Page 84 of Ice Cold Hearts

If this is the last time, I want it to be memorable.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Alexei forces my legs apart. “You didn’t follow directions. You’re not getting anything close to relief until I decide you’ve earned it. Not only did you spread lies about who’s in charge here, but you also tried to stall your punishment by not being where I told you to be.”

Something light and delicate brushes against the back of my legs. It feels so good it almost hurts. I moan as I feel it slide down the length of my spine.

Alexei palms my ass.

“I was going to tear these off you,” he says, running his fingers across the strip of black lace covering me, “But it frames your ass so perfectly, I think we’ll leave them on for now.”

That featherlight sensation is back, brushing over my legs and making them tremble.

A sudden, hard slap on my ass makes me cry out.

“You didn’t think it was going to be all feathers and gentle touches, did you?” Alexei taunts. “You said that you could get me to do whatever you wanted, that you were in charge. You need to answer for that, Kitten.”

He slaps my ass again. My back arches, and I press back against him.

“I’m going to tease you with this feather, with my tongue, with whatever I want, and then, when you’re nice and distracted, I’m going to slap that round ass. You’re not going to know when it’s coming, but you’re going to count them for me like a good girl,” he says.

“And if I don’t?” I ask.

“Then you don’t get to come,” Alexei threatens. “So, are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

“Good.” He nods. “Oliver, Ian, keep her distracted for me.”

Ian shifts my hair to the side with his free hand and starts kissing my exposed neck as Oliver cups my breast. He brushes his thumb over my nipple, teasing me. This plus the feather tracing patterns over my skin makes my arms shake. An image of me falling flat on my face into the mattress overwhelms me. I tense up.

“Do you really think we’d let you fall?” Ian whispers, then traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue.

I shake my head.

“I am always going to be here to catch you,” he says. “Let go, and let us take care of you.”

A knife to my heart might have hurt less.

Will he still say that once he knows?

Alexei slaps my ass hard, scattering the thoughts in my mind.

“One,” I gasp.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He pushes my legs further apart, and I am fully exposed just for him. He plants a kiss on my lower back then works his way lower. I cry out his name when his tongue traces over my back hole. Each stroke of his skilled tongue brings me closer and closer to the edge. Right before I finish, he pulls away and slaps my ass. The sound I make is somewhere between frustration and pleasure.

“Two,” I say sulkily.

He chuckles darkly, enjoying my frustration, and then slaps the other cheek.

“Three,” I breathe.

Four, five, six, and seven follow in rapid succession.

“Why don’t you help our Kitten out?” Alexei suggests. “She’s been taking her punishment like a good girl.”

“On your hands, Kitten,” Oliver orders.

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