Lacey lay on the bathroom floor wearing nothing but a fox tail, and all I could think was that I’d had a crush on this woman since I was old enough to have wet dreams and not once had I pictured this.
She was still trembling from what Derrick had done to her in the shower. The tail swayed when she breathed. It was barely noticeable, but my cock noticed anyway.
Derrick’s hand rested on the small of her back, thumb tracing idle patterns on her spine.
“You’re not done, babygirl.”
The words left my mouth before I’d finished thinking them, as per usual. Lacey’s head turned on the tile, her cheek pressing flat against the wet surface, and she looked up at me through a curtain of damp hair with eyes that were glassy and unfocused.
“Alex…” Her voice was hoarse.
I knelt on the tile beside her and brushed the hair off her face. Her skin was hot under my fingertips, feverish almost, and when I tucked the strand behind her ear she turned into the contact.
I bent and pressed my mouth against the inside of her thigh.
Her leg jumped. Not away from me, just a reflex. I kissed the same spot again, slower, letting my lips linger, and felt the tension in her thigh begin to dissolve.
I trailed my mouth higher. Soft, unhurried kisses along the tender skin of her inner thigh. Her legs parted a fraction.
When my lips reached the junction of her thigh and hip, I paused.
She was looking at me. I could feel it without raising my head. I kissed the crease where her leg met her pelvis and heard her exhale, a long, trembling release that sounded like someone putting down something heavy they’d been carrying for miles.
She thought I was going to be gentle.
That was my role, wasn’t it? The sweet one. The romantic one. The brother who cupped her face and called her babygirl and kissed her like she was the only person who existed.
But tonight she needed it rough from all three of us, and I wasn’t going to drop the ball.
I lifted my head and looked up at Derrick, then at Landon.
“You’re going to hold her down for me.”
Lacey’s eyes widened. “What—”
“Get her on the bed. Pin her there.”
Derrick’s face split into a grin, surprise mixed with something like pride. He scooped Lacey off the floor in one fluid motion, her wet body leaving a damp impression on the tile, and carried her through the doorway into the bedroom. She squirmed in his arms, the tail swinging wildly.
“Put me—Alex, what are you—”
He deposited her on the bed on her back. She scrambled to sit up, but Landon’s hands found her wrists and pressed them back against the mattress above her head. Climbing onto the bed himself, Derrick straddled Lacey, one knee on each side, facing her feet. After lowering his body so just enough of his weight was resting on Lacey to pin her torso firmly to the bed, he bent forward slightly to slide his hands under her knees.
Then, in a single fluid motion, he lifted and spread her legs, pulling them up and back far enough that he could lock one of her ankles under his left arm and the other under his right.
The tail lay curled across the sheets between Lacey’s parted cheeks, and just above her plugged bottom hole her pussy was on even more shameful display, flushed pink and soaking wet.
She pulled against Landon’s grip. Not with any real intent to escape, just enough to know she couldn’t even if she tried harder.
“Alex, I swear to God—”
I climbed onto the bed and lowered my mouth to her pussy.
The first lick was gentle. A single, slow pass of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, tasting her. A barely suppressed moan escaped her lips.
I licked her gently again.
Her body relaxed by a degree, and her hips began to rock in a gentle rhythm against my tongue. She was settling into it, getting comfortable.
Good.
I pulled my mouth away.
“Sometimes you need it rough even from me, babygirl.”
I brought my hand up and slapped her pink, swollen lips.
The crack of my palm was sharp and wet, and Lacey’s entire body did its best to jackknife off the mattress, but with my brothers holding her in place she went nowhere.
I slapped her pink lips again, harder.
“Fuck! Alex—oh my God—”
A third slap, aimed lower, caught her inner lips and the tender opening beneath them.
I looked at her. Her spanked pussy was now even more drenched than her unspanked pussy had been. Lowering my mouth close to those slick, stinging lips, I blew on them, a long, slow exhale that drew a soft, surrendered moan from Lacey.
Then I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, hard, while my tongue worked the swollen bud in rapid, relentless circles, pleasuring her with an aggression I’d been saving up for ten years.
