Page 102 of Sin & Sapphire

What did I need?

Angelo laughed and pushed the small vibrator inside of me. I was so wet, there was no resistance as he shoved it upward, the intensity high enough to leave me thrashing and writhing, but not high enough to come close to pushing me over the edge.

“That’s right, angel. Show me what a slut you are, suck that toy right into that tight cunt and squeeze.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Valentin murmured.

The strikes against my back stopped. I remained on my knees on the bed, my head bowed, unable to see anything, focused entirely on the weight pulling on my nipples and the need that built in my core.

“Don’t leave me like this,maître,” I gasped. “Sir, fuckingplease.”

“What a beautiful slut you are for us,” Angelo said. “Soaking wet and turned on and begging already.”

“I’m going to whip you five times with my belt,” Valentin said. “And each time, you’re going to thank me for punishing you.”

“Thank him like the slutty fucktoy you are,” Angelo whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending agonized shivers down my spine as he flicked the weights on my nipples with a finger.

“Please, Valentin,maître, I need?—”

His belt racked across my ass. “Thank you,maître!”

Again. “Thank you!”

And again, and again. After the fourth strike, I sobbed as pain overtook pleasure, the buzzing in my pussy only overstimulating me. “Thank you,” I choked out, sagging forward and letting my bound arms hold my weight.

“One more, sweet princess,” Valentin said, running his hands up and down my back. “You can take it. I know you can.”

“Please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “Forgive me. I’m sorry I blew up the boat. I’m sorry I’ve blown up your lives. I’m sorry for being such a brat. I’m so so so sorry.”

Valentin pushed my hair over my shoulder and kissed the nape of my neck, the soft bushes of his lips against my skin grounding me, despite the pain. “We’ve already forgiven you, angel. Punishment is about forgiving yourself.”

I jerked against my bonds, desperate to take off my blindfold to see the truth of his words in his eyes. His hand slid down my back and traced along one of the welts he’d left on my ass.

“One more, sweet princess. Ask for it.”

“Please,maître. One more, I beg you. Please.”

“Good girl,” Angelo praised in my ear as the belt cracked through the air. I screamed on impact, then slumped forward, sobbing, floating between bliss and agony, my back and ass screaming in pain while the vibrations in my pussy increased in intensity.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Angelo continued. “Who’s done everything we asked tonight. Who deserves a reward, like the beautiful slut she is.”

Yesyesyesyesyes.“Please,” I moaned, not sure what I was begging for, not sure what I needed, only that the tension in my body was coiling tighter and tighter.

“Whose slut are you, angel?” Angelo asked.

The question was cold water poured over the fire of my arousal.

“No one’s,” I snarled, jerking on my hands.Asshole.

A line of fire streaked across my back—Valentin’s pocket whip—and I moaned as the pain combined with my already heated skin and turned into bliss.

“No one’s, sir,” I snapped.

Without warning, the two men stepped away from me, leaving me alone, bereft without their touch. I gasped with surprise, startled that aching loneliness filled me, rather than rage at being bound.

And then a thick head of hair slid between my legs, shoulders shoved my thighs even further apart, and hands wrapped around me, holding me still as a hot mouth pressed against my pussy.

I moaned.

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