Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
S truggling against his grip, she tried to get up but found she was too short.
She couldn’t successfully push herself back up using her hands, and the position she was in meant her toes didn’t even touch the floor.
And then she felt the pain of Eric’s hand connecting with her backside.
It was like a thousand bees all stinging her at once, and it sucked the air straight from her lungs, leaving her gasping and indignant.
But after the sting came a warmth that bloomed across her right arse cheek.
The sensation was not an unpleasant one, but it was short-lived.
Another stinging swat, this time on the left side of her arse made her cry out and renew her struggles.
She swung her arm back in an attempt to cover herself and stop him from spanking her again but all she did was allow him to grab her wrist and pin her arm to her lower back, and earned her another smack.
“Why are we punishing you, Emily?” Eric’s deep voice was like warmed honey.
It wasn’t fair. She wanted to hear that honeyed voice whisper dirty things in her ear, not ask her questions she didn’t want to answer.
She wanted to feel his big hands on her breasts, feel their warmth as he caressed her, not the heat of his stinging palm hitting her backside.
And where was Dane in all of this?
As if she’d summoned him with the thought, Dane suddenly appeared. Crouching down in front of her, he fisted his hand in her hair and lifted her head, and she was struck by how well the sting in her scalp complimented the heat spreading over her arse. How much it heightened her desire.
“Answer the question, baby,” he said, his rich voice making her remember all the naughty things he’d teased her with for months. All the things she knew would be far more pleasurable than being punished.
Tears leaked from her eyes and blurred her vision.
It was too much. Dane in front of her, coaxing her to speak, Eric’s firm hands behind her, one gripping her wrist, the other gently rubbing, soothing the marks he’d already made.
Her brain didn’t know what to focus on. She couldn’t think, so she shook her head and refused to answer.
A soft, dissatisfied sigh sounded above her followed by the jangling sound of a belt buckle and the cool touch of leather against her heated flesh. “Answer the question, Emily. Why are we punishing you?”
She tried to shake her head again but Dane tightened his grip, and then she screamed as the first lick of Eric's belt landed across her arse.
Renewing her attempts to escape her situation, she kicked her legs and tried to throw herself sideways, away from the danger zone.
But all she managed to do was earn another three stripes from the belt.
Dane brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Why are we punishing you, baby? Answer the question.”
Emily’s tears were falling thick and fast, her nose was blocked up and her pussy was soaking wet. How was that even possible? How was being spanked with a leather belt turning her on so fucking much? And why weren’t they touching her?
She wanted them to touch her, she craved it, even as her brain revolted against the idea. It wasn’t normal. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to feel. Everything kept getting more and more jumbled, more and more twisted around inside her.
What was the question again? Hadn’t she already answered it? What was happening to her? What would have happened to her if they hadn’t been at the drag race and taken her away? Is she still in danger? Why?
What did they want her to say?
Eric caressed her arse again, his big hand warm and sure.
“It brings me no pleasure to punish you, kitten,” he said, then slipped his hand between her buttocks and down to her pussy, slid a thick finger through her wetness.
“Answer the question so we can end your punishment. Answer it so we can make you feel all better.”
“Answer the question, baby. Answer it and we’ll stop this,” Dane said, then leaned into her ear again. “Answer the question and I’ll eat your sweet cunt. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, baby.”
That zing of electricity was back, only now it was a throbbing pulse, a steady drumbeat drowning out any shred of rational thought she had left.
Her body was primed and ready to explode, like a precision engine idling before a race.
Just waiting for that igniting spark that would send her into overdrive.
Only that spark was nowhere to be seen. Eric removed his finger and went back to rubbing his palm over her aching backside, and Dane went back to pulling her hair, making it clear there would be no pleasure until she succumbed to the pain.
Until she gave them what they wanted.
“I can’t think,” she cried. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Don’t think,” Eric said, and started spanking her again, a steady rhythm designed to drive her crazy. “You know the answer.”
“Just say it, baby. Say what you feel.”