Startled gasps gave way to a continuous, rising wail.
Pulling her clit between my lips, I rolled it gently, then more roughly, then released it and drove my tongue inside her as deep as it would reach.
“Oh God—oh God, oh God—Alex—”
I pulled back and slapped her pussy twice more, sharp rapid strikes that made her scream, and then my mouth was on her again before the sting had faded, my tongue soothing the flesh my hand had just punished. Her hips were now lifting to meet my mouth instead of pulling away.
She broke.
The orgasm tore through her, her body writhing desperately, but I didn’t stop.
I didn’t even slow down.
My tongue kept working through one orgasm and into another, which arrived so close behind the first it might have been the same one refusing to end. Lacey writhed furiously, but even her best efforts couldn’t buck Derrick off her or stop my tongue from keeping up its rough treatment of her helpless clit.
My babygirl needed to know that I could make her come hard.
Lacey was gasping. I bit down gently on her clit and she came again, long and desperate.
“That’s three,” Derrick pointed out casually. He seemed to be enjoying watching Lacey tamed with my tongue alone nearly as much as I was enjoying doing the taming.
I gave her a fourth, just to show her how easily I could.
Her body fought it, overstimulated muscles trying to push away from a pleasure that had crossed the line into being way too intense, but my brothers held her down and I made her take it.
When her climax finally subsided, I kissed her inner thigh gently, then pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. My cock was painfully hard, straining against the fabric of my pants.
That’s when I saw the look on Landon’s face as his eyes roamed over Lacey’s flushed, spent body. My cock demanded that I tell this motherfucker to wait his turn, but something in his expression told me Landon had mischief planned that would involve me in a way I would enjoy.
Without a word, he picked up a chair from the corner of the room, set it beside the bed, and sat down. Then, after checking to be sure Lacey’s eyes were definitely on him, he patted his thigh.
I watched Lacey’s face, and the blush that bloomed across her cheeks confirmed that she remembered exactly what had happened the last time she’d been draped over Landon’s knee.
“Come here, little pet,” Landon said, with the last word sounding like he was trying it out and had decided he liked it.
Lacey sat up slowly. The fox tail brushed the sheets as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and I saw the way her breath caught when the plug shifted inside her.
She got to her feet, wobbled, caught herself on the nightstand, and then walked to Landon and stood beside his chair, naked and flushed and wearing nothing but a tail, and waited.
Landon reached up and guided her across his lap.
Her stomach settled across his thighs and her hands found the floor on one side while her legs dangled on the other, the fox tail rising from between her cheeks and draping across the small of her back.
Landon smoothed his palm over her ass, then looked at me across Lacey’s prone form. “Sit.”
I pulled off my pants and boxers, settled into the remaining chair, and positioned it so Lacey’s head was between my knees. From this angle, I could see the entire length of her body draped over Landon’s lap. Her face was turned toward me, with her hair hanging in wet ropes.
Landon’s first spank landed without warning.
The crack filled the bedroom and Lacey’s whole body lurched forward, her gasp turning into a yelp when Landon’s hand immediately rose and fell again. He wasn’t building up gradually this time. He started hard and stayed hard, his palm connecting with the fullest part of her right cheek and then the left in a rapid, alternating rhythm that quickly turned her skin from pink to red.
The tail bounced with each impact, and I could tell every shift of the plug was sending bursts of mingled shame and arousal straight to her core.
“Now show my brother what a good little pet you can be,” Landon commanded, giving Lacey a brief moment between swats to process this instruction before resuming the stinging slaps.
I stroked myself once, slowly, and watched her eyes drop to my cock. Her tongue swept across her lower lip. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around the base and pulled it into her mouth all in one motion. She’d clearly made a decision, and that decision was to suck my cock like a good girl because her bare ass was already on fire and the spanking wasn’t slowing down.
I leaned forward in the chair, giving her the angle she needed. Her lips parted around the head of my cock just as Landon’s hand cracked against her ass yet again, and her moan vibrated down my entire shaft.
