XXII
Hazel Winters
A tlas sends Theo a loaded smirk and I frown before shrieking as he picks me up from the chair with one arm and carries me over to his desk chair. He sits down and positions me so my front is on his thighs, and I have to lift my head to see anything.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yell at him.
"And that's another five for swearing,” Atlas chuckles as he brushes some hair from my face. I flinch as he places his hand on my ass, rubbing it through my black jeans.
"I'm going to spank you five times for trying to move out, five for raising your voice and being a brat, and five for swearing. I want you to count them and take it like a good girl," he says in my ear, and I flop my head down in defeat.
I find myself whimpering at the loss of contact when he takes his hand away, causing some low laughs in the room. Air rushes to my skin as I feel Atlas tug my trousers down so my ass cheeks are exposed.
Fuck, this is embarrassing. And insanely hot.
Confusion plagues me as I try to understand how this turns me on despite my past.
It must be different with them.
Shock runs through my body when his hand comes into contact with my skin, slapping it hard, and causing wetness to run into my underwear. I take a deep breath as he rubs the sting away.
"Count, Spitfire," I hear Dawson's voice in the background.
"O-one," I stutter. He sends his hand down again and I flinch at the pain.
Fuck.
"Two."
He lands three in quick succession, and I count them as the stinging radiates through my body and my core tightens. Atlas bends forward slightly, his mouth near my lips.
"Did you enjoy being fingered by Theo, Principessa?" He whispers in my ear, setting my skin on fire.
"H-how did you know?"
"It's all over his face," he whispers and I look behind me to Theo, who is in the same position as before with a massive smirk on his face. I roll my eyes but let out a moan when Atlas lands another slap on my ass.
By the time he reaches number fifteen, I am a quivering mess. My panties are soaked, and my face is a deep red. Tears are streaming down my face and onto his suit trousers.
After the last blow, his hand snakes down in between my legs and I flinch. He brushes his fingers against my panties, letting out a growl when he feels how wet they are.
"Looks like our Principessa enjoyed being spanked, boys," he smirks at the others, and they laugh as my face turns darker with embarrassment. His Italian accent is especially thick right now, giving away how turned on he is. That and the lump in his trousers, poking at my ribs.
He rubs my clit through my panties and I moan loudly, feeling the pleasure throughout my body.
I whimper as he suddenly pulls his hands away and sits me on his lap, so I am straddling him.
"Now, Principessa, I want you to go back to work and every time you move you will be reminded that you are ours and this is what happens when you defy us," he says before planting a short kiss on my lips, "if you behave, we'll look after you tonight."
I blink at him in shock before he pushes me off him gently and pulls up my trousers. The material comes into contact with my flaming skin, making me bite my lip to stifle a pained groan.
They all keep saying I’m theirs.
When did this happen?
I start to walk away, faltering slightly at the uncomfortable movement. Theo grabs my hand and places a kiss on it as I walk past. Dawson kisses my forehead and Andros kisses just behind my ear.
I head down to the staff bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
My face is tear-stained, and my hair is messy. I brush my hands through it in an attempt to tame it as I wait for the blushing to leave my face.
Fuck. There's no going back now.
Starting my shift, I sense the discomfort immediately. Every time I move, I'm reminded of what happened in Atlas's office.
Bending down to get glasses from under the bar has turned into a real task. The fabric of my trousers brush against my raw skin every time I stretch to move.
To make matters worse, the bar is extremely busy, so I don't have a second to rest. I'm midway entering a customer's order into the till when I hear a voice call out to me.
"How are you feeling, Spitfire?"
I turn around and glare at Dawson, only for my eyes to widen when I see all four of them sat on barstools. I roll my eyes at their smug grins as I offer a card machine to the customer I was serving. They pay and I hand them their drink as they stumble off drunk.
Turning to my four bosses, I scowl at them as I cross my arms.
"What do you want?" I ask them, my voice low but rough.
"That's not a very nice greeting, Angel," Andros teases.
"Do we need to remind you who you belong to, Darling?" Theo asks with hunger in his eyes. I blush.
"No," I shake my head, answering far too quickly. They laugh and I glare at them again.
"Are you going to offer us a drink then, Principessa?" Atlas asks as he runs a hand through his black messy hair.
"Sure, do you want your usuals?" I ask them, turning my customer service voice on.
"Nah, just get us four bourbons on the rocks" Theo says.
I reach down to grab four whiskey glasses and wince as my skin pulls.
Ouch.
"You okay, Angel?" Andros asks, peering over the bar at me.
"Fine," I say through gritted teeth and stand up again with the glasses, only to be greeted by four smirks.
I ignore them and pour the drinks, pushing towards each one. They take a sip, keeping their eyes on me and I blush under their intense gaze.
Averting my eyes, I start to serve the next customer, only to feel a tap on my shoulder from another bartender, telling me they're covering the rest of my shift. I look at him in confusion.
Wait a second...
I turn round and scowl at the four men at my bar only to see they have disappeared. Nodding to the bartender, too tired to argue that I need the money, I walk into the locker room and grab my stuff, only for it to be grabbed out of my hand by Atlas.
"Come on," he tilts his head to gesture towards the door.
