Page 12 of Merciless Sinner

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, his breath harsh against my ear.

I nearly laughed out loud at the idea, except I knew how serious he was.

“Not really.” No one had ever tried or even dared. My husband had seen me as nothing but an ends to a means for his psychopathic plans. A vessel to bear his children. Sex in the dark and missionary style had been the extent of our experience.

“Not really isn’t really an answer,” he said, pushing his finger a little bit deeper.

My eyes rolled back in my head at the heady sensation of long ignored pleasure sensors flaring to life.

My breathing grew harsh as the tidal wave of sensation began to break over me. I wasn’t naïve or shy when it came to certain things. I loved the internet and what I could discover. Not to mention the wide selection of toys I could order when I wanted to try something new. I’d experimented on my own. I’d just never shared that information with anyone before. There’d been no need.

“Only with a toy,” I offered on a ragged breath, remembering my promise to be honest.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I whispered after only a moment’s hesitation. Finally grateful that I couldn’t see either of them. Because of that, I didn’t have to face them during these embarrassing questions.

“Good. Although I can guarantee you playing with toys isn’t the same as being bent over and fucked until you beg for it to stop. Which is exactly what I’d do.” He brushed his lips across the sensitized skin behind my ear. “In case you haven’t picked up on it yet. I have a thing for making a woman beg. For more or less doesn’t matter, just so long as I can get her to beg. I get off on it.”

His crude words and admission to what he liked while he finger fucked my ass sent my pulse soaring. Or maybe it was the way Jeremy rubbed and pinched on my clit the entire time.

Either way, one man had a finger buried in my ass and the other relentlessly played with my pussy, both of which pushed me to the edge of control. My climax was building again, I’d soon be teetering on the edge and one more dirty word out of his mouth was guaranteed to send me careening. And no amount of ordering me to wait would make it stop.

Before I could express my fears of breaking their rule, both men ceased. Fingers were withdrawn, my leg was released and my body propelled forward.

My front met cold stone and while my brain processed the temperature and foreign texture across my bare skin, my arms were raised and cuffs fastened with an audible click above my head.

I tugged on the fastenings to no avail. I’d been securely attached to an immovable wall. I twisted and thrashed, fear they’d leave me alone like this slicing through me or even worse, that they’d never let me come.

I had become a walking, talking bundle of nerves and they were all on fire.

“Spread your legs, Harper or I’m going to restrain them where I want them as well.”

I sagged in relief at his voice. He stood right behind me. A hot palm curled around my ankle and forced my legs slightly more than shoulder width apart. The movement created friction between my skin and the rough stone of the wall, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I pressed my breasts forward to staunch the sensations and only worsened them instead. Fire practically flamed between my legs.

Need so intense I couldn’t bear it caused the first hot tear to splash onto my cheek. Desperation for more caused the second.

“Please, Sir, please…” the words came out on a long drawn out breath. More of a moan than a plea.

He chuckled behind me. “Oh you’re going to have to do a lot better than that, my kitten.” He gripped my hair, forced my head to the side and took my mouth in a fierce but all too brief kiss that left me both breathless and achy for so much more.

“Now about that punishment…”

His words elicited a fresh slice of fear, although not nearly as much as the arousal building between my legs. Whatever he had planned for me I didn’t care just so long as they didn’t stop touching me. Anything but that.

“Not only were you late, but you didn’t bring the rose as you were instructed. Thus forcing me to change some of the plans for tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I didn’t elaborate further. Now did not seem like the time for drawn out details that weren’t really important anyway. I had not followed my directions and I wasn’t about to make any more excuses.

“Enough!” On his demand the first blow of a flogger struck my ass, the loose tendrils wrapping around my right hip.

It didn’t hurt much, but they did startle me. My fingers flexed and grasped onto the restraints. I arched my back and growled at the sensations rushing across my nipples and stomach from the movement.

Thwap.

Another slap landed across my backside from the flogger. This time hard enough my skin tingled in the affected area. I sucked in a quick shallow breath and exhaled nice and slow in an effort to keep my body still and safe from the torment of the stones in front of me. Nothing either of them had done so far was too uncomfortable but they’d managed to put me in a position where even the slightest movement created another kind of friction across my body. Much more of this and I might not be able to hold back my response.

“The look in your eyes last week and the response of your body tonight scream ‘submissive’, but a good sub not only knows how to obey, she aches to do it.”

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