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
“What is your heart telling you?” Dane said. “Answer the question.”
“Why are we punishing you?”
“Because I gave up!” she screamed, then let her body sag, exhausted, as she sobbed. “I gave up. On you, on us… on me. I gave up.”
The embarrassment of letting her truth spill free warmed her cheeks almost as much as Eric’s spanking had warmed her arse.
And she hadn’t even realised it was her truth until she’d stopped overthinking and simply blurted out the thing she’d been trying to hide from everyone for what felt like forever.
She’d given up on herself. Had let herself succumb to the knowledge that she would never be anything other than David Berringer’s daughter, office girl extraordinaire.
The fact she could sell the shit out of any car put in front of her had somehow escaped her father’s notice, and she wasn’t even sure that was what she wanted to do with her life anymore anyway.
She was twenty-five years old and felt completely lost.
But before she could fall too deep into her despair, Emily found herself being helped up and repositioned in Eric’s lap, her back pressed to his chest and her thick thighs spread wide. Wide enough for Dane to kneel between them.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sniffing back more tears.
“What I promised,” he said gently. “You answered the question, so now I’m going to eat your sweet cunt and make you feel all better.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t think of what else to say, except, “Why?”
“Because we’re not giving up on you, kitten,” Eric said, and swept her hair to one side. “We’re not giving up on us.” Then he nuzzled against her bare throat and licked and nibbled her skin, sent a sensual shiver right through her, down to her very soul.
Tilting her head to one side to allow him better access, Emily gasped when he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, rolled the hard little peaks between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure to make her mind go blank.
Then Dane slid his hands along the length of her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her pussy open, exposing her fully to his gaze.
“How wet is she?” Eric murmured against her neck.
A guttural groan came from between her legs. “Fucking soaked.”
Emily knew she should be embarrassed, knew what they were doing to her was obscene, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, especially when Dane flicked his tongue against her clit and sent her body into erotic overdrive.
The man was relentless. They both were. Touching and teasing and licking and sucking, lavishing attention on every erotic nerve ending she owned.
Her body jolted as more of those electric zings pinballed around inside her, so much so that both Eric and Dane clamped their hands around her limbs to hold her in place for their continued debauchery.
Her brain didn’t know what to focus on. It kept looping, kept spinning, spinning, spinning until she thought she’d go crazy.
The pain in her nipples heightened the pleasure between her thighs.
The lingering soreness and heat in her arse, was soothed by the wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and shoulder.
And those zings. “Oh my God,” she moaned. She was so close to coming. Every nerve in her body felt taut, ready to snap, and so help her if either one of them stopped what they were doing she would never speak to them ever again.
“That’s it, kitten,” Eric murmured against her throat.
“That’s our good girl. Don’t think. Just feel.
” He bit her earlobe, eliciting another needy moan, then sucked the aching flesh between his soft lips.
“Feel our love,” he whispered in her ear.
“Surrender to it. That’s our girl. Such a good girl. ”
Dane chose that exact moment to slide two fingers deep inside her and curled them, applied pressure to just the right spot, then sucked her clit so hard that her orgasm didn’t just manifest, it exploded out of her.
Her back arched, her legs shook, and she screamed like a banshee as she surrendered to her men.
Promised them over and over again to be their good girl, even as the aftershocks of her release slowly wore off and her body stilled, leaving her in a satiated heap.
A moment later, Dane was lifting her off his brother’s lap and carrying her to the bathroom.
The shower wasn’t big enough for all three of them, but soon enough they were all cleaned up and ready for bed.
Emily couldn’t help noticing she was the only one still naked as they crawled under the covers, the brothers insisting on wearing their boxer briefs as they snuggled into her, as always, Eric at her front and Dane at her back, both of them sporting obvious erections.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, brushing her hands over their cocks, revelling in their deep moans. “Please.”
“Not tonight, baby,” Dane said, removing her hand and adjusting himself so his cock nestled between her buttocks.
Emily pouted. “Am I still being punished?”
“No, kitten,” Eric said, then chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We are.”