Page 126 of Gift from the Stone

I don’t get a second to catch my breath as I’m lifted off my knees, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he captures me in a raw, hungry, possessive kiss.

“You’re mine,” I mumble against his lips as he pulls back.

“All yours and only yours. Now I’m going to take care of you,” he declares as he strolls over to his desk, slinging everything off with a current of his air. Setting me on the edge, in one swift move, he pulls my dress over my head.

“I don’t think she deserves that pleasure without her punishment first, brother.” Caspian’s darkened eyes eat up the sight of me sitting here in my bra and underwear as he steps out of the shadows.

“What are you doing here?” I ask breathlessly as he prowls toward us.

“Checking on you. Glad I got here when I did. Naughty little Primary was about to work her way out of punishment.” His deep voice is laced with a dark promise that causes another flood of arousal to drip out of me. At this point, my panties are pointless.

“Hmmm, she did do a very, very good job of distracting me, brother. It’s a good thing you got here when you did,” Corentin agrees as they surround me like a pack of hungry wolves preparing to pounce.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, both nervously and huskily.

Caspian doesn’t bother to answer me as he lifts me back off the desk and spins me around. Simultaneously, he unhooks my bra, sliding it down my shoulders as Corentin pulls my drenched underwear down my legs, lifting my feet one at a time to step out.

The cool touch to my back sends shivers down my body and causes my already painfully hard nipples to strain more. Caspian’s hand continues to glide the upper half of my body down, bending me over until my chest presses against the cold wooden desk.

His large body follows me down, his front firmly to my back, and I feel how hard he is, how turned on he is by either this or whatever he watched from the shadows.

“We’re going to paint this perfect ass pink just like he told you would happen, little Primary,” he whispers in my ear. My sharp gasp causes both of them to chuckle darkly.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d get this turned on by the promise of being spanked, but their gazes reassure me this won’t be painful at all, the complete opposite, and with the lust pouring off of them, my bond sucks it up like a sponge and I’m shaking with need and anticipation.

As Caspian stands back up, I can’t help but push back against him, and a savage groan falls from his lips as his shadows caress the curve of my ass.

Even though it’s not his skin touching me, but his shadows, this is the first time he’s ever been this intimate with me. I’m so torn between begging for more or taking what he’s willing to give so I don’t push him too far.

I want him to touch me like this always, freely, however he pleases, and I want to do the same to him.

“How many, brother?” Caspian asks.

“Five. One for each of us, and an extra to remind her to never pull some shit like that again,” Corentin declares, now rubbing his hand down my ass.

I suck in my breath and hold it as he pulls his hand back. I want badly to look over my shoulder to see which one’s doing what, but I know that will stop their little tag team game they’re playing with me right now, so I force myself to stay still and grip the desk tighter.

A surprised cry leaves my lips as the first hand cracks down on my ass, the sting both burning and freezing, and my body becomes statue still when I realize the touch was Caspian’s not Corentin’s like I expected.

“Are you okay, princess?” Corentin asks softly. I nod, too flustered to speak aloud.

“Your words, Primary. We need to know you’re okay,” Caspian orders.

“I’m perfect. More,” I both command and plead, pushing my ass back in invitation.

The next smack comes seconds later. My cry this time is one of pleasure instead of surprise. My whole body’s feverish and trembling with built-up need. A war rages inside of me that wants to both relish this experience but also drive them to give me what I need now.

“How’s she doing, Core?” Caspian asks lightly, the enjoyment of having me at his mercy evident in his tone.

I lean my forehead against the desk and moan as Corentin’s finger traces down the crack of my ass to my pussy, spreading my wetness around my clit in teasing circles before plunging his finger deep inside of me. As soon as I push back for more, he stills his finger, silently commanding me to stop.

“Fucking soaked. It seems the princess is enjoying her punishment,” Corentin says gruffly.

Fuck, if this is their punishment, I swear to be bad every day for the rest of our lives.

“I’m not sure it’s just the punishment. Tell us, Primary, is that mess you’re making from being spanked or how beautifully you choked on Corentin’s cock?” I wither and moan loudly from Caspian’s dirty words. There’s no hiding anything from him, them; they see right through me.

“Both.”

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