17 - Punishment II

"If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on."

- Ed Sheeran, Lego House

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

It hurt. Holy heck. It hurt so much. He spanked me harshly but quickly. Hitting me at the same area in three quick spanks. I whimpered with each one, my eyes filled with tears and my hands clenching the bedsheet in my hands. "Z-Zavier." I sniffled when he rubbed my ass with his large hand.

I felt someone pick me up and I knew by the sharp cologne that it was Ashton. "Little one," he murmured.

"Ashton, p-please..." I wiggled in his grin, throbbing between my thighs. I needed to touch there. I needed them to touch there.

"No whining," he said. "Take it like a good girl. Do you want me to stop?"

I sniffled, drunk on them, at their...domination on me. I was a fool to think I could have then at just friends. I wanted more.

I wanted more from all three of them. "Yes or no?"

"No," I whispered.

He rubbed my ass with his hand. The first spank landed on my upper thighs. I cried out, flinching. I clenched my eyes shut, tears filling them. The throb between my thighs worsening with every passing second. He spanked me again, not showing any mercy.

I sobbed. "Hurts!"

"It's a punishment, little one." Ashton chuckled. "Say stop and I will stop." I stayed quiet.

"That's what I thought," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my head. "You love this," he whispered in my ear. I shivered. "Who would have thought a good little girl like you would bend over to get her ass spanked." He chuckled again. I felt myself flush more with embarrassment and the desire flickered in my body.

He spanked me again, this time it was so harsh that I tried to get away. He held me tighter and laid the fourth spank on my ass, this one was so brutal that I sobbed.

"Oh, my precious little love." Xerxes picked me up but didn't bend me over his lap as Ashton and Zavier had. He tucked my face to his neck and my legs around his waist. His hand went down to my ass, massaging it gently

but it caused more pain. I whimpered into his neck, hands clenching the material of the shirt he was wearing.

"Four more, baby," he cooed. "Then you can rest."

I nodded. I wanted to take the punishment. It hurt but it...it felt so good. I couldn't understand. It was like fireworks were going through my brain, too bright to make sense.

He spanked me, roughly. I cried out, jerking in his arms. He wrapped one arm around me, keeping me pinned to his body, and spanked me again.

I was trembling in his arms. "G-Gentle, please." I sniffled. He chuckled. "I'm not going to be gentle. Ask me to stop." I dug my face deeper into his neck.

"That's what I thought, little girl." He spanked me and this time rubbed my ass with his hand as if rubbing in the pain. My thighs were trembling with need.

"The last one," he said. "It will be very harsh, baby girl. Be brave for me and take it without making any noise. Yes?"

"Y-Yes, Xerxes," I whispered, unsure if I would be able to do it.

He spanked me again, this one hurt so much. The pain spread on my ass, making it throb. I bit my lip, choking on the cry which was begging me to breathe through. I felt wetness coming out of me. My panties must be completely drenched.

Xerxes laid me down on the bed. I pressed my thighs together instantly, looking at them. Ashton was standing near the foot of the bed and Xerxes and Zavier were on the left and right.

They climbed on the bed. Zavier pulled me on his chest as he laid down. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "No pleasure for you today, kitten." I frowned. "This was a punishment. You are not supposed to enjoy it."

"B-Bu-"

He cupped my ass with one hand. I shut up. He smirked at me.

I felt the other two sit on another side of us and then their hands on me. Ashton ran his fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Xerxes ran his hand up and down my spine which somehow helped ease the pain. Zavier pressed kisses to my forehead and temple.

I felt my eyes drop and then I was asleep.

. . .

ASHTON CREED

I had imagined spanking little one many times. Wondered how she'd react. Would she cry pretty tears for me? Would she whimper and beg me to have mercy on that gorgeous ass?

The reality was better. She was a perfect little girl. A perfect natural submissive. I had no intentions of controlling her out of the bedroom, I knew neither did my brothers. I wanted her in my bed, in every filthy way possible. I wanted her to scream and beg and whimper and cry.

I had not expected today to turn out like this. I planned on getting a little angry and then making up with her with some pizzas. Perfect plan.

Instead, I found myself reddening her gorgeous as fuck ass with her whimpering and crying and suffering for me sweetly.

I watched as she slept on her bed, cheek squashed to Zavier's chest. So pretty. So innocent. So fucking gorgeous. I had never imagined myself dedicating my thoughts to a woman but she...she demanded my thoughts with that smile and body and that soft as fuck voice of hers.

I kept running my hand through her silky black hair. I wanted to fist it and make her scream as I pounded into her cunt from behind. It had been hard to not give her pleasure when she clearly needed it but she had enjoyed the spanking too much, orgasm denial was the real punishment. Little masochist.

I took my phone out of my pocket and called Michael. "Anything?"

"No. The man got airlifted by the fucking aliens or some shit," he grumbled. "Not a goddamn clue, Boss. The cameras were wiped. I had some hidden cameras installed around the apartment building. If he comes back, we'll see him."

"Okay," I muttered, picking Olivia's hand up, looking at the rings on her fingers. "I want guards in every surrounding building but no one comes in front of her. I want to be notified the second anyone sees the asshole or any threat towards her." I kissed her palm. She smiled in her sleep. "No guard will come in her sight unless there is immediate danger. "

"You got it, boss." A pause. "When will I meet her?" I hung up.

"What's up?" Zavier asked me as he removed Olivia from his chest and let her down ok the bed. She curled into a ball with a pillow pushed to her chest.

I told him and Xerxes, keeping my voice low as I had on the phone so that I did not wake Olivia up.

"We have to ask her more," I said. "She needs to think of some detail."

"We will ask her when she wakes and does not freak out on us," Zavier muttered.

I looked down at her. She could react badly, I knew. She was high on lust when she had let us spank her. Maybe she'd wake up and decide she didn't want to deal with our mafia asses anymore.

We'd leave if she asked.

. . .