Chapter 49 Violet
VIOLET
I shiver, the intensity behind it not lost on me at all. I look at all three of them, my heart racing.
Rhett steps up, chin lifted as he looks at me.
“Turn over,” he says. “Get on your elbows and knees.”
I swallow hard. There’s a command in his voice now, and I like that a lot. So I do as he says, pushing myself up and rolling over so I can get into position. I can feel their eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body, and for once I don’t feel self-conscious at all.
They can see the way my hips flare out, the hang of my stomach and my breasts, the spread of my ass, and the heat never dims from their eyes. I’m finally starting to realize that they want all of me.
Rhett moves in closer, and he doesn’t touch me, but I can feel his gaze like a physical thing.
“I’m gonna spank you,” he says. “For ever thinking that we’d say anything bad about you. For making us spend this time apart when we all hated it. For not believing in yourself and the fact that we’re your biggest fans.”
I swallow hard, looking at him.
Something gentles in his eyes, and he reaches out, stroking fingers through my hair. “You have your safe word. If you don’t want this, just use it.”
I consider it for all of half a second, but then shake my head. My pulse is thundering and my pussy is still soaked through, so clearly I am not opposed to what he wants to do.
“Then brace yourself and breathe,” Rhett says. He moves around behind me, and I try to brace myself, but the first swat to my ass catches me off guard.
My elbows tremble but hold, and I breathe through the sudden burst of pain. It hurts, but it’s also a clarifying feeling. Like all the thoughts that were swirling through my head are just condensing into pleasure now.
“Breathe,” Rhett says and hits me again.
I make a soft noise of pain, but hold strong.
“Why am I spanking you?” Rhett asks.
“Because I didn’t believe in you,” I answer.
“No,” he says and hits me twice more. Each one harder than the last. The sound echoes in the room, skin on skin, and I wince as my ass starts to heat up from the contact.
“Why am I spanking you?”
My mind doesn’t want to focus on anything other than the pain and the pleasure. I have to force my thoughts into something coherent, but Rhett doesn’t let up, spanking me again and again.
I cry out, starting to try to twitch away from the pain, but he holds me in place with one hand on my back.
“I asked you a question,” he prompts.
“I don’t know!” I wail. “Because—because I believed the worst about you.”
“Wrong again,” he says. Another three swats, hard and fast. “That’s part of it, but not the whole reason.”
Tears are starting to well in my eyes, and my breathing goes thick. “I don’t know,” I say. “I—”
Smack, smack, smack. It hurts, the way his broad, calloused hand manages to catch the fullness of my ass cheek with each hit. He switches sides until my whole ass is a fiery burn.
“It’s because you didn’t believe in yourself,” he finally says. “Because you were willing to believe the worst about yourself.”
“I—” Another smack.
“You thought we’d say those things because you believed them. Because a part of you was just waiting for us to say them about you and prove you right. Isn’t that true?”
When I think about it, even through the haze of sensations, I realize he’s right.
That’s exactly what happened. Especially after losing the bakery, I was just waiting for them to realize I wasn’t worth their time.
To echo all the things my family made me feel about myself, all the things the mean little voice in the back of my head made me think.
“Yes,” I sob out. “Yes, that’s true.”
“Good girl.” He rubs my ass lightly, and I hiss at the contact. It burns, but I can’t help but push into it.
Then he draws his hand back and spanks me once more, starting up again.
“Do you believe us now when we say we love you?”
I nod frantically. “Yes. Yes, I believe you.”
Another spank. “Do you believe that you’re ours?”
“Yes!”
Another.
“Do you believe that we’re yours?”
My voice shakes but I manage to choke out another, “Y-yes.”
“What was that?” Smack, smack.
“Yes! Yes, I believe it!”
Tears fall down my face, and I can’t lift a hand to wipe them. Lennox comes over and bends down until we’re at eye level with each other. He wipes my tears and kisses my cheeks, smoothing back my hair.
“You’re doing so well,” he breathes. “You’re taking it so beautifully, Heartbreaker. Look at how good you are for us.”
His words just make me cry harder, and it’s odd to be sobbing while my pussy throbs with need. It’s a confusing mess of emotions and arousal, but I give myself over to it fully.
Rhett smooths a hand over my ass, and the heat of it is both pleasure and pain all over again. I can’t decide whether to move into it or away from it, and I end up squirming in place, making little whimpering sounds.
