Page 101 of Sin & Sapphire

Angelo and Valentin hadn’t lied to me yet. They told me they were going to punish me, that they were going to demand my submission, and that if I did everything they asked, they’d reward me.

They promised.

And I believed them.

I forced myself to relax, lowering my shoulders, calming my breathing.

“That’s it, princess,” Valentin praised me. “You’re doing so well already.” I melted, wanting nothing more than for him to continue, to tell me what a good girl I was.

“Now, beg for your punishment,” he ordered.

Rough fingers stroked over my skin, sending sparks of electricity skittering everywhere they touched.

“Beg,” Angelo said.

I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the humiliation of knowing I’d asked them to do whatever they were going to do to me tonight. But I did want to help my family. And I wanted them to think I was a good girl, to praise me, to desire me. And god help me, I craved the searing pain of Valentin’s whip.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry. Please.”

“Sorry for what?” Valentin asked.

“Sorry for being disrespectful. Sorry for not obeying. Sorry for speaking out of turn.”

One of the men dropped kisses over my shoulder and down my right arm. “What else, angel?” Angelo.

A belt clanked, and I tensed, listening to its owner—it had to be Valentin—pull it out of his pants.

“Sorry for … running away?”

“Good girl,” Valentin murmured. “Tell me what you want.”

“Punish me,” I gasped, my hips already moving, seeking friction, the thought of his belt slicing through the air, the agony on my skin transforming into bliss, sending torturous desire shooting to my center.

“Please,” I begged. “Punish me.Hurtme.”

When the impact hit my back, it wasn’t the belt as I expected, but the gentle stings of a flogger. He worked my back and my ass in a steady rhythm, heating my skin rather than hurting me.

“I saidpunishme.” My voice was breathier than I’d hoped, not nearly as bratty as I was trying for.

Valentin laughed. “Princess, your punishment is coming. Let’s get you warmed up first, though.”

As he flogged my back, Angelo ran his hands up and down my body, soft caresses that left me aching for more, wishing he’d touch my breasts, flick the weights pulling on my nipples, slide his fingers over my pussy, anything to relieve the need these two men were building in me.

“Such a dirty, filthy girl,” he murmured against my neck. “Tied up and eager for us to use her like the cumslut she is.”

Yes, use me, please. Please!I didn’t dare say the words aloud, didn’t dare admit how much I liked this, how much I craved them.

A quiet buzzing sound caught my attention, and then a piece of vibrating silicone traced over my thigh and through my slit.

I moaned, my pussy clenching around nothing but anticipation.

“Look at that,” Angelo said, “your cunt eager and waiting for us, begging us to fill it and fuck it.”

Yesyesyesyesyes.

Valentin increased the intensity of his impacts, moving from warming to stinging, and I was a sodden mess.

“Please,” I begged. “I need?—”

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