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  “I don’t need two hours.” She looked to her other masters for support. “I’m ready now. Besides, if I have to wait that long, I might talk myself out of everything, and I don’t want to miss this chance.”

  “Are you already questioning my orders, little girl?” Storm pushed her off his lap and turned her to face him.

  But Master Stanley tugged her face around toward him. “Before you step into that office, baby, you are the one in control. If you decide to show up or run away, it will be your choice alone.”

  Master Steven grabbed a fistful of her brown hair and pulled her his way. “But once you make your choice, you can follow orders like a good little girl… or a naughty little girl.”

  “Three times the fun.” Master Storm nipped at her neck and she reached up an unsteady hand to rub the tender spot. “Your office in two hours. Santa wants you on his lap again, only this time you will be facing the floor, and your ass will be bare. Once you’ve atoned for any naughty actions, we can get down to fulfilling our wish list.”

  Chapter 4

  All the residents remaining at the home for the holiday were settled in for the night. Most of the elderly occupants had been checked out by family members to spend the holiday with loved ones. The skeleton staff gathered in the living area, playing Dirty Santa. Jeffrey was holding up a huge pair of granny panties. Others laughed, but he did not seem to see the humor.

  Panties! Kelli froze mid-step on her way to the office where her three masters waited. When dressing for the party, she had taken get care to dress properly and style her tight curls into some semblance of order. Little thought was spent considering the underthings she wore. The urge to peek under the collar of her dress was strong, but she forced herself to move into a secluded spot first.

  White. She had on boring, virginal undergarments. Three worldly doms were mere feet away, ready to grace her with their undivided attention and she had decided to don a dull set of white panties. Kelli could not even be sure they were a new pair. What if they had stains from the few times she had not anticipated starting her period correctly?

  There was no way she could follow through with meeting the masters now. Even if she was dying to know what might happen… Who was she kidding? There were no ifs. She wanted to explore this exciting new avenue. But at what cost? Could she handle a one night stand? Would she even be able to keep the attention of one lover, much less three? Would her relationship with sweet Maggie be compromised? Her job? Her comfortable, safe existence?

  The chances of her ever getting another offer similar to tonight’s were slim to none. Especially from three sexy, perfect male specimens like Masters Steven, Stan and Storm. Oh, that last name made her knees go weak again. She wanted him. Hell, Kelli want them all. Tonight. Right this moment.

  She started marching toward her office again, increasing her pace, hoping she wouldn’t chicken out again. Kelli had already retreated five times and her two hour time limit was fading fast. “I will make this work. I’m a big girl, capable of handling any awkward situations which occur because of fulfilling my fantasies. Who knows? I might discover reverse harem is wonderful in concept but weird in application.”

  Grabbing the door handle, taking a deep breath, she threw caution to the wind.

  Master Stanley was fidgeting with the computer to the left of her desk. His long, strong fingers were expertly stroking the keys making Kelli resent the damn keyboard.

  Master Steven was prowling the room, unable to stay still while waiting for her to make her decision. He licked his lips as his eyes raked across her body when she entered.

  Master Storm was sitting at the edge of her desk, his strong arms crossed in a lazy, arrogant manner. He did not appear concerned about her agreeing to play. In fact, he looked piqued to have been kept waiting so long. “It’s a about time, little girl. I thought I might have to come fetch you myself. What you lack in experience is made up by your gumption. Though the idea might scare you shitless, the girl who won over our mother’s respect and love is strong enough to face her fears.”

  “I thought we agreed bringing up any mention of Mother was an unwise move,” Master Steven, his jeans snugged tightly across his erection, admonished his oldest brother.

  Suit brother, Master Stanley had been defragging the hard drive of the computer, but he abandoned the task to come stand behind her.

  He was blocking the exit, Kelli realized with surprise. Had they been as uncertain about the entire situation as she was? Not Master Storm, she told herself as his dark eyes watched her every move. He knew she would not be able to ignore this experience. Hell, he had even suggested he would have come out to get her if she dared back out now.

