Page 20 of Sin and Salvation

I gestured to the bucket I’d left on the floor, but the hellhound raised his nose to the air and sniffed.

“Then why, my lovely little Venus, do I smell your arousal?” he growled.

I had also forgotten that a hellhound’s sense of smell was unparalleled.

It was like his words had set off a silent bomb, tension flowing between the three of us. I felt Zane’s fingers flex on my throat.

“Because she’s not used to taking her punishments like a good girl,” he growled, and I heard the soft whisper of Aeron shedding his jacket. He stepped behind me, his warmth soaking through me and reminding me that first of all, I was mostly naked, and second, it was actually fairly chilly in this building.

His hands drifted over my hips, sliding downwards and hooking in the straps of my panties. “I wouldn’t mind spoiling her a little more.”

I gazed pleadingly up at Zane.

Why, yes please, spoil away.

After what they’d done to me in the office, it was only right that they make up for it.

Zane sighed, but his lips curled up at the edges. “She’ll never learn if you give in every time she gives you puppy eyes.”

Aeron’s husky laugh filled the air. “You’re the one giving in to puppy eyes, Zane. I can’t even see them.”

He ran his rough palm over the red mark he’d left on my ass in the office. “But I think we need to drive the lesson home.”

Without another word, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed—then plopped down, slinging me across his lap with my ass in the air. He stroked it gently, then administered another stinging slap.

I sucked in a breath, my whole body clenching at the mix of sharp pain followed by a warm rush of pleasure.

It was impossible to understand why this sort of treatment felt so good. Back at Maxime’s, every time I’d been ordered to fuck him, I’d wanted to curl in on myself and die.

It hadn’t even worked that well. It was impossible to orgasm when I hated where I was and who was inside me, so the power I generated was barely a step above its usual low-level current.

But now I felt my power flare inside me, driven by the pleasure of being spanked.

Zane cocked his head, a frown furrowing his brow as Aeron once again soothed the handprint. I wondered if he was feeling it—the steadily rising hum of energy flowing from me.

“Your ass is so pink it matches your hair now, sugar.” Aeron grinned, and I felt his huge erection against my belly as he shifted beneath me. “You like being spanked like a bad girl, don’t you?”

“Very much,” I breathed, biting my lower lip in anticipation as his hand disappeared again.

The next spank brought a squeal out of me, my nerve endings lit up like live wires. The pain was sharper now, each smack building on each other.

Three slaps later, and I was whimpering into the bed, gripping handfuls of the blanket. Aeron let out a low growl, and this time his fingers dipped between my legs, finding the gusset of my thong soaked.

“Well, well, well…” He pulled the fabric aside, running his fingers along the seam of my pussy.

I whined, arching my back and letting out a small gasp when a light slap hit my reddened skin.

“You can have it when we say so, sugar.”

But, despite Aeron claiming ‘we’, Zane hadn’t made a move to touch me. He watched, his hardened cock clearly visible through his jeans, but that small frown hadn’t left. At least it was punctuated by intense desire, but he had to be feelingsomething.

I couldn’t turn off the current of power flowing through me. After years of living at low latency, this was almost too much for me. I felt like I would explode if I didn’t drain some of the building power.

Aeron chose that exact moment to push a finger into me, curling it against my g-spot.

I shrieked, almost writhing right off his lap.

He pulled me closer and gripped me tight, settling me firmly over his cock and curling his finger again.

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