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“Don’t worry,” Pothos also manipulates his voice, and the four of us exchange amused glances at how she swings her head around the room, seeking us. “The punishments will be light.”
“But…” Himeros continues, his cock arrowing straight toward her, “…they will grow in severity should you continue in the negative.”
Tattered gasps escape her nostrils before she remarks, “Oh, it’s like an erotic version of Blindman’s Bluff. Make that Blind woman. Crescendo, too?”
“Crescendo, too,” I confirm. “While he does not retain the level of sexual pleasure as he does from my touch, he still enjoys the art of giving others pleasure. And watching the process.”
“What if I get it half right?”
Himeros and I lock eyes with one another.
“Explain,” I define.
“Process of elimination?”
Clever fucking girl.
Crossing my bulging arms over my chest, I snicker. “Only if you recognize whenmytouch is not applied, Butterfly. It will be your only half-correct elimination response.”
“Fair enough.”
We spinher in that 360 swing with her curls flying like fresh-blown petals in the wind.
A practice test first. We have everything prepared, from the various instruments of pleasure and punishment to the benches, iron cross, and the obedience chair if required.
After she’s right and dizzy, I approach the swing and get between her legs. She snaps her head up, inhaling.That’s a good girl. Breathe my scent, Butterfly.I stroke my knuckles along her cheek, lowering my hand.
Before I may take hold of her sweet throat, she stabs her chin out and says, “Eros.”
“Good girl,” I commend her, chuffing a laugh at how she’s practically preening. “Open your mouth for your reward.” Pride goes before the fall, I consider as I tuck the rich chocolate morsel onto her tongue, my thumb lingering along her sensual lower lip.
“Mmm…” she savors the truffle before I lean in to claim her mouth in a brief, sordid kiss.
I retreat, leaving her to Pothos, who approaches from behind the swing, sweeps aside her curls, and touches his lips to the side of her neck.
“Umm…” She pinches her eyes and purses her lips in concentration. “Definitely not Eros. Desire?”
“Sorry, darling.” Pothos kisses her cheek and dances away.
“Ugh!” she groans and tips her head back, her body swinging a little. “So, what will a half-punishment be? I knew it wasn’t Eros.”
Eyeing Himeros from the side as he will administer the punishment, I observe my brother select a riding crop from the table, approach my Butterfly, and circle her left breast with the tip of the riding crop before giving her nipple a sharp swat.
She lurches. Hisses. Too acquainted with the balance of pain and pleasure, it takes more to wear her down. If her dominatrix were still alive, I would express my gratitude for the challenge, as would Himeros. Not that any form of sexual manipulation is too much of a challenge for us. But mastering her is moreenjoyablefor us all.
Himeros strikes her other nipple, which yanks a whimper from her throat. The scent of her pheromones, her heat slicking her center with fresh raw cream, sends blood pooling to my cock. My brothers fare no differently. Her pretty rosy buds growing more erect with a fresh flush suffusing her breasts weaken us all. By now, her tits are heavy, no doubt aching with her desire—desire channeled into her by my dastardly brother. My balls tighten, also aching. All our cocks thicken.
Of course, we’ve seen, tasted, touched, experienced, and mastered millions of women throughout history. Fucking lot of tits. All equally gorgeous. But none like Aradia’s.
Of course, her mortal presence in Purgatory enhances her beauty. And her breasts may be the portrait of paradise with their rounded teardrop shape that hang full, luscious, and ripe for the fondling. Her pastel-pink areolae bear a lovely wrinkle when stimulated and darker rouge tips that harden if I so much as gods-damned walk into the room.
But it’s those sexual responses from her hungering needy flesh and her emotional ones that stem from her heart. A heart as great as my Purgatory to mirror the vast unexplored and untapped realms of her mind.
Himeros brings the full force of the riding crop against her nipple, finally achieving a sob from the sting. I eye him with a knowing smirk because he extended the punishment, perceiving how she was holding back, putting up a bold front.
But we want all of her tonight. No holding back.
ARADIA
