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Elias smirked. “Daddy’s right-hand man doesn’t lie to him, Callie. You earned the punishment, and it’s his job to dole it out. There are rules and boundary lines that need to be adhered to, and you broke them. Just be thankful it’s not me giving you the fifteen.”
Tilting her chin up in challenge, Callie headed back toward the SUV with her companion beside her. Yanking the tiger’s tail probably wasn’t smart, but she was curious. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
He snorted. “Pain is the most flexible weapon in my punishment arsenal, little one. It goes hand in hand with pleasure, turning naughty girls into repentant ones without much effort.”
Well, shit. “H-How would you…”
“Punish you?” When she nodded, he pursed his lips. “Ordinarily, I like impact toys, but your aversion to the cane and belts would limit my options slightly. For today’s infractions, I’d tie you to the bed with your ass in the air, and edge the fight right out of you. Bring you to the point of orgasm again and again until the sheets are wet with tears.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs.
“When you were suitably submissive, I’d spank you. Five times on each cheek, hard enough to leave handprints and make you whimper an apology with each one. The last five would strike your pussy, your juices spurting beneath the pressure of my fingers.”
Oh fuck, her panties were wet. Breath catching in her throat, Callie whispered, “You’d let me come, right?”
His laugh was dark and rich, the way it became when he was aroused. “If you were a good girl and controlled yourself, you’d come all over my cock while I pounded your pretty pussy like it was my last night on earth. My guess is, you’d be a bad girl and come from your cunt being spanked.”
The bluntness of his statement and her own dizzying lust resulted in her feet tangling. She toppled forward, her hands already moving in front of her body to save her face from crashing into the ground, but an arm lashed around her waist and halted her fall.
“You’ve got a masochist streak in you, little one.”
“I don’t like pain.”
Elias set her on her feet, brushing a lock of hair away from her face before stepping back. “Pain isn’t the crux of the issue, Callie. It’s trust. Trusting the person giving you what you crave. Trusting they know how much you can take. Trusting they won’t abuse that limit for their own gain. Evander won’t break that confidence if you give it to him.”
She slid her eyes in his direction. “Can I trust you?”
“Always. But you’re not mine.”
They’d shared her, she thought. Evander’s bond with him ran deep, strong enough to form a brotherly relationship between them. “But you want me to be…”
He didn’t look at her as they approached the SUV. “Yes.”
“Does Evander want to share me with you…all the time?”
Elias sighed and lost enough composure to run a hand over his face. “I don’t know, Callie. All I’m sure of is that unless I’m invited, your relationship with him is strictly between you two. I don’t poach, I don’t trespass. I won’t ruin something he’s been waiting for since before I met him, and I won’t destroy the best thing that’s happened to you since Daniel the Dick.”
Huh. He was convinced all he had to offer was ruination and destruction, wasn’t he?
Callie frowned and opened her mouth to argue his negativity, but he simply shook his head. With an almost angry flair, he yanked open the rear door of the SUV and gestured for her to climb in.
“Elias—”
“Enough has been said, little miss. Discussing it further will only invite trouble. Now, in you go. It’s cold, and he’ll worry if you catch a chill.”
Slightly irritated, she threw herself onto the back seat with a huff. “Whatever you say, Mr. Bossy Pants. I was just going to tell you that I wouldn’t mind being shared if that’s what you both wanted, but obviously the illustrious stick wedged in your colon is slowly assuming control of any rational thinking.”
“Brat,” he growled, but as the door slammed shut, she took great satisfaction in hearing his short, sharp, “Fuck.”
Perhaps she wasn’t any good at the games men and women played—flirtation, seduction, and whatnot—but she’d successfully made the first move in what would either be an incredibly brief round of checkers, or a long and complicated chess match.
Never in her life had one man wanted her the way Evander did. It baffled her thattwocould be interested in showing her affection. Was it wrong that she felt an urge to dabble her toes in the waters of their desire, to be naughty and go against everything her father and society dictated?
Sinful whores must repent, Calypso. They must purge the evil from their heart and soul, strip lust from their bodies and lies from their tongues, lest they rot in the everlasting fires of hell.
Our Father will not forgive those who willingly laden themselves with the Devil’s burden.
What the fuck did Gregory know about purging evil when he was ripe with it? If God-fearing men were so concerned about the ramifications of their behavior, they should be acting more like compassionate human beings than belt-wielding tyrants.
