Beloved by Brothers (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6)
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“Five. Six. Seven.”
Instinct kicked in, and she shifted her hips, opening herself to Mitchell’s fingers, trying to reach that spot that would give the relief her body demanded.
Another rain of slaps to her ass enhanced the pressure to a breaking point. She wasn’t sure she could contain herself from coming.
“Please,” she whispered, unable to hold back. “Please.”
“Feel good, pet?” Lucas whispered wickedly in her ear.
“Yes. God yes.”
He kissed her cheek. “I can tell you want more, don’t you?”
She was on fire. Her pussy ached and her clit throbbed until she thought she might pass out. “Yes, Master. Please. More.”
Jason cupped her ass, which sizzled like a flame. “Time for the crop, sweetheart.”
She felt him slowly drag the little monster down her back and to her ass. Suddenly, the bite of the crop burned her bottom even more than the paddle had.
Smack.
She slipped fully into that dreamy trance-like state.
“Do not come,” Lucas reminded her. “Not until we give you permission.”
She moaned, her need so great, her want so overwhelming.
Smack.
The wicked leathery kiss to her ass from Jason’s crop, and the delicious fingers on her pussy and breasts from Mitchell’s and Lucas’s hands multiplied the already frenzied sensations inside her.
Lucas warned again, “Do. Not. Come.”
Desperate for release, she pleaded with him, but mercy wasn’t given.
“Just a little bit longer, baby,” he said tenderly. “You can take more. Trust me. It will make your climax even better.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tears of frustration fell from her eyes. “Please let me come, Masters. Please. I beg you.”
“That’s what I love to hear,” Lucas said. “Shall we let her?”
“Not yet,” Jason said in a deep, lusty tone. “Not just yet. We are the Doms here, sub. Not you. Us.”
“Oh God, Master.”
“Do you feel my control over you? Do you feel Lucas’s and Mitchell’s power, too?”
“Yes, Master. I do.”
“Do you surrender to us? Everything?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I surrender, Master. I surrender to you and Master Lucas and Master Mitchell. I’m yours.”
“Beautiful words.” His tone seemed filled with a kind of awe. “So beautiful.”
“Please. Please. Please.” Even though he was in control, she doubted she could hold back the overwhelming need inside her much longer. It was about to burst inside her and she didn’t know how to stop it.