Trailing off when I tugged on his hair to pull him back to me, he chuckled. “If you’re this needy now, I can’t wait to see you much you’re willing to beg for once you’re in heat.”
“I think I’ll be begging too,” Caspian whispered from across the room, just loud enough for us to hear.
Emmett laughed, his face buried against Cas’ neck, kissing and sucking marks into the skin. He murmured something we couldn’t hear, but Caspian’s cock jerked at the words. The man was going to be a mess by the time we were done here, like he always was. I guessed that Em wasn’t going to get messy in the slightest. So far, he hadn’t even taken off his shirt.
Then again, Shan wasn’t naked yet either.
Grasping the fabric at his hips, I tugged on it. “Take this off,” I demanded. “Why am I the only one fully naked?”
Shan curled his finger inside me, stroking the spot that distracted me from my movements. “Ask nicely,” he commanded.
“Take off your clothes for me please, Daddy,” I said sweetly, with a smirk.
If I wasn’t so eager to get him naked and inside of me, I would have been bratty. Taunting him into giving me a spanking was usually more fun, but would currently feel like a true punishment.
His fingers left me and I whined, despite knowing he needed both hands to remove his pants. Sliding my hand down my stomach, I rubbed my clit as he stripped. Caspian appreciated the view with attention as rapt as mine, Emmett’s hand teasing his length.
When he’d shed all his clothing he came down to me again, sliding two fingers inside this time and shoving my hand away. “I don’t remember telling you that you could touch yourself,” he murmured.
I bit my tongue to hold back the sass I wanted to release, opting to say nothing instead. He kept his movements slow to punish me, his tongue grazing me with no force behind it. After a few minutes of it, I was squirming against him. “Fuck, make me come already,” I moaned, doing my best to manoeuvre myself tighter against him.
“You’re terrible at asking nicely, today.”
“You’re terrible in general today.”
The insult made little sense, but earned me a harsh smack to the underside of my thigh. I groaned at the contact. “Daddy, you should give her a spanking for all that insubordination,” Caspian said, his voice chiming quiet and breathless from the sidelines.
Glancing over, I found him flushed with his cock leaking, smearing precum all over his stomach. His shirt was pushed up around his armpits and his jeans were down his thighs, but they hadn’t bothered to take anything off. He was a sexy mess. Shan’s expression lit with feral glee and he pulled back from me altogether, stalking across the room to Caspian.
His fingers gripped Caspian’s chin and lifted it. “I like you calling me Daddy,” he purred. Their lips crushed together in a kiss. My hands stayed on my hips instead of touching myself like I wanted. I didn’t want to get in bigger trouble after Cas had thrown me under the bus. “Why haven’t you ever called me that before?”
Flushing from his cheeks down to his chest, Cas squirmed beneath Shan’s intensity. Emmett’s grip tightened on the incubus’ cock and he groaned. With a needy incubus grinding against him, I had to imagine he was holding a tight leash on his self-control. “It never occurred to me before,” Cas said, “but it’s so hot when Freya calls you Daddy. Can I keep doing it, if you like it?”
“I never want you to stop.”
Shan kissed him once more before leaving him with Emmett to take care of him. He didn’t climb on the bed when he got to me, opting to grab my ankles and drag me to the edge. Bending me over, his hand came down hard on one of my ass cheeks.
I wanted to glare at Cas for bringing this wrath down on me, but it felt too good. Once I got his cock, the buildup and denial would be worth it. Hopefully.
“Brats get spankings,” Shan said, caressing me before spanking me again. “I thought I had to spank Caspian a lot, but you’re going to be even worse, aren’t you?”
“Probably,” I said without thinking.
He chuckled. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I was too. This would be the only way I’d let him have control over me. While he was getting used to not being in charge, we would play like this a lot to help ease the transition.
My ass turned pink and then red under his hand until I was crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain with every smack. “Caspian, do you think she’s had enough punishment?” Shan asked. “You are the one who suggested it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cas said.
Arching back, I looked over my shoulder to see why his words were strained. He was seconds away from coming, his eyes slipping shut as he arched. A body like his should be illegal, with the intense flexibility and sinuous muscles. He was a piece of art and for him I would become a gallery snob. Shan watched too as his partner’s cock pulsed, cum spilling across his chest as he moaned and whimpered. Emmett stroked him through it, murmuring in his ear.
Their union would be slow and sensual, I imagined. Gentle to start until Caspian inevitably begged for more and Emmett gave him whatever he wanted. I shouldn’t be thinking about them together, considering Em had shown little interest in me or in me watching, but I couldn’t help myself. Each man was sexy enough on their own, but together…
“Get on the bed,” Shan demanded, drawing me out of my fantasies.
I lamented the loss of my mental picture of Emmett naked, but was more than happy to move on to the main event. Em’s hand was still working Caspian’s cock and the two of them were kissing. They were going to watch, and it made getting fucked a thousand times hotter. I was used to performing a bit, but it was only ever Oswald. This time, he wasn’t here. He’d stayed curled on Nolan’s chest, as far as I could tell.