  “Do you have our health records pulled up so Kelli can review them?” He did not break eye contact with her as he addressed Master Stanley, but he did narrow his lids when he heard his brother cough uncomfortably.

  “The damn computer was running so slow, so I decided to run a scan for viruses.” Master Stanley explained and Kelli almost giggled at the growl Santa gave him in response.

  “My health records probably aren’t as easy to access, I’m afraid. But I am in perfect health. No STDs or illness to be concerned with.” Did she really just say that out loud, as if such conversation was natural?

  “Birth control?” Master Steven asked, coming to stand close to her right side.

  His erection stood proudly between his jeans and his body. She longed to reach out and run her hand over the denim. What color her panties might be no longer mattered, because her new worry was for their discovery of how soaked the garment now was. Could they smell her arousal? Did the scent repulse or please them?

  “I’m on the pill.” Her own voice sounded foreign to Kelli, husky and breathless with desire.

  “Are you opposed to bareback?” Master Stanley asked. Her ignorance of the term most have been obvious because he quickly rephrased the question. “If you prefer we use condoms, we will respect your wishes.”

  “Does using them affect sex?” She blushed as she muttered the concern.

  “Not for you, baby girl.” Master Storm stood up and came to stand in front of her. He grasped her chin and pulled it up until her neck strained, but she was looking straight into his dark eyes. “This is about you tonight. We will take precautions until you learn to trust us.”

  Disappointed, she spoke without stopping to think about the wisdom. “So much for demanding my trust before moving into playtime.”

  Master Stanley laughed out loud and Master Steven let out a whistle of surprise. Master Storm only increased the pressure he applied to the base of her neck. “Are you challenging me, naughty, brave little girl? Step out of your dress.”

  The order baffled her at first. Whatever she’d expected him to say, ‘step out of your dress’ was not even a wild guess. Pretending to be more comfortable with things than she was, Kelli tried to appear sexy as she reached back to pull down her zipper. The damn teeth refused to budge and she had to move her arm at an awkward angle to try to fix the issue.

  Now Master Steven was chuckling too.

  Glaring at him, she felt it was rude of him to call attention to her fumbling attempts. In the books she read, the heroes were more refined and accommodating.

  Master Storm’s eyes rolled and he backhanded his brothers into silence. Then the stern, unspoken leader of the group, took care of the situation himself. Turning her around, he made fast work of the zipper and the bodice of the dress almost slipped down Kelli’s creamy shoulders.

  Reaching up frantically, she forgot all about trying to appear experienced and held the parting fabric up.

  Master Stanly made a tsking sound and reached out to pull her hands away.

  The green, silken material fell victim of gravity and her small, high breasts were soon exposed to the cool air of the room – and the hungry eyes of her masters. None of them showed signs of being disappointed and for the first time in her life, Kelli was proud of her slender frame. She felt beautiful,
marveling at the response of these proud, dominate men.

  The material gathered at her hips she realized, glancing down. Her white panties were close to being exposed, wiping away any doubt of her inexperience. If she managed to survive this night, she promised to toss out all her boring underthings and replace them with sexy items: thongs, crotchless, colorful panties!

  Starting to reach down and stop the dress from falling down further, Kelli flinched when Storm ordered her to stay still. Her hands stopped moving, and she felt silly with them frozen still in midair. Her mind longed to obey, but her body refused to cooperate. She swayed side to side and Master Stanley’s lips went very tight. It took her a moment to realize that he was biting back the urge to laugh.

  Master Steven at least made an effort to hide his amusement behind a large hand he lifted over his mouth.

  The green material was suddenly swept down her hips and Kelli realized Master Storm was tired of wasting time. He had a single focus, she decided. He meant to make her ache, have some strong response to this experience. Master was dedicated to showing her what living out her fantasies would be like. Then she would be able to decide if it was something she really wanted to repeat in the future.