"Wh-" I'm interrupted by Theo grabbing my legs and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal at the sudden impact of my chest against his back. The pain in my ribs pangs, but I ignore it.
"What the hell is happening?" I ask, breathless from Theo's big strides making me bounce against his back.
"We promised you some aftercare, no?" Atlas asks and I push my head up in confusion to look at him. I look behind him to see where Dawson and Andros are.
"They'll meet us at home," he says as if reading my mind. I let my head flop down again until I am placed in Atlas's car.
Atlas laughs at me as I shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat. He keeps one hand on the wheel whilst his other finds my thigh. He rests his heavy hand on it, comforting me slightly but not alleviating the pain I feel.
As soon as we reach the house, Theo is quick to open my door and pick me up bridal style. I wince as his hand shuffles to below my ass, careful not to touch it. He follows Atlas up the stairs to my room.
My room?
Placing me down on my feet, the two of them walk into the bathroom and I follow them, only to have the wind knocked out of me at the sight.
Andros is running a bubble bath that smells like honey and camomile, whilst Dawson is arranging one of his t-shirts on the bathroom counter. I smile at the sight as Atlas grabs a towel and rests it on one of the ‘his and hers’ sinks.
"Hey," Theo says softly and I turn to him from our positions in the doorway.
"Hey," I say softly back, smiling at the gentle look in his eyes.
"Can I undress you?" He asks and I falter slightly.
He's going to see my scars. Shit.
"Um...," I start, trying to think of a way out of this. He's going to see them eventually so I might as well just get it over with now. I nod shyly and he takes a step to me, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.
Closing my eyes, I wait for him to start shouting as his hand reaches across my back for my bra and pauses.
He notices my tension at his hand meeting the scars and turns me around gently, before tracing some of them with his fingertips. I keep my eyes closed in apprehension but let out a deep breath when he places a soft kiss on my shoulder.
"Why are you not yelling?" I ask him in a whisper, opening one eye in shock.
"Everyone has their scars, Darling," he whispers against my skin, pulling my bra off my body and unbuttoning my trousers, “One day you’ll tell me about them. When you’re ready.”
He kneels down behind me and pulls the trousers down, placing kisses on each of my ass cheeks. I wince at the contact but feel wetness pool between my thighs as he kisses my bare, intimate skin.
He slides my underwear off and I get goosebumps from how exposed I feel. Standing up, he turns me around and grabs my face, kissing me passionately.
All of the words we can't communicate are channelled into that kiss. I feel myself grow an eternal connection to him as he kisses away my pain, hungry for more.
When he finally releases me, I struggle to catch my breath.
Atlas steps forward and guides me into the bath. I look around them all apprehensive but am comforted by their genuine smiles.
Stepping into the warm bubbles and slowly easing myself in, I wince as the water collides with my raw skin. I close my eyes and I lean back, only to hear clothes hitting the floor and my shoulders being pushed forward slowly.
A large body fills the gap behind me and settles me between their legs. I lean back against them and open my eyes to see Dawson looking down at me. He glides his large hands down my arms and back up, sending shivers down my body.
I look to my right to see Andros knelt by the bathtub with a shower gel and loofah in his hand. Scanning the rest of the room, I frown when I see Theo and Atlas have disappeared.
Andros redirects my attention by starting to clean my skin with the gel. I let out a soft moan as I feel myself fully relax against Dawson, letting all my cares float away.
"Good girl," Dawson mutters, resting his lips against my head.
We lay there for ages, enjoying each other's company until the bath water begins to get cold. Andros takes his time rubbing lavender shower gel into my skin, massaging every inch of my body as he does.
When it’s finally time to get out, Andros helps me. He wraps a towel around me whilst Dawson wraps one around himself.
I walk out to my room where I see Atlas and Theo sitting on my bed waiting. Their eyes roam my body, and I stand there sheepishly, not sure what to do next. When they meet my eyes with hunger swirling in theirs, I start to drop my towel, only for Atlas to leap up and stop me.
"Don't even think about it or you'll be needing aftercare all over again," he warns and I feel myself blush again.
"Lie on your front," he instructs and I climb onto the bed, keeping myself covered.
He disappears before coming back with a tube in his hand.
"He's going to apply some soothing cream now, Darling," Theo says as he strokes my hair. I nod and rest my chin on my crossed arms.
Atlas unwraps my towel and I hear him suck in a breath when he sees the scars on my back. In the corner of my eye, Theo sends him a look, silencing Atlas from the questions he definitely has about how I got the scars.
Theo begins applying the cream to my ass and I wince initially before relaxing as the warm balm soothes its way into my skin. He lathers it on generously before tapping me to stand up.
I watch the four of them as I stand up fully on show. Hunger spreads across their dark eyes and I can tell they are holding themselves back.
"Here, Spitfire," Dawson holds out one of his t-shirts and I put it over my head. It drowns me but, luckily, doesn't touch my ass. He moves to kiss me but is interrupted by Atlas suddenly throwing me over his shoulders.
An unstoppable laugh escapes me when I see Dawson’s scorned face as Atlas walks away with me over his shoulder.
"You're sleeping with me tonight, Principessa," he says and I can practically hear the smirk on his face.