Chapter 49
Chapter Forty-Nine
CARTER
Three Days Later…
“You’re really not going to tell me where we are going?” Heather pouts.
“No, Little Heathen. None of us will tell you, so stop asking.”
She sits back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest and sighs to let us know she’s annoyed. I shake my head and lean down to kiss her temple before sitting back in my seat as the plane takes off.
“Let us know when you’re done being a brat.” Killian says, sitting on her other side while Knox is across from her.
“Never.”
Her lips pull up into a devilish grin.
“Once a brat, always a brat. There’s no cure.”
Heather always tells us what she wants one way or another.
“Is that so, Little Heathen?”
“Yes,” she answers, sounding more confident than she should be.
“Okay, Killer. Challenge fucking accepted.”
Killian nods to the curtain, and I rise and close it, giving us privacy. There are no other passengers on board but we don’t need the flight attendant watching what I’m sure is going to happen.
Killian silently reaches over and unfastens her seatbelt and pulls her over his lap. Pulling her skirt over her hips, she wiggles around, and my brother groans.
“Such a naughty little slut, Killer.”
I reach over and hook my fingers into her blue panties on either side and pull them down, revealing her gorgeous ass.
“You want to be punished, don’t you, Tesoro?”
“No,” she’s quick to lie.
Knox gets out of his seat and kneels in front of her, pushing her hair out of her face.
“We don’t believe you, Tesoro.”
Kill grabs her ass on either side and spreads her cheeks, giving me a glorious view.
Fucking stunning.
“Is she wet, Carter? I bet she is.” Killian asks.
I drag two fingers from her slit to her opening and slam two fingers inside her pussy as she pushes back against my hand, desperately wanting more.
“She’s drenched for us.”
Killian lifts his hand and brings it down hard, reddening her skin.
“Don’t let her come, Carter. Only good girls get orgasms. Isn’t that right, Killer?”
I pull my fingers out of her, knowing she’s close, and suck my fingers clean as Killian smacks her ass again.
“Please, let me come. I’ll behave.”
Knox slides his thumb over her lips and she moans out one word sounding so fucking needy for us.
“Please.”
Killian lifts her up so she’s sitting on his lap.
“Such a desperate little slut. Stand up and take your clothes off. Show us what belongs to us.”
Heather does as she’s told, like the good, obedient girl she can be. Shimmying out of her panties the rest of the way, she stands and steps out of them.
She’s most obedient when she’s naked, exactly how I like it. I don’t want to dull her shine. I like her as she is, but I do enjoy hearing her beg for us.
Knox moves to the other side of Kill as we wait for Heather to finish taking her clothes off. She undoes her shirt slowly, one button at a time. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, staring at us, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Take it off, Killer. Before I take it off for you.”
“Oh Tesoro. Only moments ago you were promising to behave.”
Heather covers her mouth with her hand and fakes a gasp.
“Oops. I must have forgotten.”
Our girl is playing games with us and I know why. We all know what she wants. I rise to my feet and move to her, quickly pulling her bra down revealing her tits to us. I unzip the side of her skirt and yank it to the ground as a surprised gasp escapes her lips.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
When she obeys, I drag my fingers down her back before squeezing her ass with one hand while I lean down and bite the side of her neck.
“Such a fucking brat. Aren’t you, Little Heathen?”
I shove two fingers in her pussy and she whimpers in response.
“Yes.”
Running my nose along her skin I inhale her scent of sweet roses while circling my fingers inside her.
“This is what you wanted. When will you learn to tell us what you need?”
Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I shove them into her mouth and fight back a groan as she sucks her juice from my digits.
“You don’t get more until you ask for it, Little Heathen. I want to hear your words.”
Turning her head over her shoulder, she stares at me, her eyes filled with need. I stare back at her, a serious expression on my face letting her know I meant what I said.
“Fuck me, Carter. Please. I need you.”
Jesus. This woman and the way she fucking begs for my cock drives me insane.