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“You’re already in trouble, angel.” Manson’s expression was playful, but the chilling intensity of his eyes on me was still enough to make me regret being a smartass. “We can’t have you living in sin under our roof.”
The words grazed over painful memories inside me but didn’t ignite them. Instead, it shoved the pain aside and demandingly occupied the space where it had once festered. It twisted the memories into something I could reclaim.
“You know very well that I can make you obey, Jason,” Vincent said softly, gently, as he would to one beneath him. “It’s your choice. Either you obey and accept your punishment like a good boy, or you keep running your mouth...”
“And what happens if I choose the second option?” I said. But Vincent looked terribly entertained. He actually laughed.
“Keep being a smartass, J,” Lucas said. “Seriously, do it. It hypes me up.”
Licking my lips, I stared him down. His focus was zeroed in on me. He looked like he would rip me apart.
It made a shiver go over my entire body.
“Punish me, Jason,” Jess said. She sounded so excited, her words running together, shaking and punctuated with a little whimper. “I deserve it.”
“There’s my good girl,” Manson said. “You want to learn your lesson, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and a strangled groan escaped me before I swiftly turned her over. She lay on her stomach, her ass pushed up eagerly for me, her legs still spread around me. She slipped a hand between her thighs, and I watched as she played with herself, fingers slick with arousal.
“She’s not allowed to touch,” Vincent said. As if by magic, he produced a pair of leather cuffs and tossed them to me. “Chain her to the headboard.”
Jessica held up her hands as I secured the cuffs onto them. Manson now stood near her head, watching her as he said, “You’re doing well, angel. This is what happens to unrepentant sinners, isn’t it? This is what you’ve earned.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed as I restrained her, her expression lax as she sunk into that sweet headspace of submission. Dragging my fingers down her back, I gripped her ass in both hands, squeezing her appreciatively.
Fuck, I loved roleplays like this. Pin me down, scold me, tell me all the awful, dirty, sinful things I’d done and punish me for them. Take the real fears of eternal damnation from the back of my mind and make them harmlessly real, twist my terror into something controllable, make it into a toy. I wouldn’t have been able to put into words that I’d needed this, but Vincent knew. He always knew. He read me like an open book.
“Are you ready, Jess?” I said. Leaning down, I kissed her back, trailing slowly down her spine until goosebumps prickled over her skin.
“I’m ready, sir,” she said.
I smacked my palm down; a sharp stinging spank to start her off. She inhaled sharply, her eyes still closed as the second spank landed. Falling into a rhythm, I switched between cheeks, back and forth until both were reddened. Her fingers flexed and clenched, little huffs and whimpers of pain bursting out of her as she buried her face against the pillows.
All the while, I was painfully hard. She arched her back, offering her ass for punishment despite how flaming bright her skin had become. Even with her face pressed into the pillow, her whimpers of pain were becoming increasingly audible.
“Keep going,” Vincent said. He paced beside the bed slowly, overseeing my every move. Lucas was doing something behind me; I could hear chains moving, metal being dragged and set down. I didn’t know what they had in store for me, but the anticipation made me jumpy, all my nerves on high alert.
“Ah! Jason, please!” Jess kept her mouth pressed down, effectively gagging herself. But Manson lifted her head, tucking her hair back and stroking her face.
“You’re almost there, angel,” he said. “God, just look at you. You’re doing so well, that’s it. Arch your back for him.” She obeyed, even though she whimpered, even though her legs shook. Fucking hell, my cock was weeping at the sight of her, cum streaking down my shaft. I spanked her again and she cried out with a desperate little sob.
“Thank you, sir!” she gasped. She was holding her position bravely, although I was sure she was feeling the burn.
“Ten more,” Vincent said. “Make them count.”
Only ten more, and then it was my turn.
I meted out the swats, savoring every beautiful cry she gave me. She squirmed, her body demanding she try to avoid the pain. Another sob escaped her at the last spank, and she sniffled as Manson praised her.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you.” He cradled her head, kissing her cheek and wiping away the tears that had escaped. She smiled, unabashed, although a little dazed. “You took it so well.”
She was sowet. That spanking had only made her messier. Gripping my cock, I swiped the head over her, rubbing over her clit. It would be so easy to sink into her; I was certain I could orgasm in two strokes if I could just —
My head was pulled back, rough fingers tangled in my hair. Lucas grinned down at me, sharply patting my cheek with his gloved hand.
“Don’t get too excited thinking you’re going to get to fuck her, brat,” he said. “You’re all mine.”
Oh...shit.
