Beloved by Brothers (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6)

“Damn right, you’re fine. Fine as they come, sub. Time to show you off to these Doms. You’re the diamond they only wish they could have, but they can’t. You are my prize, baby. Mine and my brothers.” Jason tugged on her hair and began addressing the crowd again.

You are mine, too, Jason Wolfe. Mine.

She heard the boots of Doms walking up on stage. They came so close, but none ever touched her. Still, knowing the eyes of so many were getting an unobstructed view of her ass was adding to her delicious dizziness. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel self-conscious about her body. Pride ran through her from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes and everywhere in between. Her guys saw her as beautiful, and that made her feel beautiful.

The only fingers on her skin were Jason’s, Lucas’s, and Mitchell’s, their caresses causing her flesh to tingle and burn deliciously.

Jason’s words seemed so far off, though he was so very close, the heat of his breath warming her.

“Color protocol, sub. Green, yellow, red. You’re safe word can be either red or the word you and we three know.” He grabbed her ass with his big manly hands and squeezed. “Understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

She knew that at any time she wanted to communicate to her Doms that she was nearing a limit she could say yellow. Red was another safe word, though she would choose to say the one they’d agreed on long ago, should she need to. But deep down, she didn’t think she would. She trusted the Wolfes with her pleasure. They knew her better than anyone.

Simultaneously, the brothers touched her. Jason smacked her ass with his bare hand. Mitchell shoved the vibrator between her legs. Lucas tweaked her nipples. The stinging pleasure sent her mind and body spinning. The pressure continued to build inside.

“Do not come,” Lucas ordered. “I will let you know when you can, understand?”

She nodded, though wondering how she would keep herself from going over the edge into blissful release. She closed her eyes, trying to slow her breathing. Not possible.

Jason’s slaps to her ass came faster and stung hotter.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

Mitchell pressed the vibrator to her swollen, wet pussy, making her clit throb like mad.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Lucas continued tweaking her nipples and tugging on her hair.

Her moans could not be held back as they slipped out of her mouth and through her lips.

Suddenly, her three Doms stopped right at the point she was about to climax. How had they known she was about to give in to her desire and come? They seemed to know and sense everything in her.

“Color, sub?” Jason asked.

“I am green, Master.”

Lucas took off the blindfold. He smiled. “My turn.”

His two little words made her even wetter.

> Although she couldn’t see him, she knew something sensual was going to happen. She felt something flat and cool touch her ass. A paddle.

“Count for me, sub,” Lucas ordered.

Anxiously excited, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Mitchell removed the vibrator and began playing with her clit. She needed relief so badly.

Thwack. The wicked toy landed in the very middle of her ass, delivering a stinging sensation that got her even hotter.

“One, Sir.”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “Two. Three. Four.” How she was able to say it, she had no idea. The last slap to her ass sent her into that dreamy state of surrender she loved so very much.

She got even wetter as Lucas sent the paddle to her bottom again and again while Mitchell fingered her pussy, sending a couple of his digits deep into her.