  A loud groan sounded as her modest, white panties came into view. Frustrated, Kelli started glaring at Master Stanley first. But no sound had passed his thin lips.

  Master Steven hunched his shoulders and his eyes darted toward the eldest brother.

  Storm’s mouth was still slightly parted. “Good Lord, little girl. How the hell are we supposed to prolong our experience when you look so damn incredible? Hand over those pretty panties immediately.”

  His voice was demanding and she responded quickly. Pulling off the white cloth, she bowed her head shyly as she held them up for him to take. He lifted the material to his nose and inhaled deeply. “We have ourselves a very naughty little girl, gentlemen. See for yourself.”

  Masters Steven and Stanley examined the material, sniffing and fingering the damp portions. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?” someone asked, as Storm stood with a stone face, openly admiring every inch of her small frame.

  Crap, she had forgotten to landscape last night. Kelli cursed her lazy grooming habits. After tonight, she would get waxed regularly. Still fighting to stand still, she tried to slowly edge her hands to block the general region. In unison, three voices ordered her to freeze.

  Master Steven redeemed himself with his next statement. “Never shield your perfect body from us. Doing so will always end with you having a painful consequence.”

  Walking behind the desk, Master Stanley pulled out the wooden chair. He made a production of carrying it to the middle of the office and setting it down by his brother Storm. “Santa, I think you might need to address a young lady’s poor choices.”

  Master Storm yanked off the fake mustache and beard. The overstuffed coat followed and Kelli sucked in her breath as his taut, tanned stomach came into view. The man must exercise daily to sport such an impressive six pack. A black belt held his red, velvet pants in place. Would he remove them, too?

  He didn’t and Kelli, frozen with her hands at an unnatural angle, fought a frustrated groan. Locking her with a pointed expression, he crooked his finger for her to approach.

  Overthinking things, she did not move. Was it a trick? Be still. Come here.

  Taking pity on her, Master Stanley pushed her forward.

  Master Storm made a production of settling her across his legs, lifting her hips until her feet no longer touched the floor.

  Squealing, she felt as if she would slide onto her head.

  “You weigh next to nothing, naughty girl. Stop thrashing around. Trust me.”

  It was an order and she complied as if it was the most natural reaction. Kelli could only imagine what she looked like, perched upside down of a sexy Santa’s hard lap. At least the other occupants of the room carried out a conversation on what they saw, filling in the details she couldn’t.

  “Have you ever seen a more round, flawless ass?” Though she had only spent a limited time with these men, she knew without a doubt the comment came from Master Steven.

  “She has fair skin, Master Storm. You might have to warm her up before we try applying any real punishment.” Business suit Master Stanley sounded so clinical she almost didn’t focus on the last part of his statement. Real punishment? What, exactly, had she signed on for when she came willingly to this room?

  “Notice how she clenches her butt just thinking about what is to come. Do you two still doubt my assertion that she is an innocent?” Storm’s arrogant words made her go stiff.

  “I am not a virgin, dammit!” Kelli shouted at them all, trying to pull herself up so she could let them see her anger.

  A sharp, just short of painful smack landed, as Storm shifted, forcing her back into proper position.

  “Did you notice the little bounce when your hand connected?”

  One of the other masters sounded thrilled. Definitely Steven, Kelli decided. He did not try to hide his feelings and never disguised his passionate thoughts before speaking. She could learn to respect that about him.

  “Hell, your palm print is so damn hot against her pale skin. My turn.”

  Had she once been jealous of a damn keyboard? Kelli yelped as Master Stanley brought down a hard hand on the other side of her ass. This was far from appealing, her logical side shouted inside Kelli’s head. The message did not travel down to her lower body. She found herself responding, moisture pooling from her body and drenching Santa’s velvet suit.

  “I’m not going to get to take my belt to her delightful ass tonight, am I?”

  Kelli found the courage to raise her hand up in Master Steven’s general direction and her middle finger lifted defiantly.

