Page 27 of Bound in Sacrifice

Smack!

The sound of skin on skin and the sensual cry that escapes Paige’s lips causes my stomach to tense again. My eyes widen of their own accord and a second later, I feel more moisture pool between my legs.

Smack!

I don’t know whether or not to be embarrassed or excited about the fact that watching this is turning me on. This has never happened to me before. When I was with Gavin, I was never in the mood. I never got wet, unless he spit on me, and I’ve never had an orgasm. Not even by my own hand.

“Rosabelle,” The Beast warns when he notices me getting distracted again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

I move my hand far from where it just was. I try to pull it off as though I had an itch on the outer portion of my leg, but I don’t know if it worked.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks me softly.

Oh fuck.

“Nothing. I’m just not used to seeing something like this.”

“Don’t lie to me, little lamb,” he bends closer, whispering in my ear. “That’s something that I will not tolerate.”

I swallow the lump that just landed in my throat.

“Do you enjoy watching Master Luca spank Paige?”

This time he speaks loud enough for them to hear.

Smack!

“Nine! Thank you, Sir!” Paige pants and I can hear the appreciation in her voice.

She’s enjoying herself and I realize that I am, too. The intimacy of what is playing out in front of me isn’t as shocking as the incredible sense of eroticism I feel at watching it happen.

“Rosabelle. I meant what I said earlier. I won’t repeat myself. This is your last warning.”

“Yes, Sir,” I finally answer him, breaking the trance that I’m in.

I swallow my pride and admit a secret desire to a complete stranger. Something that I never thought I would be asked to or be able to admit.

Smack!

“TEN! Thank you, Sir!”

The second that Luca is finished with the punishment, he begins rubbing Paige’s ass cheeks, in an effort to soothe them. Why? Doesn’t that negate it?

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of The Beast’s whispers in my ear, “Are you wet, little lamb?”

His question catches me off guard and I stiffen up again. What is he going to do to me if I say yes? What will he do if I lie? I consider not saying anything, but he just gave me my final warning and I know for a fact that I am not ready to find out what happens when I use them all up.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of telling the truth. Of lying.”

“You never have to be scared of telling the truth, no matter what it is. Do you understand?”

He places his hand on my cheek and turns my face to look at him. I think back to my earlier conversation with Paige. He’s being serious, and not just because he wants an answer to his question, but because he wants to know how I’m feeling. Because he wants to care for me. I can see the honesty shining through his stare.

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