“I’m sorry!” My sobbed repentance does not move Caden. When I risk a glance over my shoulder, I see that darkness in his eyes. Of my three Alphas, Caden is the most strict. But there is an underlying protectiveness and caring that is pervasive to everything he does.
“You are not sorry, lass,” he says, taking my chin in his hand and holding my eyes. “We are no fools, Priya,” he adds ominously, and I wonder if they know about my other mischief when I’ve slipped from our rooms without an escort. “I’m going to take the crop to you now. Once I’ve delivered ten firm spanks with the crop, I’ll be taking the dark place while Brook takes your pussy and Hawthorn fills your naughty mouth. It’s still a struggle for you to take me there, but this is a punishment. The perfect opportunity for me to stretch your tight bottom hole.” Seeing his eyes turn hooded, I swallow. The bell tinkles at my throat. “Perhaps after you’re well used for our pleasure, you’ll no longer have the energy for sneaking off into shadows.”
Then he leans up, and the crop is applied to my bottom without mercy. I squeal and gasp with every strike, and by the time he’s done, I’m sobbing and sure this is as close to true repentance as I shall ever get.
I’m stripped, then they strip, and the air becomes saturated with an otherworldly heat.
Only Caden has taken me in the dark place on very few occasions. I do not like it well, for I’m sure it will break me, although they all assure me I’m an Omega and can take all their lust, and even this.
“Please!” My begging increases. Thoughts of Caden pushing his thick, ruddy cock inside my bottom terrifies me enough. But today, he’s expecting Brook to fill my pussy at the same time. “This is uncivilized!”
Brook smirks, positioning himself upon the bed with his back propped to the headboard. Caden urges me with a little swat to my inflamed ass to crawl on top.
“You’re an Omega,” Hawthorn says, standing to the side of the bed, his proud cock jerking with interest. “Our mate, and lowlier than a common maid. You must be trained for our pleasure and rough use. I can smell and see your slick weeping. Your body craves everything we do.”
My pussy pulses out slick as if to confirm Hawthorn’s wicked determination, clenching over nothing.
The bell at my throat tinkles prettily with my trembling.
“You always come hardest when Caden takes your ass,” Hawthorn continues. “Imagine how well you will come when we all fill you together?”
“I agree,” Brook says, palming my breasts that hang like an offering for him as I brace over him on my hands and knees. I cannot help the moans of pleasure as he takes my nipples and begins to twist and tug them roughly. “I think we should take her together more often, perhaps daily.”
“Pinch her nipples to keep her still,” Caden says from behind.
I gasp and squirm as Brook does so, pulling them down. I cannot lift away or move without stretching them obscenely. “Oh, please!” My pussy weeps in confusion.
“Good girl,” Caden says, squeezing over a welt on my ass. The sting makes me jerk and tug against Brook’s cruel treatment of my nipples.
“Goddess save me!”
“The Goddess will not save you,” Caden says, selecting and tweaking another welt. “If you keep very still, it will not hurt your pretty nipples much.”
My stomach twists in knots. The pinching of my nipples and the pinching of my welts finds a line directly to my clit. They toy with me, Caden tracing light fingertips over welts and occasionally squeezing the sore flesh.
“Fuck,” Brook mutters, hooded eyes locked with mine as he gives my nipples a particularly savage twist and tug that sends a spasm through my pussy and a wild tinkle to the bell. “Her naughty pussy is dripping slick.”
“She is a natural Omega in every way,” Hawthorn says, walking over to the drawer where Caden keeps his Omega toys.
“Aye,” Caden agrees. I feel a cool trickle between the cheeks of my bottom, body tensing even before Caden’s slicked fingers press against the tightly puckered hole. He has a special oil he uses when he takes my bottom, which he says helps me to better accept this thick rod. It is a double-edged sword, for it also allows him to slide easily in.
I barely notice the cruelty Brook metes upon my breasts, for Caden is scissoring two thick fingers in my ass. Hawthorn returns. My head is turned, and a huge, weeping cock is pressed between my lips. I hum around him, lathing it with my tongue, greedy for the spicy taste that is Hawthorn, despite him recently filling my belly with his cum.
“There,” Hawthorn says. “That’s better, isn’t it, lass?” His fingers stroke gently through my hair even as the two brothers abuse my nipples and ass.
“Goddess, her nipples are hard and swollen,” Brook says. “Look how they have elongated and turned a pretty cherry red. I think they are ready for the bells.”
Hawthorn turns his palm over.
I glimpse the little bell clamps Caden used on me for the first time last week while I was held securely on Brook’s lap. He had played with my nipples until they were stiff, clamped them, and rewarded my good behavior in bearing them by licking my pussy and sucking upon my clit until I came. I dare not glance at my nipples now, for I know they are far more swollen, and the clamps will bite twice as hard.
Brook takes them. “Hold her still for me,” he says. “I can tell she’s going to be naughty about this.”
Fist tightening upon my hair, Hawthorn’s cock surges into my mouth. Throat working as I swallow around the thick
