Everly took the bottle, drawing me out of my wayward thoughts, thanking me as I passed it to her.
She surprised me again, seductively stroking the fake dick, slicking it, preparing it for her pussy. When she handed me the bottle, I took the liberty of wiping her hands, my gaze dropping to her pretty nipples as they puckered sweetly.
Yeah. This one was going to be damn hard to resist.
“Mount the toy, little fairy,” Isaac commanded.
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
Still smiling sweetly, as though this was the only place she wanted to be, Everly positioned herself over the dildo before easing down on it. Her pleasure was obvious from the second that fake dick began sliding inside her. Her mouth opened, eyes hooded, nipples pulling tightly as the sensations coursed through her.
So fucking sweet.
Now it was my turn to have a little fun. I retrieved the remote from my pocket, relaxed into the sofa, and pressed the buttons to bring the saddle to life.
“I expect to hear your pleasure,” Isaac told her. “And you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished.”
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
We’d never played with Everly before. I hoped she knew how very serious Isaac was about that rule.
With my eyes on her, the remote in my hand, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, using the vibrating toy to work her into a frenzy while Isaac and I alternated our commands, having her shift positions for both her pleasure and ours.
Figuring I might as well have a little fun, I turned the vibrations up.
“Masters”—Everly’s head tipped back, her hands cupping her breasts as Isaac had instructed—“I’m going to come. Oh, God. It’s too much.”
“Not enough,” Isaac growled.
I pushed another button. Everly cried out, a startled scream ripping from her throat as the sweet fairy princess came right there before us, her body taut as she came apart.
At this point, my brother wasn’t the only one who had fallen for the fairy princess. I’d fallen a little in love with her myself.
“What did I tell you?” Isaac questioned when her body had relaxed somewhat.
“You instructed me not to come, Master Isaac,” she whispered, remorse ringing every word.
Although I’d seen some submissives come without permission on purpose, I heard genuine remorse in Everly’s tone. She was disappointed in herself for failing him.
“And did you come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come here, little fairy,” he ordered.
Her legs were wobbly, but Everly managed to get to her feet, then straightened her spine, thrust her chest forward, and gracefully pranced toward Isaac.
My brother shifted seconds before Every draped herself over his thighs, her palms pressing against the floor as she held herself over his lap.
“Five,” Isaac warned seconds before he smacked her ass. Hard.
That sweet fairy princess moaned.
She fucking moaned and I think I fell a little more.
Isaac smacked her ass again and again. Everly whimpered, her ass red where his hand had lanced. I envisioned my hand on her ass, her little body tightening over my thighs as she took the punishment without complaint. That tingling sensation in my palm … oh, yeah, I could so get behind this.
When he finished the punishment, Isaac helped her to her feet.
“Now you may retire to your bedroom for the evening. Ian or I will inform you where you will be sleeping in a little while.”
She slowly turned toward my brother, a single tear sliding down her cheek, proof that she had endured. “Thank you, Master Isaac.” She turned to face me. “Thank you, Master Ian.”
Yeah. It was safe to say we were both in deep, deep shit.
ONE
ISAAC STOKES
Saturday, May 25, 2019
“Everly.” Staring down at the fairy princess who had graced more than one of my theme rooms over the past few months, I kept my voice low, even. “I need you to tell me who attacked you.”
“I don’t know him,” she said softly, firmly, her eyes lowered.
Even now, a good half hour after she’d stepped through the front door of Zeke Lautner’s house sporting a black eye and a puffy lip, I could feel her anguish, her pain. I couldn’t explain it, wasn’t sure I even cared to, but I wanted to know what motherfucker had battered her pretty face so I could beat him to death with my bare hands.
“But he knows your roommate? Heaven?”
“No,” she said insistently. “I asked Heaven. She doesn’t know him.”
Similar to the way Zeke’s sister had earlier, I crouched down in front of Everly. “Look at me.”
Her cornflower-blue eyes shot to mine. While she appeared fragile and broken, I could see the strength behind the fear and pain, beyond the splotchy bruising on her porcelain skin. The sight of her marred by someone’s hand made my fists clench, my teeth grind together. There was no denying my past had hardened me, left me bent on vengeance. But never in my thirty-one years had I ever laid a hand on a woman out of anger or violence. Nor would I ever.