I buried my hand in her damp hair and held on.
She sucked me with a desperation that matched her situation. Each spank drove her mouth forward onto my cock, and she used the momentum, taking me deeper with every swat.
Landon paused, his hand circling the reddened skin, spreading the heat, and Lacey whimpered around my cock. The vibration made my hips jerk forward. She gagged slightly, recovered, and took me deeper, her throat working around the head as it pushed past her tongue.
“Spank her harder,” I said.
Landon looked at me across her body. His eyebrows rose a fraction.
“She can take it. She wants it. Or at least she needs it.”
He brought his hand down with renewed force and Lacey screamed, the sound coming out muffled around my cock. I gripped her hair tighter and kept my cock buried deep down her throat.
Derrick had positioned himself on the bed behind the chair where Landon sat, leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out. His hand rested casually on his own cock through his pants, and every so often his eyes would track the swing of the fox tail with obvious enjoyment.
The spanking had settled into a merciless tempo. Landon worked from the tops of her cheeks to tops of her thighs and back again, covering every inch of her perfect ass, which was a deep, angry scarlet now, radiating heat I could practically see. The plug’s base gleamed between her reddened cheeks, the tail cascading down past the crease of her thighs.
With Landon’s stinging slaps as motivation, she was sucking my cock like a very good girl, and I rewarded her by pulling back from her throat. Her tongue found a swirling pattern around the head that she deployed every third or fourth stroke, unpredictable enough that each occurrence sent a bolt of pleasure through me that ratcheted the tension one notch higher. I was getting close.
“I’m going to come, babygirl.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
She moaned in response and took me deep again. Her throat constricted around me and I could feel the muscles of her neck working, accommodating my length while Landon’s hand continued its assault on her ass. Her fingertips dug into my thighs hard enough to leave marks.
I came hard, my hips lifting off the chair as my cock pulsed deep in her throat. She swallowed around me in long, rhythmic pulls, taking everything, and the sensation of her throat milking my cock was so intense I thought for a moment I might be the one to black out this time.
I held her there until the last pulse faded, my hand still fisted in her hair, her lips still sealed around the base of my shaft, before I finally released her.
She pulled off slowly, her tongue cleaning the underside of my cock as she withdrew, then lay across Landon’s knee, panting. She looked absolutely spent.
“Good girl,” I said softly, and her eyes fluttered closed.
Landon hadn’t come. That fact was obvious from the way he was sitting, his jaw tight, his breathing carefully controlled, his cock straining visibly against his pants beneath Lacey’s hip. His hand rested on her spanked bottom, palm flat, feeling the heat he’d generated.
He looked at Derrick.
“I need a collar and leash for our pet.”
Derrick’s face lit up. He pushed off the bed, disappeared into the hallway, and returned in under thirty seconds carrying a leather collar and a braided leather leash, both black, both clearly not purchased on impulse. He’d been keeping these ready. Probably for years.
Derrick knelt beside Lacey, who was still draped over Landon’s knee, and held the collar where she could see it. She opened her eyes and looked at it, and the expression that crossed her face was a mix of fear, desire, and the flickering edge of the total surrender she’d been inching toward all morning.
Derrick buckled the collar around her throat, snug but not tight, the silver O-ring hanging at the hollow of her throat. Then he clipped the leash to the ring and stood, wrapping the leather twice around his hand.
Lacey slid off Landon’s knee onto unsteady feet. Derrick gave the leash a gentle tug and she stepped toward him, and the sight of Lacey Sinclair walking naked across a bedroom floor on a leash with a fox tail swinging between her thighs was so far beyond anything my brain had been capable of imagining prior to this point that I had to grip the arms of my chair just to stay seated.
Derrick led her in a slow circuit of the room.
The leash maintained gentle tension between them as she walked, and the tail swayed hypnotically with each step. Arousal was dripping down the flushed, glistening skin of her thighs.
I leaned over to Landon, who was still seated in his chair, cock hard, hands on his knees, watching Derrick parade our naked, collared pet around the room.
