34. Camile
CAMILE
The picnic was so much fun. First, the picnic basket is straight out of my childhood dreams. Second, the food the ol’ ladies made for us was amazing.
They insisted on doing it all when I asked if they’d let me use the kitchen.
They packed stuff the guys love, but I also had all my dainty sandwiches and cupcakes, too.
Now we’ve eaten our fill, we’re chilling on the blanket spread out under a tree, the late afternoon sun warming our backs, and are sipping at virgin mojitos.
Rook prepared them, and they are delicious. These guys might be more than happy to break the law in some ways, but they don’t mess about with safety on the road. They would never drink and ride.
The day has warmed up, and the dappled sunlight and the babble of the river beside us has me sleepy.
Ace lies down at my feet, so I rest them on his lap. He slips off my shoes and massages my soles, and I exhale a breath of pleasure.
With a grunt, Ghost lies down, too, and I follow suit, curling onto my side so my head is on Ghost’s chest.
The warmth of a big body heats my back, and I know immediately without looking that it’s Jack. Rook’s fingers sift through my hair, from where he’s sitting near my head.
I am surrounded. Two men top and bottom of me, and one either side.
I let my eyes drift closed, loving this feeling of being protected by these hardened men. Even Jack doesn’t seem to mind the group vibe that’s going on, which is a surprise. We’d all been a little worried that he’d find it weird, but he seems completely relaxed.
“Want a swim in the river?” Ace asks after a while.
“You can’t just be, can you?” Ghost’s words are softened by his smile.
“We’ve been lying on this blanket for about twenty minutes. Not sure how long you want to Zen out, but I like to make the most of life. The river is meant to be great for swimming in.”
“It will also be cold,” I point out.
“I can think of something a lot more fun to do than swimming.” Rook gently scratches his blunt nails across my scalp. “I loved it when you took me and Ace at the same time.”
“And me,” Ghost says.
“Yes, but it was only us two in her pussy,” Ace clarifies with typical crudeness.
I shiver in response to the touch and the words. I’m wearing a soft, long-sleeved sweater, with a strappy top underneath, and no bra. It’s not my normal vibe, but it’s kind of cute. Rook smooths his hand over my hair and down my front, until it’s inside the top, cupping my breast.
Ace rolls onto his side and props himself up on elbow to watch. I’m still lying on my side, head on Ghost, Jack to my back.
“Wait, what?” Jack asks. “You took two dicks in your pussy at once?”
“Like a champ.” Rook pinches my nipple, making me arch into the pleasure and pain of it.
Part of me wants to stay like this forever, but another part, socialized by society to find shame in my desires, wants to get away. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer size and power of them all around me, and their crude words. It’s degrading as fuck, but it turns me the hell on, too.
I glance around and move a little, but I’m completely hemmed in.
“She’s kind of trapped,” Ace says with relish as he watches Rook’s hand moving inside my sweater.
Rook’s hot palm is directly on my skin.
“She’s not wearing a bra,” Rook tells the others.
“Fucking naughty, Princess.” Ace wags a finger at me, smirking. “You know, you’ve been naughty a few times now. I think our Princess might need punishing. You ought to put her over your knee, Jack.”
Jack stiffens behind me, and I’m not sure if it is because he likes the idea or he’s pissed at being told what to do.
“Yeah, I have promised you a spanking a few times.” Jack’s words are deceptively lazy, but I can hear the arousal in his tone.
He sits up, his warmth leaving my back. I glance over my shoulder to see him reposition himself so that he’s leaning against the tree, legs out.
“Why don’t you come and lie yourself over my lap?” He pats his thick thigh with one big hand.
Oh, no, no, no.
He wants to spank my ass with the other three watching? I can’t lie, it’s kind of hot, but also scary.
“Um, I’m not sure…”
Ghost gently moves my head from his chest then stands before reaching down and hauling me over his shoulder. I squeal as my body leaves the ground, and he deposits me facedown onto Jack’s lap.
“Thanks, Ghost,” Jack says.
“What else is your sergeant at arms for?” Ghost laughs as he sits back down.
I turn and mock glare at him. All three of the men are alert and focused on me draped over Jack’s lap. Fuck. Feeling too hot and itchy all over, I squirm, but Jack lays a heavy palm over my lower back.
“Keep still, Baby-girl.”
Instantly, I do. It’s as if my body obeys him before my mind can consider what I am doing. One hand on my lower back holds me, pinned down like a butterfly on a board. The other sweeps over my ass, cupping it through my jeans.
“On top of the jeans, or take them off? What do you think?”
“On top of.” I blurt out the answer.
“Aw, sweet. She thinks you were asking her,” Ace says.
What the hell is this?
The dynamic between them has shifted with Jack here, and it’s a lot darker than it has been. I can’t lie, I like it a lot. There’s a part of me that’s wanted the four of them to take me, and ravage me, and just give in to this thing between us, but the time never seemed right.
First, I was new to the compound, and we were all tiptoeing around this thing.
Then I was assaulted, and Rook and I went through hell.
They were gentle with me after that, and even if they weren’t gentle, they made sure to always check in with my comfort levels.
Finally, Jack was hurt, Ghost was taken, and once more, we were all about comforting one another.
Now, though, it seems my sneaking suspicion of how things could be between us if we all let go might get a test drive.
“Off,” Ghost says. “Definitely off.”
“I concur.” Rook laughs softly. “You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen, Cami, and it’s a shame not to see it turned pink.”
