I didn't think I would ever grow tired of seeing Emma naked and wanting like she was now. There was just something about her that made me unable to stop thinking about her. She had this magnetic pull that was impossible to resist, and I didn't even want to try to fight it.

This was the first time something felt...right. She felt right. We'd tried too many women over the years, and not one of them felt like this–not a single, fucking one. Not only had she hooked me in; she'd hooked the guys as well. That was no easy feat.

She was bent, head lowered and ass up. I could see everything in this position. Her cunt seeping with wetness, and her asshole twinkling in the light. The sight was torturous.

I felt my cock straining in my pants, begging for her touch.

Easy, fucker, not yet, I thought. I wasn't one to go for the main course if I could have an appetizer first. I wanted to draw this out for all of us.

The meeting had gone even better than expected. If I didn't already find her ideal for us, I did now. Her interests matched perfectly with ours, or as perfect as it could be for a submissive and not a slave.

Emma stood in the middle of the room, a few feet from us. We were torturing ourselves by having her outside of the range of touch, but it was the best kind, knowing we could get to her as soon as we felt like it.

I looked towards Gideon, sensing the barely restrained desire to attack her like a wild animal. Tonight, he wouldn't be alone with her. It was too dangerous. Not that he would intentionally hurt her, but no one should ever be in a scene while angry, and Gideon was far from angry–he was fucking pissed.

His hands were bruised, and the cuts suggested he'd been in one of those fights again. Not that I blamed him. If that was what he needed– if that helped him get through today– I was all for it. Hell, I would've offered to be his sparring buddy. We sparred whenever we needed to let off some steam, but today he had required something more; to hurt and inflict damage.

When Emma had to be driven to the club, I'd made him go get her, hoping it would help with his mood. It looked like he was more controlled than he usually was at this time each year. Typically, by now, he would've either gone through all the fighters at the illegal fight club or be swimming in alcohol.

"You can stand up now," Mateo said, and I looked back at Emma. She looked dizzy for a second as she straightened before she found her balance.

Shit, she was beautiful, like one of those rare gems that just emitted light. Wherever she went, she lit up the place. Emma could act all proud and confident, but we knew better; she was shy and uncertain. I hated that for her–fuck, I didn't want her to ever feel that way at all.

The night she came in through the club's doors, she'd stolen my attention, along with half the room's. I just didn't know how a girl like this–elegant, charming, and smart–could have so little self-esteem. If there was one thing I wanted to accomplish while we were her dominants, it would be to make her see herself the way we saw her; as near perfect as anyone could get, at least, to us.

Emma's porcelain white skin held a tinge of blush as she let us have our fill of her glorious body. Well...let was the wrong word, more like ordered her to.

Unable to sit still any longer, I rose from my chair and went to a chest of drawers, opening the first one. I was outside of Emma's view, so she didn't know what I was doing; she could only hear the sound of metal against metal.

I grabbed a pair of padded handcuffs and went to stand behind her.

"What's your safe word?" I asked, making sure she remembered it.

"Orange, Sir," she didn't hesitate in answering back.

"Good girl," I crooned. "Raise your arms over your head," I directed. My dick throbbed by being near her and feeling the heat of her body. Fuck, I had so many ideas for how this first night together as official dominants and submissive would go, and I was excited to get started.

She did what I'd asked of her, and I fastened the cuffs around her wrists, checking to make sure it didn't cut off her blood flow.

Emma shivered, but I thought it was more from the suspense than the slight chill in the room. Even so, we would get her warmed up in no time.

Adjusting the chain above her, so it was the perfect length for her, I clasped the cuffs on it. Her hands were now stretched above her, and she looked captivating in this position.

Pushing myself close to her, I let her feel what she was doing to me, how hard she'd made me. She whimpered as my cock pressed against her back, and I groaned– I fucking loved those little sounds she made.

"So fucking sweet," I murmured and leaned in, placing soft kisses on her from shoulder to neck. "Do you like being cuffed like this? Do you like how defenseless you are to us?"

"Y-yes, sir. Very much," she answered breathlessly. Her head tilted to one side, giving me more room to nibble and kiss her neck.

Taking two steps back, I brought my hand down on her delicious ass, not giving any warning. It was juicy as hell and bounced with the impact.

"D-did I do something wrong, sir?" Emma's voice was husky and confused.

"No, Bella, you did nothing wrong," I assured her. "Sometimes, pain doesn't have to be a punishment. It can be a reward, or whatever you want it to be. Besides, I've longed to do this to you since the second I saw you," I said. Caressing her ass cheek– I soothed the pain before I spanked her again.

Each time a little harder, testing her limits.

Emma moaned after each hit and grew louder by the second. She was finally in her element.

The way that her ass jiggled as my palm made contact was mesmerizing to watch. And the feel of her juicy flesh... fuck, that was really something else. Between spanking her, I kneaded her ass, massaging the ache.

After twenty hits, I stopped and admired my work. Her ass was glowing a dark pink, and the imprint of my hand looked great on her.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear.

I turned around at the sound of someone else walking up and smirked at the look of hunger in Mateo's eyes. He walked up to her front, making her sandwiched between us. I knew how much Gideon wanted to join in, but even in his furious state, he knew it wasn't a good idea. I guess he would just have to watch...

Mateo's hand dipped between her legs, "You're so fucking wet for us. Did Callan cause this? Did his spanking make you dripping wet?"

Emma made a sound of agreement.

"Say the words," Mateo ordered.

"Yes, S-sir. The spanking made me wetter. I loved it," she moaned.

Looking at me over her shoulder, Mateo asked, "What should we do to her?"

An idea came to mind, and I smiled slyly. "How many orgasms do you think she could handle? Nine?"

Mateo laughed, "I think our girl can take more. Don't you, gorgeous? Can you take eleven?"

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