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I narrow my eyes on the twins. “I’m wavering between three options. In another life, they were Inquisition torturers, or sexual poltergeists, or the Bogeymen.”
Eros’s velvety laugh is pure torture.
“I’d say a punishment is more than due, wouldn’t you, Himeros?” he muses, fingers retreating.
And I don’t give a flying fuck what will happen to my nipples. I spring out of the chair so fast, it topples over. The rings surge vibrations to plump my buds while the chain that Desire was holding tugs mercilessly to puff up my pussy as I scramble for the bed. With no qualms, I bend over the sheets and flip up the robe to present my bare ass, not to mention my drenched folds. My curls fall over my eyes and cheeks.
Eros strays toward the bed as the humming currents around my peaked buds fade. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clicks his tongue in undisguised mockery. “Oh, I shan’t be punishing you with a spanking this time, Butterfly.” He snickers, and I can practically feel his eyes searing my backside.
“Ugh,” I groan, shaking my curls out of my face. “What did you have in mind? Oooh, you could pierce my tits. You could tattoo Property of Eros on my ass like you talked about. I’ll take anything.” I know desperation will prove the opposite effect, but he already knows that I know that, so why bother keeping up pretenses? The point of this whole buildup was to get me gagging for him.
Mission accomplished.
“Follow me, Aradia.”
Since his voice had dipped to an ominous bass, it’s better not to delay. The others rise from the table, intending to follow. Longing and Crescendo hold hands, aww!
At least Eros moves slowly as he leads me out of the bedroom suite and down the hall, so as not to agitate my poor nipples. It’s also more challenging to move with the butt plug lodged deep in my ass and the labia clamp.
I feel more like a withered little butterfly following his towering shadow. I can make out the darker veins throbbing through the sinew of his relaxed wings. How can he be so calm? Hasn’t he…missed me the past few days? Have the twins used no magic on him or maybe it doesn’t work on him?
Pursing my lips, I swallow a lump, wondering if all this was a mistake. I said I would trust them. But my libido takes a nosedive as I wonder what Eros has been doing the past few days, if he’s thought of me at all. If this is all just a love game to him, and once he’s done, he will easily cast me aside.
I can’t begin to know what he has in mind. Especially not when he stops before the grand staircase leading to the castleentryway. I thread my brows in suspicion. We’ve used it and passed it so many times, but I haven’t truly appreciated the architectural feat. Crafted from obsidian, regal and majestic, it descends in a graceful sweep to the base floor with other stairways branching off from it like tributaries. Arched openings lead to unseen corridors. With the firelight from the lanterns and chandeliers playing with the shadows, it is nothing short of a visual symphony.
It is the nexus of the castle.
I jump when Eros cups my shoulders. My head barely skirts the center of his chest. “Your punishment, my little Aria…” he coos warm and gravelly in my ear while sliding the robe from my shoulders, “…is for you to walk down the staircase and back up in naught but your lovely flesh.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy his lustrous black eyes gleaming. Judging by his expression and the eagerness of the twins and Crescendo, Eros has something else in mind.
“But…” he slowly turns me until I’m facing him, the first time in days. My core grows hotter with how he simpers. Mischief glitters in his eyes. “You will descend the staircase with these tucked inside your delectable sex.” He produces two large gold balls, and I wince, wondering if they’re the remote-vibrating kind. “If you should drop one, well, I’m afraid you will need to start again.” He taps my nose.
I chew on my lower lip, wary as I consider the enormous staircase. Desire wanders to our side, his hands folded casually behind him.
“I trust you’ve been training her kegel muscles,” Eros confirms with his brother before turning back to me, a muscle bouncing in his cheek. “And I am quite interested in your progress, Butterfly. Now, lay before the staircase, so I may insert these into you…”
28
You’re mine, Aradia. For eternity.
EROS
Oh, for the love of bloody Valentine’s, why is she complaining so?
My cock has been thundering like a battering ram against my breeches ever since I first walked into that dining hall and saw her at the table. Himeros was insistent on me remaining out of the picture. But not even the relocation of souls in the refugee cities beyond the castle helped to ease my lust for her.
And now, I slowly tuck the golden balls into her soaked slit, with little effort. There’s a slight squelching sound as her muscles lock around the balls, her warm, spongy flesh embracing them. Her hungry opening tries to suck my finger, but I don’t give her the pleasure. My nostrils flare as I scent her wet desire and those heightened pheromones. Even the delicate hood of her clit has tucked back, exposing the plump little bundle, throbbing as if in prayer.
It takes all my strength not to touch her. Punishment and discipline. I intend for her next orgasm to come when she’s wrapped like a soaked silky glove around my damn dick.
“Good girl.” I help her to her feet while she holds those balls.
“May I hold onto the railing, my Lord Eros?” she asks so sweet and soft, and I can’t help the low growl of desire rumbling in my throat. Or my wings hardening. She’s laying it on thick, but it’s her longing I sense most, which I adore.
I tuck a few curls behind her ears, admiring how they match her blushing cheeks. “You may, Aradia.” I’d considered a test of grace and poise by mandating the center, but my brothers have already spent the past few days tormenting my Butterfly. Her will and strength matter now. Come tonight, I’ll fuck her down to her beautiful soul.
Aradia takes her place before the first step, her fingers gliding along the railing like a flutter of wings.
