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Closing her eyes, she tried to shut out the humiliation.
Using the tips of his fingers, he trailed a line from her thigh up over her ass cheek, then gently through the crevice between her cheeks. She clenched when he pulled her cheeks apart, exposing the tightest muscle in her body. Tears built behind her eyelids. Mortification stole her breath away.
“Have you ever been fucked here, Princess?” He tapped the ring of her asshole with his finger.
“N-no.” She shook her head. This was worse, way worse than a spanking. Couldn’t he just get on with it already?
“You will be. Soon,” he released her ass cheeks. “You’ll have my cock in your ass and Bastian’s cock in your pussy.”
In the next second, a burning flame lit up across her ass. He’d distracted her. She hadn’t even felt him pick up the paddle.
It took several strokes before her mind caught up with reality. But once it did, it went into fight mode. She wiggled, trying to avoid the punishing leather, but he only tightened his arm around her middle.
“Ow!” She yelled out, forgetting she’d promised to keep her composure. Over and over again, he brought the leather demon down on her, covering every inch of her ass. She tried to throw herself off his lap, but he was too strong.
“Stop!” She screamed, reaching back and trying to shove his arm away from her waist. “Stop!”
“I warned you,” Garrick said, not even sounding out of breath.
The bastard!
“I don’t stop until I’m done,” he moved his aim lower to her thighs, and she kicked with all her might. It didn’t matter.
A sharp smack to her left ass cheek sent a spike through her brain, and she flung her hand back to protect what she could. The spanking stopped.
“Bastian.” Garrick’s terse voice hung in the air.
A moment later, a chair appeared in front of her, and Bastian was sitting in front of her. He reached across her body and gathered her hands, putting them both in his hands in his lap. He was holding her down for Garrick.
“Bastian.” She looked up at him through tears that were disobediently falling from her eyes.
“Spread your legs a little for him,” Bastian instructed.
She frowned. He was no help. There was no mercy for her now. She’d blatantly disobeyed Garrick. She’d ignored Bastian’s text messages. She’d gone to meet a man they’d both forbidden her to meet. Every stroke of the leather had been earned, and they wouldn’t stop until she’d paid.
“Fuck, her pussy is soaked,” Garrick commented as soon as she slid her legs apart.
“I thought so.” Bastian sounded pleased.
“My pants are wet,” Garrick said. A new wave of embarrassment washed over her.
Bastian scooted closer to her, and she was able to rest her head on his knee. Garrick repositioned her, pulling her closer to him again. His cock, now a steel rod in his pants, pressed against her hip.
She cried out when the next strike landed. Bastian gripped her hands harder, rubbing her wrists with his thumb as she struggled. Garrick covered her entire ass again, not skipping so much as an inch as he made his way around and then back to her thighs.
“No!” She tried to kick, but he quickly stopped it by focusing on the tops of her thighs until she put her feet back on the ground.
“That’s a good girl,” Bastian said, releasing one wrist to wipe her hair from the tear tracks on her cheek. “Keep your feet down.”
“It hurts so much!” She cried out, looking up at him. He nodded.
“I know,” he said with a darkness in his eyes that reminded her of Garrick. He enjoyed this, seeing her helpless, watching Garrick bring her pain.
Garrick paused to readjust his grip on her waist and raised his knee even higher. Her leg slipped from his knee, making her pussy press against the joint.
“Tell me, Princess. What will you do differently to avoid another punishment like this?” Garrick asked.
She took a shuddering breath.
