Page 58 of Her Courage

"This might be a little cold," I warned before applying the first touch to her heated skin.

Lottie hissed at the contact, her body instinctively trying to arch away despite Andrei and Kaleb's restraining hands.

"Easy," I murmured, beginning to massage the lotion into her tender flesh with slow, circular motions. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As I worked, I could feel her gradually yielding to my touch, her muscles relaxing as the cool lotion soothed the sting. My fingers dipped occasionally into the crease where her thighs met her buttocks, not quite touching where I knew she wanted me most, but close enough to make her breath catch.

"Daddy C," she whispered, the title emerging as a breathless plea.

"Yes, little one?" I kept my voice deliberately casual, continuing my methodical massage as if I didn't know exactly what she wanted.

"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her legs wider despite her restrained position.

Kaleb leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "Use your words, baby girl. Tell Daddy C what you need."

"I need..." she swallowed audibly. "I need more."

"More what?" Andrei prompted, his fingers threading through her hair. "Be specific, kroshka."

"More touching," she managed, her voice strained with desire. "Lower. Please."

I slid my hands down to massage the backs of her thighs, deliberately misinterpreting her request. "Like this?"

Her frustrated groan made all three of us smile.

"No," she protested. "You know where."

"I'm afraid I don't," I replied, my voice innocent despite the hardness straining against my zipper. "You'll have to be very clear about what you want, little one."

"I want you to touch my pussy," she finally blurted out, her voice muffled against the bedspread but still perfectly audible. "Please, Daddy C."

The crude word coming from her lips sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock. Lottie rarely used such explicit language, preferring euphemisms or letting her body speak for her instead.

"Since you asked so nicely," I murmured, sliding one hand between her thighs to find her already slick with arousal. "My, my. Did your spanking get you this wet, or was it the lotion massage?"

"Both," she gasped as my fingers explored her folds. "Everything. All of you."

Andrei and Kaleb exchanged satisfied looks over her prone form, their hands still keeping her firmly in place as I began to work her with deliberate strokes. I circled her clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around the intrusion.

"God, she's soaked," I informed my partners, my voice rough with need. "Our little girl loves her punishment, doesn't she?"

"She certainly does," Kaleb agreed, bending to press kisses along her neck while keeping her securely held.

I worked her deliberately, building her pleasure with practiced precision. After all our time together, I knew exactly how to touch her to make her climb quickly—alternating pressure on her clit with deep thrusts of my fingers, occasionally brushing against that spot inside that made her gasp.

"Daddy," she moaned, her hips trying to buck against my hand despite being restrained. "Please, I'm close."

"Not yet," I commanded, slowing my movements. "I want you desperate first."

Her whimper of protest made my cock throb painfully, but I was determined to draw this out. Removing my fingers, I dropped to my knees behind her, replacing my hand with my mouth. The first broad stroke of my tongue against her center had her crying out sharply.

"Oh god!"

Andrei chuckled, tightening his grip slightly as she attempted to push back against my face. "Be still, kroshka. Let Daddy C work."

I lost myself in the taste of her, alternating between teasing her entrance with my tongue and sucking gently on her clit. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, a sure sign she was approaching her peak despite my slower pace.

Just as I felt her teetering on the edge, I pulled back, earning another desperate whimper.