Sawyer leans in to look at my ass and lets out a low whistle. “You took that so well,” he praises. “You’re such a trooper, Peaches. So damned good for us all the time.”
His praise makes me feel good, and I tip my face up so Lennox can kiss me.
Rhett lets his hand slide between my legs, and I gasp into the kiss when I feel him playing with my clit.
He thumbs it gently, just enough that I can feel the stimulation and it adds to the feelings coursing through me.
I spread my legs more, bucking back against his hand, which has the side effect of flexing my ass, making the burn flare up all over again.
I’m caught in a cycle of pleasure and pain, and it instantly has me whining, close to the edge.
“You did so well,” Rhett says. “Now you get to come for us. Is that what you want?”
I nod eagerly. “Please. Please let me come.”
“Go on,” he says. “Come when you’re ready.”
It doesn’t take long. Everything is heightened to a fever pitch now, and I tremble as he keeps touching me. My clit aches from the stimulation, heat spreading through my body and tightening in my gut.
There’s no room for being self-conscious anymore, and I let all the little noises spill out of me. All the moans and the whines and the pleas for more. All three of the guys touch me in some way, and I feel so connected to them as my orgasm breaks over me.
“There you go,” Rhett soothes while I shake and sob my way through it. “Good girl. Just like that.”
He comes around in front of me, taking Lennox’s place so he can kneel down and look me in the eye. He lifts my chin with two strong fingers and smiles. “There you are,” he murmurs. “Still with me?”
“Always,” I whisper back.
He leans in and kisses me, his mouth hot and insistent. I let him control the kiss, but kiss him back, so caught up in the way the three of them are making me feel.
When Rhett pulls back, Lennox kisses me again, and I give him the same thing, letting him feel how worked up and needy I am for all of them.
Sawyer moves around behind me, and I jump when I feel him slide his fingers right into me. Two of them are thick enough to fill me, and I gasp as he starts to move them in and out.
“She liked all that,” he says, talking to his brothers. “She’s so fucking wet right now. My fingers are moving in her so easily.”
My cheeks heat from the frankness of his words, but it’s not really embarrassment. If anything, it’s just need.
“Please,” I pant. “Please, more. I need you. I need to feel all of you.” After being apart and not knowing what the future was going to hold, I need to know they’re with me. I need to feel them all.
“We’ve got you, beautiful,” Sawyer says.
I can’t see him, so it comes as a little bit of a surprise when he slides his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock. The head notches at my entrances and then presses in, and my body has no issue taking him considering how wet and turned on I am.
“Fuck,” I groan, dipping my head down and fighting to breathe through the pleasure. It automatically feels good in a way that has me shuddering, bucking back to take more.
“How do you always feel this good?” Sawyer asks, panting. His fingers tighten on my hips, and he pulls me back into each thrust. “Always so tight and wet for us. You perfect thing.”
His words go right to my head, making me clench around him.
Lennox and Rhett are still in front of me, and I ache for them too. “Please,” I gasp. “I want you.”
The two of them trade looks, and then move closer to the bed.
I shift, so I can free one hand, going down onto my front on the bed.
It lifts my ass higher, and Sawyer makes a noise of approval and arousal.
It changes the angle, so each of his thrusts inward hit deeper, and I know it’s not going to take long before I come again.
So I try to make myself focus. One hand goes around Rhett’s cock, feeling the heavy weight of him and the warm metal of his piercings as I stroke him in time with Sawyer’s thrusts.
I open my mouth and give Lennox a pleading look, and he moves so he can feed me his cock.
Like this, connected to all three of them, I feel so content. It’s what I’ve been craving, ever since I walked out on them at Isabelle’s rehearsal dinner. I can’t get enough of it, and I moan around Lennox’s cock, letting him fuck my mouth shallowly.
“God, look at you,” Lennox groans. “So fucking perfect. This is where you belong. With us. Taking all we have to give you.”
“We’ll never have enough of you,” Rhett says. His hips buck as I thumb over the head of his cock. “No matter how many times we have you like this, we’re always going to want more.”
Sawyer hums in agreement, and every time his hips snap forward, they brush against the sore, bruising flesh of my ass. But it feels good. All of it anchors me to the moment, and while my head is spinning with lust and sensation, I’m so completely focused on the three of them.
Lennox pulls his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, drawing back. He and Rhett switch places, and I have to open my mouth wider to take Rhett in.