Claiming Their Maiden (11 page)

Gavin with his dark hair and glimmering black eyes. She cared for them both so much her heart

felt ready to burst. They watched the sunrise together, and Gavin managed to remain awake,

stroking her stomach underneath the covers.

Though this was a happy moment, Amelia began to worry over the names she’d called

Trent as she woke up. He’d made a comment about putting her over his knee, and she had no

doubt he meant to follow through with his threat. Trent always followed through with his threats.

So did Gavin. It seemed her bottom was perpetually sore for one reason or another. Hardly a day

passed that she didn’t find herself being scolded and spanked soundly for breaking one of their

many rules.

She loved it though. Not the actual spanking, but what came before and after. The

scolding, and most especially the tenderness and the comfort. She craved it and went willingly to

their arms after a punishment.

Of course Trent was probably reading her mind right now. She cursed inside her head and

couldn’t help but smile when he tensed beside her, shooting her a disapproving look.
Uh oh
. She

was in for it now.

“You know you were naughty,” Trent said, raising an eyebrow at her as he lumbered off

the bed naked, his powerful muscles rippling in the light.

Flushing, she regarded Gavin in question, wondering if he was going to fall asleep

anytime soon. Both of them had punished her, but never while the other one watched. She’d

never had an audience. To her dismay, Gavin didn’t appear as fatigued as he normally did at this

early hour. Instead, interest illuminated his gaze, and he gave Trent a wry smile before returning

his eyes to Amelia.

“You were indeed a very naughty little girl this morning, Amelia,” Gavin said. “You

disrespected Trent by cursing at him, and your language offended me as well.”

She squirmed. They were playing with her, but she knew a lesson would be taught as

well. A rather painful one. Her bottom tingled in anticipation, and her insides fluttered.

Separated, they were intimidating enough. But together…together they were a force to be

reckoned with. Being scolded by them at the same time made her feel like the naughty girl they

said she was.

“I’m very sorry,” she offered.

Gavin stood up, and she noticed Trent had retrieved his belt off the floor.

“Get out of bed and take off your nightdress, girl,” Trent said as he doubled the leather

over. He walked to the foot of the bed, the place he always made her bend over for a belt

whipping. He’d used the implement on her a few times before.

Dread coiled in Amelia’s stomach. She hated the belt. Absolutely hated it. But she

slipped out of bed and lifted her nightdress over her head, not wishing to add to her punishment.

Trent was a stickler for adding extra swats. She hadn’t been wearing drawers, and she stood

awkwardly next to the bed, naked and trembling.

“Is it true you curse around Gavin often?” Trent asked.

She sucked in a quick breath and met Gavin’s eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest,

and she took the hint. He expected her to confess.

Oh, but it was so embarrassing. Especially because she had to tell the whole truth. Trent

might sense if she left out any details.

“It’s true,” she said, feeling her face grow hot. “I do curse around Gavin often.”

“Why?” Trent demanded, rounding the bed to hover over her. “Why do you curse around

him, but you have never dared curse around me until your little slipup this morning?”

She tried to study her feet, but Trent lifted her chin with his fingers, giving her no choice

but to meet his glare. Humiliation coursed through her, and she felt moisture trickle down the

inside of her thigh. Understanding dawned on Trent’s face.

He knew.

He knew!

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t tell him. I am beyond embarrassed.”

“I’m not going to tell him, girl. You are. Right this instant, or I’ll do more than give you a

belting in front of Gavin.” He lowered in voice. “It’s been a few days since I’ve punished your

little bottom hole, you know.”

“You wouldn’t!”

He grinned. “Oh, I would, and I would enjoy every second of it.” As if to demonstrate,

his bulge pressed against her stomach, his arousal awakening.

“This is so unfair. I didn’t ask for you to be able to read my thoughts. And you keep

getting better and better at it. I can’t get away with anything!” She pushed out of his grasp and

stepped back—right into a wall of solid muscle.

Gavin.

His hot breath fanned against her neck, and he placed his hands on her shoulders,

preventing any further escape. “Naughty naughty,” he said. “You’re in for it now. First you’re

going over Trent’s knee, and then I get a turn at you. And for the defiance you just showed

Trent…”

“For that, I will punish your asshole, girl,” Trent interrupted. “By the time we’re finished

with you, you will be one very sorry and thoroughly chastised little girl.”

Before she could argue, Trent pulled her down across his lap. He began a stinging assault

on her bottom, and Amelia glanced up to see Gavin watching the whole ordeal with a heated

expression. She tried to remain still and accept her punishment, but Trent set into her upper

thighs, and she lost it. She cried out and kicked her legs, trying to dodge the swift blows that kept

raining down upon her tender flesh. A strong leg landed on top of hers, and Trent shifted on the

bed, as if reaching for something.

The belt.

Smacking her already sore spots, he striped her ass from top to bottom. And then again,

from bottom to top. Burning tears escaped her eyes, and she sobbed into the bed, beside herself

with the pain and the added humiliation of having an audience—Gavin, who planned to spank

her next.

The belt ceased cracking across her flaming bottom—finally!—and Trent gathered her up

in his loving embrace. She latched onto him, throwing her arms around his waist and burying her

face in his chest, but it wasn’t much comfort when a second spanking loomed over her. Would

Gavin punish her with a belt too?

“You need to confess your naughtiness to Gavin, girl. Go tell him what you’ve been

doing.” Trent stood her up and gave her one last swat.

With tears blurring her vision, Amelia approached her nocturnal mate, and for the first

time in a long time, she felt real fear. She’d wronged him, and now she’d pay the price of

disobedience. “I—I sometimes curse around you on purpose. You know, just because I want a

spanking.”

