Chapter 29 #2
Lottie complied without hesitation, allowing him to slip her blouse over her head.
Kaleb worked on the zipper of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles before helping her step out of it.
The sight of her standing there in just her bra and panties—the latter still pulled aside from her spanking—made my mouth go dry with want.
"No panties tonight," Kaleb murmured, helping her into the sleep shirt. "We need to let your skin breathe, baby girl."
Lottie nodded, a delicate blush spreading across her cheeks as Andrei unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders before the shirt fell into place.
The modest nightwear somehow managed to look impossibly erotic on her—perhaps because we all knew what was underneath, or perhaps because of the trust she placed in us to care for her this way.
"How's your bottom feeling?" I asked, finally approaching after enjoying the view of my partners taking care of our girl.
Lottie winced slightly. "Still stings a bit."
I stepped closer, running my hand lightly over the curve of her rear through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. She jumped slightly at the contact, confirming my suspicion that Andrei had done a thorough job.
"Turn around and bend over the bed for me," I instructed. "I need to apply some cream to help with the redness."
She complied, leaning forward until her upper body rested on the mattress, her perfect ass presented to me in an enticing display. I gathered the hem of her nightshirt, slowly drawing it up to expose her reddened skin.
The sight made my cock throb painfully. Her ass was a lovely shade of pink, with deeper red handprints visible where Andrei had focused his attention. Before reaching for the lotion, I couldn't resist leaning down to press a gentle kiss against each cheek.
"Colby!" she gasped, clearly not expecting the intimate gesture.
"Shh," I soothed, kissing each mark again. "Just showing these lovely marks some appreciation before I make them feel better."
She squirmed under my ministrations, her body already responding to the gentle kisses despite—or perhaps because of—the lingering sting.
"Be still," I admonished gently. "I can't apply the cream properly if you're wiggling around like that."
"I'm trying," she whined, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
Andrei chuckled from where he stood watching. "Our little girl seems to be having difficulty following simple instructions tonight."
"Perhaps she needs some help staying still," Kaleb suggested, moving to the other side of the bed.
Without further discussion, Andrei positioned himself on one side of Lottie while Kaleb took the other. They each placed a hand on her upper back, gently but firmly holding her in place against the mattress.
"There," Andrei said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now Daddy C can take proper care of you."
The sight of her restrained by my partners sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. I reached for the bottle of aloe-infused lotion we kept specifically for this purpose and squeezed a generous amount onto my palm.
"This might be a little cold," I warned before applying the first touch to her heated skin.
Lottie hissed at the contact, her body instinctively trying to arch away despite Andrei and Kaleb's restraining hands.
"Easy," I murmured, beginning to massage the lotion into her tender flesh with slow, circular motions. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
As I worked, I could feel her gradually yielding to my touch, her muscles relaxing as the cool lotion soothed the sting. My fingers dipped occasionally into the crease where her thighs met her buttocks, not quite touching where I knew she wanted me most, but close enough to make her breath catch.
"Daddy C," she whispered, the title emerging as a breathless plea.
"Yes, little one?" I kept my voice deliberately casual, continuing my methodical massage as if I didn't know exactly what she wanted.
"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her legs wider despite her restrained position.
Kaleb leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "Use your words, baby girl. Tell Daddy C what you need."
"I need..." she swallowed audibly. "I need more."
"More what?" Andrei prompted, his fingers threading through her hair. "Be specific, kroshka."
"More touching," she managed, her voice strained with desire. "Lower. Please."
I slid my hands down to massage the backs of her thighs, deliberately misinterpreting her request. "Like this?"
Her frustrated groan made all three of us smile.
"No," she protested. "You know where."
"I'm afraid I don't," I replied, my voice innocent despite the hardness straining against my zipper. "You'll have to be very clear about what you want, little one."
"I want you to touch my pussy," she finally blurted out, her voice muffled against the bedspread but still perfectly audible. "Please, Daddy C."
The crude word coming from her lips sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock. Lottie rarely used such explicit language, preferring euphemisms or letting her body speak for her instead.
"Since you asked so nicely," I murmured, sliding one hand between her thighs to find her already slick with arousal. "My, my. Did your spanking get you this wet, or was it the lotion massage?"
"Both," she gasped as my fingers explored her folds. "Everything. All of you."
Andrei and Kaleb exchanged satisfied looks over her prone form, their hands still keeping her firmly in place as I began to work her with deliberate strokes. I circled her clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around the intrusion.
"God, she's soaked," I informed my partners, my voice rough with need. "Our little girl loves her punishment, doesn't she?"
"She certainly does," Kaleb agreed, bending to press kisses along her neck while keeping her securely held.
I worked her deliberately, building her pleasure with practiced precision. After all our time together, I knew exactly how to touch her to make her climb quickly—alternating pressure on her clit with deep thrusts of my fingers, occasionally brushing against that spot inside that made her gasp.
"Daddy," she moaned, her hips trying to buck against my hand despite being restrained. "Please, I'm close."
"Not yet," I commanded, slowing my movements. "I want you desperate first."