Page 16 of Sin and Salvation

“Hush, sugar.” Aeron crossed his arms. “The demon who touched you. We don’t allow fondling of the dancers; it gives some of them ideas about getting around the conduct we expect from our club members.”

“But…” I stared up at him, feeling like my heart was being ripped out. I hadn’t asked him to touch me. In fact, I’d hated the feeling of those coarse fingers against me.

“Next time someone touches you,” Aeron said, leaning down to gaze at me, “you’re allowed to slap them into next fucking year. Don’t just roll over and let them have their way.”

I took a deep breath, trying to tell myself that I was not on the verge of tears.

In fact, I wasn’t. Anger was now burning inside me, a pool of fire igniting deep in my guts. “You absolute asshole! I was going to tell him off and when I turned around, you’d already scared the shit out of him!”

Silence rang out after my proclamation. In fact, the silence might have been louder.

Which was how I knew that I’d fucked up the moment I’d called Aeron an asshole. Fear cascaded through me. Any minute now, his hand would lash out, and if I didn’t duck fast enough…

But he didn’t hit me. I felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, terrified what the next moment would bring.

“Oh, my.” His eyes glittered. “AmI an asshole, looking out for one of our own?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, I… that just slipped out. I really was going to tell him off, I didn’t encourage him to do that.”

"Mmm.” Aeron prowled towards me, and easily plucked the bucket out of my hands. “Well, your punishmentwasgoing to be a stern talking-to, but now… I think the game has changed.”

He put the bucket aside, pulled me upright, and the next thing I knew, I had been thrust into Crow’s arms.

He was still sitting in the executive chair, but he held me straddling his lap. I felt the ridge of his cock through his jeans and hissed, trying to ignore the curl of heat rising within me that had nothing to do with anger.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment?

Crow gripped my thighs, pulling them up higher over his. Then I felt a hand, rough and calloused but not unwelcome at all, move over my ass.

A moment later, a stinging slap had been delivered. I gasped, jumping, but Crow kept me in place.

“Demons who misbehave get spanked,” he said, gripping my thighs tighter. “Just like the bad little girls they are.”

This was no devilsdamned punishment. The heat from the slap tingled in my skin, twisting in my belly to wreak havoc on me. I was suddenly, horribly aware that I was wet, and likely leaving a spot on the front of Crow’s jeans.

Crow’s hand slid from my thigh, running over the stinging, pink skin. A moan escaped me as I arched against him.

“I don’t think the lesson has taken root yet, Aeron,” he said, and his hand moved over my hip.

I squealed as his thumb circled my aching clit, at the exact same time Aeron delivered another stinging smack to my backside.

My hips rolled, grinding against Crow’s hand as the pain exploded and became a powerful tingling all over my body.

The Wrath demon slipped a finger into my pussy, pumping it as Aeron reddened the other cheek. Each smack drew a gasp or cry from me, my wetness coating Crow’s hand with every thrust of my hips.

Oh my Devil, they were going to make me come all over him. That was punishment, never to be lived down.

But I couldn’t help the heat twining through me, my breasts feeling heavy, aching to feel more than just hands on my ass. The sting was just a prelude to more pleasure.

"Don’t worry, sugar, you’ll never forget this lesson.” Aeron’s voice had gone deep and guttural. I looked over my shoulder and found him adjusting himself, his massive cock a ridge in his jeans.

He groaned as he squeezed himself and my ass at the same time, then left another well-placed red handprint on my ass.

The sound of it rang through the room, mixing with the noise of my own panting, needy moans.

Fuck, I was going to come, with Crow’s fingers stroking against my g-spot…

Then I heard Aeron growl. The stroke of Crow’s fingers slowed, then stopped. He squeezed my thighs, and Aeron picked me up.

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