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“She’s a mortal, for Casanova’s sake,” he snarls at them.
Eros clearly doesn’t want me to, but I dart my eyes to their corners, trying to look at the twins. “I should get him a sign. Warning: jealous Cupid on duty. Handle with care. Treat with hugs.” When he loosens his hold, I wrap my arms around him again. If a gargoyle could blush…
“Now!” He yells.
“You still have some explaining to do,” Desire repeats, holding up his hands defensively and stepping back.
“Agreed.” Longing joins him, propping his arm over Desire’s shoulder. Their wings relax, along with their muscles.
Whatever they’ve done, it must be working because I’m coming back to earth. Hovering, but it’s manageable.
I tug on Eros’s wrist. “They’re staying for dinner.”
He throws me a look, broody dark brows screwing low. “No.”
I lift my finger to poke him on his stony chest while he narrows his eyes with a grim slash of his mouth. “You can explain over dinner,” I tell him. “You’re going to be polite. And on your best behavior for our guests.”
“They’re not guests. They’re glorified pests!” he groans with agitation flaring his nostrils before he drops his hand to smack his side.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”
“Nearly a century.”—“About a hundred years.” The twins overlap again.
“Not long enough,” Eros mutters.
I give him my best pouty face again. “Oh, they are staying. They’re like little, baby orphan birds.”
“You win, Aradia. As long as you don’t feel the need to swaddle them…dinner. But I will not enjoy myself.”
“Yay!” I do a twirl, but he yanks me to him again and grips my throat. Not enough to hurt but enough to make my lungs work overtime. And for my pussy to spasm.
The way he looks at me, all tense, with a muscle bouncing in his jaw has my pulse quickening. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Butterfly?”
“Um…” I chew on my lower lip, questioning.
He cups my left butt cheek. “Belt.” And squeezes. “Backside.”
I gulp.
“Can we watch?” the twins synchronize.
“NO!” Eros roars before gripping my hips and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal a little, but I’m too full of warmgiggles to care that this might be the worst spanking he’ll ever give me.
No ‘mights’about it.
My bottom has more welts than skin. If Eros doesn’t heal it later, I’m sure my flesh will bear the fire prints of his belt for a full week. He hadn’t just used a belt either. He used a paddle. To prevent any damage, he bound me to the bed with the ropes so taut, my ankles and wrists were spread to their snapping point.
By the end of it, I was a mess of snot and tears. I let him fume and take all his rage out on me. Never using my safe word. And it was all worth it when he untied me and rocked me in his arms until the tremors in my limbs faded. All worth it to welcome the twins entering the room following my punishment while gargoyle staff brought dinner.
At least he removed the butt plug before spanking me. But…after, he replaced it with a larger one.
Eros shoves himself into the head chair. The twins sit next to one another on the opposite side of the table, sprawled out in their chairs, lounging like leonine cats. Crescendo enters shortly after, taking stock of my nipples, too erect from my punishment. Oh well, at least Eros didn’t make me change. I like the dress. But it’s impossible for me not to feel the plug’s pressure. And the intense arousal that comes with it, which just has my sex threatening to drip all over the floor.
Crescendo sits next to Eros and plays a selection of romantic instrumental music, calm and soothing for the dinner. It doesn’tescape my attention how he and Longing exchange a few…intimate glances.
There’s no chair for me, but Eros orders a large silk cushion, ordering a lower gargoyle to place on the floor next to his chair.
“Kneel, Butterfly,” he commands, snapping his fingers to the cushion.