  Storm’s loud chuckling assured her that he, at least, was not going to take issue with her rude gesture.

  The next slap across her ass landed crisscross over the first handprint. Yeah, she kind of expected that response. Kelli lowered her hand and decided to use it to help hold herself still. Many more spanks followed, some light, others with a sting, the only pattern she noted was three sets of hands took turns reddening her ass.

  “Not that I begrudge you three your fun, but when, exactly, can I expect a bit more action on my part in this playtime we are sharing?”

  Chapter 5

  The thick finger which breached her channel shocked Kelli into silence. Shame crept over her body at the ease the probing digit sank inside.

  Storm’s mocking reply shut her up. “If we allow you much more of an active role, you would be climaxing all over my lap. Keep up the sassy attitude and I will have you take responsibility for having this suit dry cleaned. It’s rented and your ‘passive’ response might be the end of its usefulness.”

  “Maybe we can find a better use for her mouth besides being disrespectful to her masters?” It would be Steven to bring things around to oral sex. While she did not necessarily object to the practice, Kelli had never been overly fond of it. The only boyfriend who had managed to coax her into taking him in her mouth had left a bad taste. He had been struggling to rise to the occasion and assured her that giving him oral sex was the only viable solution. Either he had been impotent, or she was horrible at the skill. Finding out which was true was not something she wanted to discover during her fantasy exploration session.

  “On your knees, naughty little girl. For the most part, you’ve accepted your punishment well. Time for a reward.” Master Storm sounded serious and she hated to contradict him, but she doubted any of them would enjoy what came next. Still, she had agreed to be open to new things when she came in this office. Dutifully she gained her balance and knelt before the chair.

  “Do you like candy canes? Chocolate? Licorice?” Master Stanley asked in such a sincere voice, Kelli nodded to all three suggestions, wondering what they had to do with the topic at hand. The three men shared a delighted grin before he walked away to grab something out of
her eye range. “I’m licorice,” he announced, passing two bottles to his brothers.

  Kelli was mesmerized as she watched him slowly strip off his suit and pull out an impressive hard on. Then he squeezed a bottle of something mysterious into the palm of his hand and started coating his cock with it.

  Edible lotion, Kelli realized. Maybe this next part would not be so unpleasant at all.

  He came to stand beside her, his hand gripping his manhood, but making no move to pull it her way. He was letting her set her own pace. His thoughtfulness warmed her heart.

  She could learn to love a man who understood when she hesitated.

  He was long and thick. There was nothing soft about him, especially the impressive member awaiting her attention. She shuffled her knees, turning to face him straight on. Tentative fingers shyly reaching up to grasp his shaft. The lotion made it slippery, and she found it easy to stroke him at a steady pace.

  She eyed the cock, wondering if it would even fit properly, without cutting off her air supply. Just the tip, she promised herself. Nice and slow, Kelli instructed herself. Have a little lick at least.

  The sensation was odd. The licorice took on a unique flavor, partly a mixture sweet and sour associated with the treat, and a musky, but glorious taste which had to be supplied by Master Stanley. His head arched backward as she took more and more of him inside her hot mouth, working him in and out, her hand stimulating any area not engulfed by her lips.

  “Don’t lose your focus, brother.” Storm’s warning stilled Master Stanley’s bucking hips and he slowly eased himself out of her grasp, breathing heavily and shaking his head with regret.

  “I hope you like chocolate at least half as much as you do licorice,” Master Steven announced as he dropped his jeans. He was as generously endowed as his sibling.

  Kelli shifted her body as she studied him. Would he have a similar taste to his brother? When he started to spread dark liquid on his cock, she thrilled in his haste to prepare for her attention. A feeling of power urged her to be bolder. She pulled the top inside as her hands wrapped around his base. Definitely a similar taste as Master Stanly, but not completely. This combination was much sweeter, and she lost any distaste she previously held about giving oral sex.