Chapter Eight
Clover
Oh my god. I now know that this is a spanking bench. A whole-ass spanking bench, and I’m trapped in it while being spanked by the three men I wish I hadn’t met because they broke my heart.
Well, that bolsters my courage. Also, I need to distract them from the wetness dripping from my pussy. Dear god, help me. I need to get out of this situation immediately.
“Are you insane? You can’t just come to my island, strap me to this god-awful torture device, and spank me. What is wrong with you three? Are you mad?” I ask in a different way about their mental health.
“When your brother gives you a direct order to stay home, you follow his order. It’s that simple,” Kellan says, laying one into me, so hard, I shudder.
“What? What are you talking about?”
Nolan’s palm collides with my butt next, and I nearly bite my tongue off. Oren’s palm connects next, and I can’t take any more.
My body sags, my clit is so swollen that my whole body is on fire. What is happening to me? Can’t I differentiate between pain and pleasure? A weird kind of pleasure, but still pleasure nonetheless.
“Your life was in danger, Clover. We don’t take that lightly.”
“My brother tells me at least once every other month to look behind me. Don’t go to my car if the parking lot is empty. Don’t do this and that.”
“This time, he meant it,” Nolan says in his calm manner. “There’s a madman after you, and you decide to take a trip halfway across the world. And then you’re stupid enough to turn off your location and not bother replying to your brother.”
“Wait, just wait a minute. So he sent you to come and find me?” Their being here is, after all, my brother’s doing. That actually makes perfect sense. He’s their best friend. The four of them are like brothers.
“Yes, why else do you think we’d be here?” Oren asks.
“You put your life in danger, Clover. We’re going to spank you until you learn never to do it again.” Kellan’s threat is as dark and ominous as he is.
The rhythm intensifies into a symphony of stinging burns, now lighting up my soul.
Kellan delivers his punishment on me with stoic precision.
Every strike of his is measured and heavy, landing in the exact same spot until the sting sinks deep and spreads under my skin and into my veins.
I can’t even think straight anymore. The steady rhythm of his hand is almost hypnotic, each solid smack pushing me further into a hazy deviance I didn’t know existed inside me.
Nolan is more thoughtful. He pauses after each swat, rubbing slow circles over the heated flesh while he studies my reactions, figuring out exactly how much I can take and when the sting starts turning into something hotter. He knows too much.
Oren, of course, is the worst. He alternates between playful, teasing slaps and sharper ones that make me yelp and squirm, then he delivers an even harder smack just to hear the sound I make. He keeps pushing my limits, and I can feel him grin when I whimper and twist against the cuffs.
The longer it goes on, the harder it becomes to stay still.
The heat in my ass has spread everywhere, turning the deep, throbbing ache between my legs into something untamed and feral.
Wetness soaks my thighs now, and every time I press myself into the leather of the bench, the cool friction against my clit sends me into orbit.
I can’t. I can’t embarrass myself like that, so I try to lift myself away from the bench. The space is just a breath, but it’s enough to keep me sane. I won’t succumb to this sudden and carnal desire to come so hard I want to see stars. But everything is against me.
The atmosphere behind me changes. I hear a package being opened. Dear, dear god. What are they going to do to me?
I yelp as Nolan and Oren spread my ass cheeks apart, and Kellan runs something frosty cold and extremely smooth from the top of my clit to between my folds, holding it there longer until I lose all control and droplets of lust leak onto the device.
I shut my eyes in sheer mortification as I move against the steel dome Kellan is holding against me. Worse, I whimper in despair when he draws it away from me, and I feel it at the entrance of my butt. My senses jerk to attention.
No. No. No.
Too late.
Nolan pours lube onto my hole. Oren rubs it into the skin of my most forbidden place. And then Kellan nudges me with the head of the butt plug. My brain screams at me in panic. They’re going to insert a plug into my bottom hole.
And then there’s a moment of silence as Kellan presses it deeper into me, commanding my body to open up for him. My resistance wavers. I’m a mess, overwhelmed by chaos. The stretching burn is so magnificent, I’m transported into another world.
Nolan presses against the small of my back as Kellan pushes the plug deeper inside me.
“Naughty girls get punished until they learn their lesson,” Kellan says so softly, I almost don’t hear him. But I do.
I can’t stop it.
My breathing turns ragged. A soft, embarrassing moan slips out as I grind harder against the bench, chasing the friction while Kellan continues to stretch my bottom hole.
Everything culminates in this point. Their presence, the spanking.
It all merges together into one overwhelming wave of heat and need.
When my chaos starts, it hits me hard.
My thighs tremble, my back arches as much as the cuffs allow, and I come violently and unashamedly, right there, bent over the spanking bench, rubbing myself without any grace against the leather while all three of them watch.
The orgasm crashes through me in long, pulsing waves, leaving me gasping and shuddering with nothing I could do to stop it.
They stop touching me.
My face burns, my body is on fire. I’m beyond mortified now. I have to get away. I will never live this down.
“Fine, fine,” I say, flippantly, to cover up the fact that I just humped a spanking bench in front of them. “It won’t happen again. I will obey my brother from now on. Just let me go,” I beg.
Kellan’s hand gently strokes down my back. Nolan carefully unbuckles the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Oren helps me straighten up, his usual flirtatious grin softened into something different.
I can’t even look at them. I hide my flaming face, and as soon as I’m free, utterly humiliated and still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I blindly go about finding the bathroom in another en suite altogether. I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.