Page 99 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

God, I was close. So close.

“Don’t come,” Constantino growled, fingers curling into Laila’s hips.

“Come for me,” Laila dared me, her fingers stroking my G-spot and her tongue flicking my clit back and forth and back and forth at just the right rhythm. “Don’t listen to my husband. Come all over my face, Sage.”

“If either of you comes, I’ll fucking punish you for it.”

“You’re getting so tight for me,” Laila murmured. “I know you want to.”

“Laila,” Constantino growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off my aching pussy.

But her fingers were still inside me, thrusting in and out and vibrating the bundle of nerves that would soon make me explode.

“Are you disobeying me?” he continued, eyes hooded. “Do you need me to show Sage how I punish you to keep your filthy”—he wrapped his free hand around her chin—“little”—he stuck his fingers between her lips—“mouth in line?”

Laila stared down at me, brows drawn together in pleasure, and continued moving her slender fingers inside my tightening hole. She knew that I wouldn’t last much longer, that I would come all over her fingers in a couple of moments.

“I’m going to come,” she said to me, big brown eyes wide, “when you do.”

Unable to stop, I threw my head back as a leg-trembling orgasm ripped through my body. My chest moved up and down, my breaths quicker by the second. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and pulled them up. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body.

Laila grinned wickedly down at me, then threw her head back and came on her husband. Our moans drifted through the large high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and stuck them into her mouth.

I relaxed against the mattress, ecstasy rushing through me.

“I warned you,” Constantino said, pulling out of her.

Constantino tugged me up roughly with one hand and grabbed Laila in his other. With her wild hair all over the place, she shuffled beside him and glanced toward a room that neither of them had let me into since this little thing had started.

Constantino stopped in front of the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, pushing it open with the tip of his shoe, his cock still hard and swollen between his legs. As soon as he shoved us into the room, the dim lights turned on.

Thick chains and cuffs hung from each wall. My eyes widened slightly, taking in the toys on the dresser in the far corner of the room. Constantino brought me to one wall and locked the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, spreading me apart. Then did the same to Laila on the opposite wall.

“Your punishment will be worse than hers, doll,” Constantino said. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. “The next time we go out, I will dress you. No wearing those expensive clothes from Barneys. A brat like you gets fabric so cheap that all your little girlfriends will judge you for it.”

To my surprise, Laila snapped her mouth shut and stared up at Constantino with wide eyes. I didn’t know what had sparked her sudden change of action—I couldn’t comprehend just how making Laila walk out of the house in cheaper clothes could affect her so much—but it seemed like they exchanged a few private words with just their eyes.

Either the family was extremely judgmental … or something else had happened.

“Do you understand me?” Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched.

“Yes,” Laila whispered.

“Now …” Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other come over and over … and over again until I think you’ve had enough.”

After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.

I whimpered slightly, my nipples aching to be touched and tugged, and looked up at him, desperate for him to touch them, to touch me, to touch any part of my body because I needed it so badly.

“Please,” I whispered.

Instead of giving me what I needed, he stepped back and stuffed his hand into his pocket, and then he pulled out his phone and tapped a button on an app. My body jolted up, a strong vibration shooting through me.

Glancing over at Laila, I watched her naked body struggle against the cuffs and chains, her breasts bouncing slightly and her mouth parted in delight.

Constantino shuffled backward a few feet, then turned around and walked toward the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Have fun, girls.”

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