“The tail is hiding her cute little bottom hole,” I murmured.
Landon cut me a sideways glance. “It won’t be hiding it for long.”
My cock, which had no business recovering this quickly, stirred at the promise in his voice.
Derrick brought Lacey back to the center of the room and stopped. She stood there, collared and leashed and tailed, her spanked ass glowing crimson, and she looked at us with those dark eyes that still held fire despite everything we’d done to her.
Landon stood. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of its loops, and the sound made Lacey flinch. But this time he set it aside, unfastened his pants, and freed his cock.
He was hard enough that a bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip, and when he wrapped his hand around himself and stroked once, slow and deliberate, I thought for a second he was about to finish right then and there.
Derrick held the leash in one hand and reached for the base of the fox tail with the other. Lacey looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide.
“Derrick, wait—”
He gripped the base of the plug and twisted. She gasped, her back arching, the muscles of her stomach going taut. Then he began to withdraw the plug, easing it out with the same patience he’d used to insert it, and Lacey whimpered as the widest point stretched her open.
Then Derrick set the tail aside on the bed and Lacey stood there, her tight hole clenching around nothing, waiting for what she knew was coming next.
“She’s ready for you,” Derrick said, and there was something almost ceremonial about it.
Landon stepped behind Lacey. His hand found the back of her neck, below the collar, and guided her forward until she was bent at the waist with her palms on the mattress. The position put her ass at exactly the right height, the tight ring of her anus still slightly dilated from the plug.
He gathered her arousal from between her thighs, slicking his fingers through the mess of her wetness, then spread it across the head of his cock.
Lacey’s head dropped between her arms. I could see her rapid breathing in the motion of her ribs, fast and shallow. “Landon…” she whispered.
“I know, little pet.” His free hand settled on the small of her back, steadying her. “Breathe.”
Then he pressed the head of his cock against her bottom hole and pushed forward.
Her groan was low and sustained, a single note that rose higher as he sank deeper, her fingers fisting the sheets as he buried himself fully. I watched her body resist and then yield, the tight ring stretching around his girth in a slow, relentless acceptance.
Lacey’s eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth hung open. A muscle in her jaw flickered, and then her expression transformed as Landon bottomed out inside her, something between agony and rapture settling across her features.
“Oh—”
“That’s it.” Landon’s voice was controlled, barely, the muscles in his forearms standing out as he gripped her hip with one hand and held the leash, which Derrick had passed to him, with the other. “Take all of me.”
He pulled back and pushed in again, building up a rhythm that constantly readjusted to her every moan and movement until her legs were barely holding up her weight.
I reached out and stroked her hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her.
She whimpered.
Landon’s pace increased. His strokes deepened, each thrust now accompanied by a grunt he couldn’t fully suppress. Derrick stood watching with his arms crossed, his cock hard again against the front of his soaked pants, his face full of barely leashed desire.
“Come for him, babygirl,” I whispered into her hair. “Come for us.”
Whether it was the command or the accumulated weight of everything that morning, Lacey’s orgasm detonated. Her whole body locked rigid, her bottom clenching visibly around Landon’s cock, and the scream that ripped out of her was raw. Her fingers tore at the sheets and her knees finally gave out and only Landon’s hands on her hips kept her from collapsing entirely.
He fucked her through it with three more hard, deep strokes and then buried himself to the root and came. His jaw locked, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief, his guttural growl building into an unrestrained roar as he pumped his seed deep into her.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them bent over the bed, his chest against her back, his forehead between her shoulder blades. The leash dangled between them, forgotten.
When he finally pulled out, he reached for the tail.
Picking it up from where Derrick had set it on the bed, he slid it back into Lacey’s bottom, letting the seed he’d left dripping from her serve as the only lube her stretched hole needed. The smooth motion drew a gasp from Lacey and a visible pulse of interest from Derrick.
Landon looked at our older brother and something passed between the twins that I’d seen a thousand times but never fully understood. Some frequency only they could hear.
“You’re welcome, Derrick,” Landon said. “Now go clean up your pet.”