Jack reaches around and unbuttons my jeans with scary ease, since he’s only using one hand and can’t see what he’s doing.
I try not to let myself think about how many women he might have done this to.
After all, I have no right to be jealous.
I have been with three of his close club members. It wouldn’t be fair.
When he gets the button undone and the zipper pulled, he yanks my jeans halfway down my thighs, exposing my white, lacy panties. They aren’t a thong, but they are high-cut, sexy Brazilian briefs, and he makes a low hum of approval.
“This ass is a work of art, Camile.” His tone is reverential. “And I’m about to make it a whole lot prettier.”
“What the hell am I even being punished for?” I demand. “All I’ve done is try to care for you all.”
“Oh, Camile, you’ve caused so much chaos and trouble.” Ace laughs. “And you’re a little bit bratty.”
“If anyone is bratty and deserves a spanking here, it’s you.” I turn my head so I can fix Ace with an angry glare.
“She’s not wrong there, Prez.” Ghost points out.
Jack makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “I’m not spanking Ace’s hairy ass. Even if I agree that he’s the biggest brat among us.”
“Hey, my ass is not hairy,” Ace protests. “It’s very smooth and tan. I’ve got a great ass. I could be an underwear model.”
“He’s not lying,” I agree. “He does have a great ass.”
A low rumble emits from Jack’s chest. “If you think you’re not getting a spanking now that you’ve just complimented another man’s ass while you’re lying draped across my lap, you can think again.”
I panic. “Jack, wait—"
“One.”
Jack’s hand comes down on my ass a split second after he says the word. The crack echoes across the river. I’ve got my panties on, but it still hurts and my ass cheek flares with heat. I’m sure I’ll have his fingers in perfect red marks on my skin.
“Ow! Oh, my God. You barbarian.” I wriggle and attempt to get away. To where? I don’t have a clue. I’d be caught within a moment of trying to flee, but still, I feel as if I ought to try.
“Stop squirming or I’ll just add more.” Another thwack against my ass cheeks. “Two.”
I whimper and squirm again. It’s clear both my struggles and him delivering the spanking is having an effect on Jack, as I can feel him growing hard beneath me.
Will this be the first time he’s had an erection in front of the others?
I don’t know if he’s ever fucked a woman when he’s had an audience—perhaps he has—but this is a first for me, having him involved.
He strikes me again, and now I make sure to angle myself so the vibration and impact carry right through to his dick. He lets out a grunt when he spanks me for the fourth time.
My ass is flaming hot now, and I’m thankful for the cool breeze off the water. My skin isn’t the only thing that’s heated, though. Four sets of eyes are fixed on my backside, and the tension that’s between us could start a forest fire.
He gets to five and stops. I think it’s over, but then fingers dip into the waistband of my panties.
I know exactly what he has in mind, and I reach behind me to try to stop him removing my underwear. “No. ?Híjole! This is so embarrassing.”
The next moment, Ghost kneels beside Jack, and his big hands wrap around my wrists, holding me in place.
There’s a glint in his hazel eyes that I’ve not seen before. I’m pretty sure this is Ghost’s secret kink, because he looks like he’s about to devour me. A tiny smile plays about his gorgeous lips.
Who knew? Ace obviously has a bit of a thing for discipline, too. As for Jack, I think he genuinely wanted to punish me, but I don’t feel like I’m being reprimanded. I also seem to have a kink for a mild spanking.
My panties are wet, and when Jack peels the material down to reveal my probably red ass to the other three men, I can’t stop the whimper that crawls up my throat.
“Five more,” Jack says.
“Jack, no!” I struggle for real now, trying to pull out of Ghost’s grip, but he’s powerfully strong, and it’s impossible.
“Keep fighting, Baby-girl, and I’ll double them again.”
I gulp, but I stop fighting. Jack reaches down and spreads my legs as much as my jeans and underwear allow, so now my pussy is exposed to the air, too. My head is spinning with sensations. The cool breeze off the river. The heat of my skin. The intensity of the men’s eyes on me.
Jack spanks me again, and again, and again. He counts them out, alternating cheeks, and spanking a little harder this time.
Every strike goes right down to my core, my pussy pulsing.
Endorphins race through my bloodstream like a drug, leaving me dazed and heady.
After each spank, he smooths his palm across the spot where his handprint blooms, and his fingers get tantalizingly close to my pussy.
I’m groaning now, wriggling, not because I want to get away, but because I’m so turned on, I’m trying to get myself off against the hard wedge of his cock in his jeans directly beneath me.
I must be dripping all over the denim, making such a mess.
“There you go, Baby-girl. All nice and pink for us.”
Ace pushes off the ground from where he’d been watching the show, walks up to me, and does a damn drum roll on my ass.
I hiss at him. “Get off, you idiot.”
Ghost lets go of my hands, and I swat at Ace. He jumps away, laughing.
“You’re going to regret that,” I warn.
“Oh, yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Yes. I’ll spank your ass one night while you’re sleeping, with a… a… riding crop.”
I’d searched my mind for something good, but as soon as I say it, he grins wide.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Princess. I’d enjoy that a whole lot. Like you all say, I’m a brat.”
Jack lifts me off his lap and plants me on my hands and knees, facing away from him, so he can inspect his handiwork.
“Perfect,” he says.
I glance over my shoulder, scowling, but he simply gives me that panty-dropping smile.
“Now, what are we going to do with you next, Baby-girl?”