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What a pity. I dressed as a bunny at Kristie’s Halloween party last year, and she seemed to think I looked incredibly sexy as one.
“We’ll lay down our rules, so we can stop talking and get to the actual f**king,” Ryan said, clicking his tongue against his teeth.
His hands were already wandering up my shirt—so much for ending our first conversation before doing anything. “Don’t talk back, ever. I think we’ve been trying to put that across for long enough. Don’t ask questions when you’re not allowed to. Don’t come until we ask you to.”
“You’ve already tried to establish that many times. I don’t think it’s working,” I said, with a slight taunting tone to my voice.
Mercilessly, his hand landed on my as**s. “What did I just say?”
Silently paying attention to Ryan, I sucked in a short breath.
Pleased that I followed his orders, he nodded. “Good. And as long as we’re in this room, you address us as either ‘sir’, or ‘master’. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” I wasn’t ready to move on to ‘master’ yet—it sounded too odd.
A strong sensation to submit to the brothers surged over me. I wanted them to dominate me and make me feel pleasures I’d never experienced before.
Ryan carried my frame to the bed and gently rested me on its soft sheets. “You're so f**king sexy right now, Scarlet. We're not going to stop. Not until you scream our names into our ears, over and over again.” He buckled two leather cuffs onto my ankles, while Riley proceeded to take off my blouse before securing my wrists. His eyes travelled across my writhing body as he moved, lightly brushing the tips of his fingers over my skin and sending small tremors to my nerves. "And remember, don't talk back."
“Understood, sir,” I replied in a half-truth. I knew I’d have a lot of trouble following all his orders, and it wasn’t my intention to do so. I would revel in the excitement of being controlled, but only for as long as I wanted to. After that, I’d fight them at every opportunity they let me and enjoy every single punishment they met out.
The thrill of being bound on the bed made my blood pulse in my ears. The men stripped off their tops and shredded their pants, revealing their toned bodies. Their pectorals were sinewy and rigid, as if they were carved from stone. They both looked like my perfect Greek gods, and I couldn’t wait to let them take me.
“I want to have you, right here and now,” Riley said, whispering into the curve of my neck and tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. “But I won’t, not until you learn how to obey.” He turned to his brother, and they shared a look.
Ryan cupped my waist in his hands and turned my body around so I was on all fours. “Ten for meeting up with Damien, five for talking back, and another five just because.”
He adjusted himself behind me, pressing his erect wood onto my exposed flesh but not entering. I hated whenever he did that. It made my core tighten. I pushed my hi**ps back, intending to satisfy myself, but no matter what I did, Ryan would stop me from getting what I sought and continued to add to my vexation.
“You’re not going to use the crop?” Riley asked, slight disappointment lacing his voice.
Without warning, the palm of Ryan’s hand landed on the cheek of my behind, sending a shockwave through me. I quivered under him, stifling a moan.
“One,” he counted. “No, I need to f**k her now. Right after this.” Another spank landed. “Two.”
He knew I didn’t like it too hard, so he made sure to control the amount of force he used. Yet, it hurt more than usual, and I was certain he hit me hard enough to redden my skin.
Ryan counted out each time he slapped my as**s. After the tenth slap, my head started to feel giddy with pleasure mixed with pain. Tears brimmed around the corner of my eyes—I didn’t know whether it happened because of how good it felt, or because of the sharp stinging on my skin. Each slap was accompanied by him thrusting his hi**ps forward, rubbing my pus**sy and tormenting me. I longed to just reach around and force his co**ck in.
I bit on my lip to stop myself from begging or saying please—begging for what, I didn’t know. I wanted him to stop, or at least I should’ve, but I loved the way he had me bent under him, submitting to his desires, completely pliable under his hands.
Riley knelt beside me, cupping my face with his strong arms and cooing. “It’ll be okay. Listen to us next time.” He made shushing sounds while stroking my hair, babying me while his brother dealt his punishment.
“Twenty,” Ryan finally said, after what seemed like an eternity. I had already turned numb. Tears had stained and wet my face. I didn’t notice the tears until the entire ordeal had ended. Maybe they were the reason why Riley felt the need to tell me everything was okay.
