CHAPTER 14
When I walk into the primary bedroom behind Leo who heads straight to the bathroom, the first thing I see is Fleur sitting at the end of the bed. I’m glad we had the room redone while we’ve been staying at Fleur’s house because now it’s ready for her to be here. She doesn’t know it yet, but she won’t be leaving again.
The anger I felt earlier when I was woken up to find Fleur gone has lessened, but it’s not gone completely. Part of me, the part of me always up for a little mischief, appreciated her actions. Still, she put herself in unnecessary danger instead of asking me if I would take her out. I would have done it, and she probably wouldn’t have even needed to pout to get me to agree.
“Well, don’t you look pretty.” Fleur looks at me when I speak, and I can see the regret in her eyes. It seems Rocco has been busy because Fleur is wearing a corset that I can’t imagine is comfortable to sit in. But there she is. As I take in the way the corset pushes up her tits, I growl, “And sexy.”
She flashes me a small smile before looking at Leo as he walks back into the room. He’s wet from the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. As she looks at him, worry filters back into her expression.
“You made a bad choice today, Fleur,” Leo’s voice is deep with an edge of darkness to it that would make me shiver if I didn’t know that only pleasure for our woman will come from it.
“I know,” she whispers and lowers her eyes to where her fingers are twisting together.
Rocco shifts in the chair he’s sitting in across the room as Leo steps closer to Fleur and drops his towel. Knowing what’s coming, I start getting undressed and then our youngest brother is standing and doing the same. The way Fleur’s eyes bounce between us would be comical if the tension in the room wasn’t so high.
“I’m sorry.” I can hear the remorse in her words. “I won’t offer excuses. It was a stupid thing to do when I should have trusted you to take me where I wanted to go.”
“One good thing did come of it,” I offer as an olive branch causing Fleur’s eyes to snap to mine. “The man sending you gifts brought himself into the light and we got some answers.”
Fleur’s eyes slide closed, and I swear I see relief wash over her face. “I can’t believe it was Henri.” She bites her lip. “He seemed nice.”
Leo scoffs and Fleur shrugs one delicate shoulder. “He admitted he bought you and in doing so was brought into an elaborate game. He was told you would play hard to get and he would have to take what he bought,” Leo’s voice is strained as he gives her some of the details we found out.
He’ll probably never tell her that Martinez was behind everything, but we know, and we’ll make sure Dante as well as the DSMC knows as well. Martinez might still be hiding in the shadows, but he’ll make his presence known at some point. When he does, we’ll be waiting for him.
Not only has he gone after Viola, which must be answered for, but then he tried to go after Fleur. I hate to think about what could have happened if Viola hadn’t made a comment about Club Sin which was the catalyst for us getting out of our own way and doing what we should have done a long time ago—claim our woman.
“That’s,” Fleur takes a deep breath and shakes her head as she looks at us, “I’m not even sure what to say.” She swallows hard. “Thank you for protecting me. For being there when I needed you to be there and not leaving me alone when I made the wrong choice.”
Leo cups her cheek. “We will always protect you, Tesoro. Always.”
She nods, her eyes becoming intense in a way I haven’t seen before. She looks from Leo to Rocco and then to me. “I want you to know that I love you. You have made my life richer. I was lonely and I loved the three of you from afar for a long time. I didn’t think you saw me as anything more than Viola’s friend or a club princess. I didn’t know you saw me.”
Rocco’s voice is thick with emotion. “I’ve always seen you, Fleur.” His eyes soften and his voice gentles, “I love you.”
“I love you, Fleur,” my voice cracks slightly, but I can’t find it in me to care.
When Fleur’s eyes meet Leo’s eyes again, he murmurs softly, “I love you. Always.” He straightens his back and smirks. “But right now, we’re going to fuck you like we don’t because you need to be punished for what you did tonight and never make the same mistake again.”
I swear I see the corner of Fleur’s mouth twitch, but it’s fast and I can’t be sure. Leo grips her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. He pulls her so she’s standing in front of him and with her up I can see she isn’t wearing panties. My hand drops down and starts to stroke my cock with the need to find a little bit of relief.
“All dressed up,” Leo murmurs softly while his hands run down over the black corset our woman has on.
