Chapter 59
How to Train Your Brat
Olivia
Rhys grabs my ankle and slides me down the bed before grabbing my hips and throwing me onto my stomach.
Oh shit. He’s not fucking around.
With another tug, he has me bent over the side of the bed with my bare ass in the air facing where Alex and Theo are standing.
I have to bite back a moan as my body lights up to being manhandled. Although judging from the two male groans from behind, the guys easily see my reaction as my pussy clenches and leaks arousal.
“You’re a wet fucking dream, baby,” Theo says, a slight growl in his voice. “All bent over and ready to be fucked. So fucking gorgeous.”
Alex makes a noise of agreement.
I preen at his praise. While I’m sure the men I was with before found me attractive enough, none of them made me feel as desirable as the three men I’ve fallen for. It’s a heady feeling, one I hope I never stop having.
Calloused hands slide across my ass cheeks, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. “Keep those hands on the bed. Every time they move is one extra spank and an edged orgasm. Understand?” Rhys’s voice is rough and thick with lust.
“What do I do if I just want the extra spanks?” I ask cheekily as I wiggle my ass against his hands.
“You can ask. Doesn’t mean I’ll give them to you, especially with how much of a brat you’re being. In fact, I might just edge you instead.”
I can’t help but pout at his threat.
Without warning, his hand claps down on my right ass cheek. The sound echoes around the room as stinging pain erupts across my flesh. I suck in a sharp breath and my eyes widen. Oh shit. This isn’t the light taps I’ve received in the past.
Rhys means business.
The thought sends a sick thrill of pleasure straight to my pussy, my arousal only heightened by the pain which has settled into a dull, throbbing heat. Rhys smooths his hand over the cheek he just spanked, the roughness of his skin only adding to the sensation that has me shuddering.
As quick as a viper, he strikes my other cheek, firing more tendrils of warmth and pain straight to my clit.
But unlike with the last spank, he doesn’t pause.
He simply slaps my right cheek, lower this time and with just as much force before returning to the left.
Over and over, he alternates between them, even dipping to get the top of my thighs until my flesh is buzzing with fire.
I bury my face into the bedsheets, muffling my strangled moans and whimpers as my hands grip the fabric. My clit throbs in time with my racing heartbeat and I’m so turned on that my arousal is coating the inside of my thighs.
I’m not sure how many times Rhys spanks me before he finally stops to stroke his hands over my abused flesh. My skin is so sensitive that I whimper and jolt against his palms.
“Colour?” he asks hoarsely.
I do a quick check of myself before answering. “Green, sir.” The bedding muffles my breathy voice.
“Good girl.” His hands disappear from my flesh. “What do you think? She reddens so beautifully, don’t you think?” I can hear the male satisfaction in his voice.
A new set of hands caress my ass, these smoother than Rhys’s. Theo’s?
“She looks so pretty. I wish we could take a picture,” Theo says, confirming my assumption. He moves his hands until they’re gripping my cheeks before pulling them apart, exposing my soaked core to the cool air. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Did you enjoy Rhys spanking this bratty ass?”
All I can do is moan and nod.
He chuckles just as a second set of hands—big hands that can only be Alex’s—skim up the inside of my thighs to my clit. Finger brush against it, causing pleasure to bolt through me. I gasp and arch into the touch as my stomach tightens and my pussy clenches.
Holy shit. I’m way closer to orgasm than I should be considering I’ve only been spanked.
“Careful,” Rhys warns. “I don’t want her coming just yet. The brat still owes me a couple of edged orgasms.”
Fuuuck. Why does my twisted body like that idea?
You’d think I’d hate being edged, but it only turns me on more. To where I’m not sure if I should beg to come, or beg to keep being edged.
Not that it matters since Rhys will do whatever the fuck he wants, regardless of what I beg for.
Within my limits, obviously. But the knowledge that I can just sit back and let this man do what he wants without fear of him hurting me is freeing in a way I’ve never experienced before. I can just relax and enjoy the ride.
“You want some help with that edging?” Alex asks as his fingers brush against my clit, causing another wave of pleasure that has me moaning.
“Of course,” Rhys replies with a dark chuckle. “Feel free to do what you want and move her however you like.”
