will enjoy this.”
She wanted to talk, wanted to explain her moment of fear, but all she managed was a low moan when the hand on her ass rubbed harder, chafing the skin, warming her bottom.
Her clit throbbed. Her heart pounded. Her breath stalled.
And then the first smack landed. God, she would’ve scrambled off the counter if they hadn’t held her so tightly.
“Hey,” she cried as the sting radiated down her thighs.
A second slap followed the first, and tears sprang to her eyes. Was it supposed to hurt this much?
She closed her eyes, and tried to hide her distress, but tears still leaked past her lashes. She swallowed, preparing herself for a third blow, but cried out when it hit the top of her thighs. Her lower body felt both numb and on fire at the same time, and she screamed as the next blow hit even harder.
She was fighting their hold, ready to scream for reprieve when something strange happened. Her clit started to tingle, the sensation spread across her abdomen and down her thighs. The next blow landed, but instead of pain, it just intensified the incredible feeling. She stopped trying to struggle and lay quietly, waiting in awe.
The slaps came faster now, each pushing her closer to something incredible. She gasped as two thick fingers pushed into her pussy and finger-fucked her in time with the slaps. Harder, faster, deeper, more incredible, more intense, each sensation doubled the last.
Shaking all over, her body no longer hers to control, she groaned as heat exploded through her. Being held down so tightly seemed to intensify everything. Over and over, she felt doused in molten lava, the incredible burn pulsing through her blood in waves.
She breathed hard as both men soothed her with soft touches and quiet words. She felt her skirt pulled carefully over her tender ass, but the panties were dragged off her legs. “You won’t be needing these anymore, little one.”
Oh, thank goodness. The mere thought of the soft material pressed against her sore ass sent more shivers pounding through her.
Still limp and exhausted, she was wondering how to get her legs stable enough to hold her up when she was gathered in a warm embrace and carried from the room. She startled when she remembered the casserole, but he must’ve anticipated her worry.
“Shh…Brock will take care of dinner. Just relax and let me look after you.”
She did as Lachlan told her, very happy to know which brother was which. After such an incredible experience, it seemed strange not knowing. She sighed as he stepped into a room she’d hadn’t yet seen.
He carried her into the bathroom, set her on top of the bench, and turned to the tub. The cool surface of the countertop felt wonderful against her heated bottom. She watched as he added some sort of salt to the water and then moved back to gather her in his arms once more. He sat on the edge of the bath with her in his lap.
She relaxed into his embrace, feeling cared for and protected in a way that she’d never really felt before. Lachlan simply held her, rocking slightly as they waited for the bath to fill.
“ Lachlan ,” she said quietly, not actually moving in his embrace, “did you know who I was before you came into the kitchen?”
It probably sounded like a silly question, considering the way she’d reacted to both him and Brock, but a small, insecure part of her worried that they’d mistaken her for a paid whore.
“Yes, little one,” he said in a deep, comforting voice. “Even when we’re off base, we report in every couple of days. John has kept us up-to-date with everything that happens around here.”
She couldn’t see his face, but she felt certain he was smiling.
“Everything?” she asked mildly embarrassed.
“Everything,” he repeated with a quiet chuckle. But then he stilled and she felt a strange tension overtake him. “What was his name? The man who dumped you here?”
She almost blurted out Jet’s name but thought better of it when Lachlan
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