Her breathing starts to pick up, but it can’t be easy to get a full breath considering how tight the corset is on her. I never knew seeing a woman all dressed up would do something so profound for me, but she’s like the perfect present.
The next time we put her in a corset, I want to be the one to do the laces. I saw the look on Leo and Rocco’s face in Room Eight, there was something about the ritual of it that spoke to them. I want in on it.
Leo roughly turns our woman and presses between her shoulder blades until she’s bent over the end of the bed, her round ass on display and little whimpers coming from her mouth. “Fucking perfect,” he rasps.
She gets no warning when his hand comes down hard on her ass. The yelp she lets out might as well be a symphony. He rains spankings down on her until I can see her arousal glistening on her pussy lips and her ass is a nice shade of pink, bordering on red.
Without giving her a chance to brace, he grips her hips and plunges inside of her. The groan he lets out is primal and answered by the wanton moan coming from our woman. He fucks her hard and fast, not letting up. It’s punishing and exactly what he promised.
I can’t tear my eyes away from where they’re joined. It’s fascinating to watch the way her body opens for him and accepts him.
“Fuck, Leo,” she pants. “Please.”
He reaches around her body and even though I can’t see it, I know he’s rubbing her clit from the way she jolts in his hands. “Don’t come,” he commands, and she makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat.
Her entire body is vibrating as he thrusts into her a few more times and plants himself deep inside, his head falling back on his shoulders as he roars through his release. Fleur buries her head in the bedding and shakes her head, her body strung tight by not being given what it wants.
I know the sounds our woman makes when she comes, and she definitely did not come.
When Leo pulls himself free of Fleur, I watch in fascination as his cum and her arousal start to slide out of her pussy. She’s red and puffy, looking thoroughly fucked. But we’re not done.
I look at Rocco and give him a chin lift that has him flashing a feral grin. When he steps up to Fleur, his hands softly run over the cheeks of her ass. The way she stills when I know her body is telling her to try and get away from him has my need for her growing. I’m not normally one for delayed gratification, but it feels right in this moment.
I’m the one she fucked until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and then used the opening to slip away from us. It’s only fair that I’m the one who goes last in punishing her tonight. And the one who will finally let her come.
Rocco doesn’t spank our woman’s ass and focuses on where her thighs and cheeks meet which I know will make it harder for her to sit tomorrow. When Fleur’s head is thrashing back and forth as she tries to pull away from him, Rocco’s arms drop to his sides.
He stares down at our woman, his chest heaving, taking in the sight in front of him. When he reaches for her hips, he doesn’t slam inside of her but flips her onto her back. I can see the tears in her eyes as she stares up at him, but she doesn’t protest or tell us it’s too much.
“I’m sorry,” her words sound like a sob, but I know she needs this as much as we do.
“I know, Tesoro,” Rocco’s voice is soft as he pulls her legs up until they’re resting against his chest, both of her ankles together and pointed over one of his shoulders.
When he slams inside of her, the position he’s put her in has his body making contact with the same area he was just spanking. She cries out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure and just as beautiful as all her other sounds.
“Are you going to let me come?” Fleur’s question is innocent and full of trepidation as Rocco pounds into her.
He grunts and she must see the answer in his eyes because she relaxes and closes her eyes with a frown on her pretty lips. He is just as relentless as Leo was, his thrusts hard and fast. She moans and wiggles her hips in the attempt to fall over the edge, but when Rocco’s grip tightens around her ankles, I know it won’t be enough.
Rocco tugs the cups of the corset down roughly, exposing her tits to us and I watch them bounce with fascination. Her hands grip the bedding beneath her as he slams into her harder with every stroke.
When he reaches for her tits and pinches one of her nipples and then the other, her mouth forms an ‘o’ and her eyes pop open. “Don’t,” he warns, and she lets out a whimper.
He slams home inside of her and lets out a growl from the back of his throat as she writhes, trying to find some sort of relief for the fire burning inside of her. Her panting breaths only make her tits look more inviting.
When Rocco pulls out of her, she’s messy as fuck as he gently lowers her legs and takes a step back. I can’t pull my eyes away from our woman. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can see how tightly she’s wound.
She needs to come. She needs me.
When her eyes snap to mine, she whimpers, “Please, Gio.”