“Tell him why you want a spanking, Amelia.” Impatience hardened Trent’s tone.

“I—I want you to spank me sometimes because…it excites me. I become wet.” Her

throat burned as more humiliation churned inside her. It was bad enough to stand before Gavin,

naked and with a freshly spanked bottom. But to confess that she’d been manipulating him into

paddling her…well, she wanted the stones in the floor to give way and swallow her up.

The lines around Gavin’s eyes crinkled, but the smile didn’t reach his lips. “If you like

being spanked, sweetling, you should have told me. Why manipulate me to get a spanking

though, and not Trent?”

She sighed. They sure weren’t making this easy on her. “Trent is much stricter than you.”

Heat rose to her cheeks. “I don’t have to try to misbehave around him. It just happens. To be

honest, I think he looks for reasons to spank me,” she said with a nervous laugh.

The conversation continued, much to Amelia’s dismay, with Trent asking for examples

and Gavin taking a few pointers from his brother on how to better discipline her. Guilt occupied

her heart, and she gave them both a genuine apology, even though Gavin was determined to see

the rest of her punishment through.

He reached for her trembling hand and led her to the bed. He sat down and forced her to

stand between his legs while cupping her scorched cheeks.

“Do you understand why you’re getting this spanking, sweetling?” His voice, forever

deep and captivating, rumbled through her and filled her with his authority. He might be the most

lenient of her mates, but he still oozed dominance, and he still spanked hard.

“Yes, Gavin,” she whispered.

“Good.” He patted his leg. “Over my lap. You’re about to get a thrashing you won’t soon

forget.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine and a gush of warmth straight to her pussy. Being

spoken to harshly before a spanking never ceased to thrill her, and apparently it didn’t make a

difference if her bottom was already well-roasted or not.

She crawled over his thighs and whimpered when his fingers traced her slit, discovering

her moisture. “Do you see this, Trent?” he asked. “Our girl is drenched.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Gavin shifted and covered her legs with one of his. Not a good sign. He rarely held her

legs down. This was going to be bad. Very bad.

His hand came down, catching the lower curve of her bottom, the place she swore was

the most sensitive area of her body. He spanked her methodically, landing two sharp smacks in

the same spot before moving on to the next spot. It was agony, and fresh tears spilled from her

eyes and onto the covers.

She’d done a naughty thing. Shutting her eyes, she hoped Gavin forgave her many

transgressions against him. Well, she knew he’d forgive her. He was normally quick to forgive.

Until she heard him say the words and gather her close though, her heart would waver in limbo.

Fire spread across her upper thighs, and she howled at the unbearable sting he delivered

with just the palm of his hand. He paused and parted her legs. She expected him to delve his

fingers into her wet folds, but he smacked the inside of her thighs. The pain was blinding.

She vowed to never curse again. She vowed to be a good girl and not manipulate Gavin

or Trent into giving her a light punishment. And she vowed to do her best to honor them as her

mates. She loved them. Oh, how she loved them. She’d been fighting and pushing the emotion

away for far too long, but she couldn’t lie to herself about it anymore.

Gavin stopped spanking, and she remained draped over his lap, crying and hiccupping.

She felt like a wreck, a complete mess of tears, sore flesh, and an aching heart that was,

strangely, overflowing with love at the same time.

She felt her ass cheeks being parted and chanced a look over her shoulder. Her pulse

increased. Gavin was holding her open for the anal punishment. Trent stood at her side, taking

the top off a container of the liquid he kept to ease his fingers inside her. Unable to watch, she

hid her face in the bed, knowing she’d soon feel the cool lubrication trickling down her crevice.

Trent didn’t make her wait long. A moan left her as the liquid caressed her hole, and she

tensed as his finger slipped inside without preamble. He’d punished her this way many times

before, and he’d used as many as three fingers. That didn’t make the one finger he was invading

her with now any easier though. The rapid thrusting motion he created made her swim with

discomfort, and when Gavin pulled her wider apart, exposing her further to their gazes, she

whimpered in mortification. She still couldn’t believe one of them was holding her down while

the other penetrated her tight little hole. And yet…

…she loved it. Loved being with them at the same time, despite her embarrassment.

“Just one finger?” Gavin asked. “She was especially naughty, brother. I’d push at least

one more finger in her hole if I were you.”

“No!” she called out, but it was too late. Trent added a second finger with the next thrust,

driving into her wider and deeper.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Amelia. Naughty girls get their bottom holes punished.

Are you going to be good? Are you going to curse, or trick either of us into spanking you again?”

“Oh! I’ll be good. I—I won’t curse. No cursing. Or tricking. Please,
please
stop.” Even

through her misery, jolts of arousal seized her center, and moisture continuously slid down her

thighs.

“What do you think, Gavin? Do you think our girl has learned her lesson?”

“Perhaps she has, but we need to make sure she doesn’t misbehave this way again. She

did a naughty thing.”

A fresh wave of fear assaulted Amelia as she realized they were only just getting started.

They shifted her so that her face was now in Gavin’s lap, and her body was supported by the bed.

Trent kept his fingers pressed deep in her ass as they moved her, and before she could question

what they planned, Gavin pulled his erect cock from his pants and guided it to her lips.

“Show me how sorry you are, sweetling.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She worshipped his cock, licking from the base and up to

the top, paying special attention to the ridge around the tip. Once his length was good and wet,

she took him in her mouth and bobbed her head, taking him as deep in her throat as she could

manage.

Trent eased his fingers out of her ass, leaving her empty, but only empty for a moment.