Alex hums in contemplation before plunging two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion, my pussy struggling to stretch around him even as my hips buck, demanding more. Those thick fingers easily find my gspot and press down with each stroke while his thumb circles my clit.
Pressure builds inside me with each caress, shoving me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant into the bedsheets, my voice progressively getting higher and higher until I can barely speak. My body locks up, my orgasm so close that my stomach tenses in preparation.
Until Alex rips his hand away, leaving me empty.
“Alex,” I whine, unable to stop myself even though I knew it was coming.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. Bastard. “Boss’s orders.” He leans closer, his breath ghosting over my neck. “And payback’s a bitch.”
Payback? For wha—Oh no. Is he getting me back for teasing him while he was tied up all those weeks ago? My eyes widen.
“Wait, Alex—”
“That’s one,” Theo interrupts with wicked glee, cutting me off before I can ask Alex to be reasonable. He’s still holding my ass cheeks apart, giving the entire room an unrestricted view of my desperate pussy clenching on air. “How many were you planning on giving her?”
“Hmm, at least three,” Rhys says. “Maybe more, depending on how much she begs.”
Shit. I’m just about ready to beg now.
Theo’s hands release my ass cheeks to grab my hips before easily shoving me up and onto the bed. “Stay on your knees,” he orders as he pushes between my shoulder blades until my chest presses against the bed. “Spread your legs.”
I scramble to do as I’m told, my skin hot and tight, and my clit throbbing with a need to come.
Theo’s hands skim down over my hips, ass and to my upper thighs, his touch sending tendrils of pain and pleasure straight to my core.
With his thumbs, he parts my labia, causing cold air to brush against my swollen, sensitive pussy.
“So fucking wet and needy for us, aren’t you, princess?” he taunts, hot breath fanning across sensitive flesh seconds before his tongue runs from the bottom of my pussy to the top.
A long moan tears from my throat as euphoria sears my nerve endings and my hips buck against his tongue. Theo echoes my moan with a growl that vibrates against my clit, leaving me panting and writhing in his grasp.
“You taste fucking divine, baby,” he groans before diving back in, lapping at my pulsing clit with pure abandon.
“Oh, fuck. Theo,” I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good. I’m going to edge this perfect pussy and then Alex is going to fill it and fuck it with that monster cock of his.”
God, Theo and his dirty mouth…
The edged orgasm from earlier rears its head with a vengeance, stealing my breath.
Delicious pressure builds in my core, and my lower stomach clenches as each swipe of Theo’s hot, wet tongue shoves me closer to release.
Whimpered pleas and whines spill from me and into the bedsheets as I grind my cunt against his face.
And then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
A strangled cry escapes my lips. I’m right on the edge, my orgasm so close I can almost taste it.
But just like with Alex, Theo rips his mouth from my pussy, and my release slips through my fingers like sand, leaving me panting and trembling on the bed.
“That’s two,” Theo says, sounding far too cheerful.
Asshole.
“Alright. I’m taking her mouth, her pussy is all yours, Alex.” The bed dips in front of me and I lift my head to see Theo knee walking onto the bed towards me.
It’s then that I realise that everyone aside from Rhys is naked. I blink, Theo’s hard cock taking up most of my view as he moves right up to my face. A bead of pre-cum drips from the head, and without thinking, I dart up to take him into my mouth, humming at the salty tang on my tongue.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans as he grabs the back of my head, fingers digging into my hair to gently tug it. “I didn’t realise you were so hungry for cock.”
“Such a greedy girl,” Rhys says from the foot of the bed, sounding so pleased that it sends a warm thrill of pleasure down my spine. “Remember to tap his thigh if you need to.”
Theo’s grip tightens on my hair. “Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck this throat and I won’t be gentle. Understand, baby?”
I hum eagerly around the head of his cock and nod as much as I’m able.
Only then does he push his hips forward, sliding several inches of his cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
I gag and force myself to relax around him as tears sting my eyes.
Theo slides back, giving me a chance to breathe before thrusting inside again, using my mouth.
As I struggle with my gag reflex, Alex’s fingers brush against my hot, wet centre and chuckles darkly.
“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart,” he says as he shoves two fingers inside, causing me to stutter out a moan around Theo’s length.
“Are you enjoying getting your throat fucked by Theo’s dick? ”