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Now, in only her bra and panties, she stood in front of us in my living room, her chest heaving with the force of her uneven breaths.
My turn.
I prowled toward her, lifting my hand to her face. When she flinched, I grabbed her chin, squeezing tight and drawing it toward me as I stared her in the eyes. “He said strip, princess.”
A lone tear trickled down her cheek. Finally.
Shaking, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. I didn’t let my eyes drop to the temptation of her naked breasts, just squeezed her chin harder as she dropped the bra and pushed her panties down and over her hips. I released her face with a jerk as they fell to the floor.
“Good girl,” I whispered and allowed myself to take in the sight of her as I backed away. Ginevra was stunning, with long wavy hair, a dark brown that was almost black, her heart-shaped face, her luscious breasts and slightly curved belly, and her perfectly round hips and a pussy to die for, shaved bare and open to my gaze.
She was wet.
Sweet Jesus in heaven, this gorgeous creature who we intended to send home crying and whimpering, was fucking wet for us.
Cormac saw it, too. His tongue darted out over his full lips as he took in the pretty sight. Liam was blatant about his appreciation of her, roving his eyes up and down her body and adjusting his hard-on.
“Have you eaten?” I asked her, keeping my voice soft and gentle.
She looked at me, her eyes watery with unshed tears. “What?”
“Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“You told me we’d have dinner here,” she answered, her voice tremulous and subdued.
I slid the collar Cormac had left on the end table into my hands and approached her. She shook her head to refuse it, but didn’t back away. From behind her, I looped the black leather around her neck and cinched it shut.
She shuddered, sniffling before visibly fighting to calm herself. Once she settled, I jerked my head toward the dining room. “Follow me, princess.” I didn’t wait to see if she’d follow. I knew she would.
Cormac had preparedthe dining room well. To the right of my seat at the head of the table laid a soft and luxurious pillow. “Kneel,” I instructed our sweet lamb, pointing toward the pillow.
Ginevra gasped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What part of ‘ours for twenty-four hours’ did you not understand?” Liam asked, sitting down in his place to my left.
Cormac pulled out the chair to my right, sitting without ceremony. “Ginevra, this is going to be a very long evening if you don’t learn to obey.”
She shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what we were asking her to do. Cormac sighed and swung his hand back, spanking her once, hard. Ginevra jumped and cried out. Cormac and I stood, enjoying the perfect bounce of her ass. We watched it turn red, admiring the outline of his handprint against her olive skin.
“Kneel,” he snapped.
She knelt beside me, shuddering and struggling to hold back tears.
I sat and pushed in my chair, ruffling my hand through her long hair and gently scratching along her scalp.
At my request, our chef left finger foods and dishes easy to cut into small bites. The three of us dug in, keeping our chatter to inconsequential subjects, each of us desperate to pretend this meal was normal, like any of the hundreds of meals we’d shared since we met as children on the wrong side of the tracks.
I cut a slice of steak, thin and pink, and held my fork out to Ginevra. She glared at me with disdain in her eyes, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Eat, princess,” I commanded, keeping my voice soft.
Cormac tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked it backward. “He said, eat. Open your mouth, slut.”
As tears spilled out of her eyes, she opened her mouth. I placed my fork on top of her tongue, and she closed it, chewing the steak and swallowing.
“Good girl,” Cormac said, his touch turning gentle as he took his turn tenderly digging his fingers into her scalp in a soothing massage. “That was perfect,” he murmured, keeping his voice low and comforting.
When he held a canapé covered in cheese in front of her, she leaned forward to bite it in half. She chewed and swallowed, then gave the second half a long look before peering up through her lashes at Cormac. Unable to take it without wrapping her lips around his fingers, she took them into her mouth too, then waited. “Oh, fuck yes, that’s a good girl,” he murmured, when she sucked on his fingers before he pulled them out of her mouth.
Ginevra sat at our feet in silence, trembling, her breath uneven. When I fed her another bite of steak, she accepted it without complaint.
