge, I pulled back, earning another desperate whimper.
"Colby, please," she begged, using my name instead of my title—a sign of how far gone she was. "Please let me come."
I rose to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I considered her plea. "I don't know. What do you think, gentlemen? Has she earned it?"
"She took her spanking beautifully," Andrei acknowledged.
"And she's been very polite with her begging," Kaleb added with a smirk.
I pretended to consider this, enjoying the way Lottie squirmed with anticipation. "I suppose she has been a good girl since her punishment."
Without warning, I flipped her over, grabbing her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed. Andrei and Kaleb adjusted their positions, now holding her arms gently but firmly above her head as I spread her thighs wide.
"Look at you," I murmured, taking in the sight of her flushed face and dilated pupils. "So beautiful when you're desperate for us."
"Please," she whispered again, the single word containing a universe of need.
I sank to my knees between her spread legs, maintaining eye contact as I lowered my mouth to her core once more.
This time, I held nothing back, using every trick I knew she loved—firm pressure, rhythmic suction, the occasional gentle scrape of teeth that always made her thighs clamp around my ears.
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, her body straining against Andrei and Kaleb's hold as pleasure built within her. I slid two fingers inside her again, curling them forward to hit that spot that always sent her flying over the edge.
"Come for us, little one," I commanded against her flesh. "Come for your Daddies."
The permission was all she needed. Her back arched off the bed as far as Andrei and Kaleb's restraint would allow, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her.
I continued my ministrations, gentling my touch but not stopping completely as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
A second orgasm followed the first, then a third in rapid succession, until she was sobbing with oversensitivity, trying weakly to close her thighs against my relentless mouth.
"No more," she gasped, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Please, Daddy C. I can't take anymore."
Only then did I pull away, pressing one final kiss to her trembling thigh before rising to my feet. Andrei and Kaleb released her arms, both looking as affected as I felt by her display.
"Such a good girl," I praised, my voice rough with desire. "Taking your punishment and then giving us such a beautiful show."
Kaleb disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm washcloth. With gentle movements, he cleaned between her legs, his touch clinical but still loving as she continued to tremble with aftershocks.
"Up we go," Andrei murmured, helping her scoot further onto the bed. "Under the covers now, kroshka. You need rest."
I watched as they tended to her, my heart so full it threatened to burst from my chest. The tenderness they showed, the care—this was everything I'd ever wanted from our relationship. Not just the sex, though God knew that was incredible, but this. The aftermath. The care. The love.
After ensuring Lottie was comfortable, all three of us stripped down to our boxers and climbed in beside her. As was our custom, she ended up in the middle, surrounded on all sides by our protective bodies.
"Thank you," she whispered sleepily, her eyes already drooping from the intensity of her release. "Love you all so much."
"We love you too, baby girl," Kaleb murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Sleep now," Andrei added, his large hand splayed protectively over her hip.
I curled my body around her back, my arm draping over her waist to rest against Andrei's. As her breathing evened out into the rhythm of deep sleep, I caught the eyes of my partners over her head.
No words were needed between us—just shared looks of profound gratitude and love for the woman we held between us.
I was a lucky bastard, indeed. We all were.
Lucky to have found each other in this vast, often cold world. Lucky to have created this safe haven of love and trust. Lucky to have Lottie, who brought light and laughter into our lives in ways we'd never anticipated.
As sleep claimed me, my last conscious thought was a simple one: This. This is what happiness feels like.