Her Three Wilde Champion Men (Wilde, Nevada 2)

“Green, Sir.”

“Very good.” Brandon nodded his approval, filling her with pride. “We’ve planned every step of tonight out for you.”

Alex grabbed her ass cheeks, which were still covered by her panties. They were taking their time, and it was wonderfully maddening. “We’re going to start by turning this beautiful bottom a pretty shade of pink.”

Justin went to the table and brought out a paddle that was pitch-black with holes in it. She knew a thing or two about paddles, but she’d never seen one quite like this one. Brandon lifted her up once again into his muscled arms. He and Justin got her on the bench in the familiar facedown position. With great skill, they had her wrists in cuffs that they attached to the bench’s D-clamps in the front. Then she felt them put her ankles in similar restraints, snapping them to the ones in the back. Now, there was nothing she could do, save say her safe word, that could free her until they were ready to give her relief. Knowing that made her pussy moisten and her clit ache.

She could hear Justin’s black boots hitting the concrete floor. Every step made her trembles multiply.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Closer and closer he came. Knowing he was carrying the scary-looking paddle created a big bundle of delicious anxiety within her. She shivered with excitement.

He walked in front of the bench and knelt down, his face now inches from hers, his stare hot and lusty.

“See this, sub.” Justin moved the paddle in front of her until it almost touched her nose.

“Yes, Cowboy,” she said, hoping using his title might soften the punishment to come.

She knew this was all part of the game, part of the ritual, part of the life, but knowing something in her head and feeling it in her gut were two different things. She was a submissive. He was a Dom. She would be punished. Spanked by this thing. It would burn her and make her so very wanton. She needed them inside her in the worst way.

“You don’t need these panties anymore,” Justin said hungrily. And then she felt him rip them off her body. Their lust for her was intense, hot, and overwhelming.

“Color?” Brandon demanded.

“Green,” she panted out.

“Let’s start out with five slaps to that pretty ass,” Justin said confidently. “See if our sub can take it.”

She wanted to prove to them how good a sub she could be. She would take whatever they dished out. She would not yelp or cry. She would be strong. Tough. They would be proud of her.

Thwack. The first slap of the black monster from Justin’s swing landed on the center of her ass. The sting was nice and warm. Thwack. The next landed on her right cheek, and she got even wetter. Thwack. Left cheek. Thwack. Right cheek. She was shaking like a leaf and loving every second of it. Thwack. The last of the five landed once again on her left cheek, causing her to bite her lower lip to keep from gasping aloud.

Justin stroked her hair. “How are you doing, baby?”

“Green, Cowboy,” she answered breathlessly.

“Excellent,” Alex said. “My turn.”

“Look at that ass,” Justin said with dark pride. “She’s mine. Here’s the paddle, bro. Make her know she’s yours, too.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Alex answered. “She’s going to learn that she needs to obey.” She felt his free hand reach between her legs and the bench until his fingertips were on her pussy. He slid them up to her clit, which pulled a moan out of her despite her vow to remain quiet and still. Nothing was quiet or still inside her. Every nerve was screaming and vibrating.

Her pulse quickened as she felt a tug on her hair from Brandon’s hand. “Spank her, Alex. Do it.”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Passionate tears welled up in her eyes. Like their kisses, she now knew how to tell them apart. Justin’s paddling had been varied, hitting a different spot on her ass, applying different amounts of pressure. Alex’s had more of a bite, landing in the middle of her ass each time. Both Doms knew how to spank her just right.

“My turn,” Brandon said, his tone darker and lustier than she’d ever heard it before. “Give me that thing.”

What would his style be? Would she be able to tell his paddling apart from Justin’s and Alex’s? Shelby was pretty sure she would.

His big hand cupped her stinging ass lovingly. “God, you look beautiful this way, baby. Damn. Color?”

“G–Green, S–Sir,” she stuttered, feeling a little ball of sweet anxiety twirl inside her. It mingled with her shivers, ramping up her pressure, her need, her hunger to the edge of sanity.

She bit her lip, waiting for her Dom to strike. When it didn’t come immediately, she shivered. He was holding back, like a seasoned Master would do, keeping her guessing and off guard. All her former BDSM play paled to tonight. Her men, her heroes, her Doms knew what buttons to push, what places to caress, what words to say that enhanced her pleasure.

> When is he going to spank me?