I nod slowly and when I reach her, I help her stand up. I can see the hope in her eyes that this time, with me, she’ll get what she wants. I smile at her and the way her expression turns wary tells me my smile isn’t kind—it’s teetering between feral and unhinged.
Which is just how she makes me feel. No one else has ever made me feel the way she does.
“You used me,” I accuse. She licks her lips and nods before casting her eyes away from me. I pull her a few steps away from the bed and start to circle her body, my fingertips against her skin in random places making her shiver. “Don’t ever do something like that again.”
She nods and whispers, “I’m sorry.”
It’s not a promise and I’m sure I’m not the only one who notices. When I circle around her back, my hand glides over her ass to find her skin warm to the touch and still red from being spanked. I squeeze the globes of her ass and she goes up on her tiptoes in the attempt to get away from me.
I focus on the laces of her corset and loosen them until I’m able to slide the garment to the floor. My attention is focused on her back as she takes a few deep breaths now that she’s able to. I step away from her without a word and lay down on the bed.
When she looks over her shoulder to find me, I can see the questions in her eyes. I hold my hand out for her and command, “Come and ride me, Tesoro.”
Fleur looks down and nods slowly before closing the distance between us, taking my hand, and straddling my hips. She grips the base of my cock and I hiss at the contact. My cock is begging for relief and from the way the walls of Fleur’s pussy ripple around me as she slides down my length, I’m not the only one desperate to get off.
Her movements are slow and hesitant at first, but I grip her hips and force her to move faster. I buck my hips to meet her when she comes down and it doesn’t take long before I feel my balls draw up with my orgasm right on the horizon. From the way our woman is moaning and rotating her hips, I know she’s right there with me.
When we’re both on the edge, I grip her hips tighter and stop her movements when she’s full of my cock. She tries to rotate her hips to give herself the last bit of friction she needs against her clit, but I don’t allow her to move.
The frustrated sound she lets out is fucking adorable and I can’t help but chuckle. “Gio,” she breathes, “please. I need to come. I need it. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.”
“I love it when you beg,” I grit out through my teeth. I use my hold on her to start moving her up and down my shaft again when I feel like I’m no longer right on the edge. Her head falls back, and she starts to ramble nonsense with pleasure filled moans. “What a perfect toy,” I taunt her a little and she moans louder in response.
When her hands come up and cup her tits, twisting and pinching her nipples between her fingers, I know she’s trying to get herself over the edge. We’re back there together, almost. So close.
I hold her down against my hips as her walls start to squeeze me and her head snaps forward. The glare she levels me with is almost comical. I can tell she wants to yell at me, but she’s holding herself back because this is her punishment.
“No,” I bark, and her eyes fill with needy tears.
I swiftly roll her on her back, hook my arm underneath one of her knees and hold her open as I hammer into her. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in as she arches her back. The way she’s exposed her neck to me can’t be ignored and I bite and lick up the column of her throat.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” I grunt, “and you’re going to soak my cock and the bed.”
“Oh fuck,” she groans, “Gio. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Her apologies become a prayer carried on the wind. It’s a beautiful sound that starts to get lost underneath the pounding of my heart and the roar of the blood in my veins.
I go harder and faster, pushing us forcefully to the place where our pleasure will explode. I grip the hair at the nape of her neck and force her to tilt her head enough to look at me. Our eyes lock before I slam my mouth down on hers.
“Come,” I command against her lips.
She screams and thunder comes from the depths of my soul as she milks my cock for my cum and I’m powerless against her need, her silent command. It feels like our orgasm goes on forever, tilting and twisting, growing and tumbling.
When I open my eyes, our mouths are barely touching, and Fleur’s eyes flutter closed just as her breathing evens out. I can’t help but smirk down at our woman as I pull out of her gently. When I roll onto my back, Leo is there with a cloth to clean her up before he slides into bed.
Fleur curls into his side and contentment washes over me.
All the threats to our families might not be handled, but Martinez won’t be able to hide from us forever. What matters right now is we have our woman, she’s safe, and she loves us.
The future is ahead of us, and we’ll make the most of it. And if we get to dress her up in pretty things from time to time, all the better.
She’s ours and we’re not letting her go.