Page 31 of Doubts & Fears

“Hands only. Nothing like a weap—hands only.”

He studied me for a long time, and I held his stare even though my insides felt like Jell-O. I had seen so many women beaten and had experienced beatings myself. Safewords weren’t a thing during that time. The King brothers wouldn’t have put it on the table if it wasn’t an option. I was smart enough to know the difference.

“Do you agree with my request?” My voice trembled as the words left my mouth, and I realized I’d given the Reaper, the Crow, and the Blade consent to spank me.

“Your safeword again?” Ivan asked, pulling me closer.

“Sir, my safeword is krasnyy.”

“The five you receive from me are because you disobeyed and left. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. Ivan placed me directly in front of him. My breathing picked up speed by the minute as my heart pounded in my chest, desperate to break free of its cage.

“Are you ready?” He paused, giving me a moment.

Another unexpected gesture. It’s now or never. Do you want this?

“Yes, Sir.”

My voice was strong and confident in my ears. My entire body tingled in anticipation. He slid his hands up the back of my thighs and cupped my ass under my skirt.

“Nice.” His deep voice rocked me.

The elastic band of my panties stretched as he hooked his fingers under them and pulled them down ever so slowly. I shivered in the wake of goose bumps and stepped out of them, holding on to his shoulders.

Fuck, his hands are massive.

“Ivan, throw those here, please.”

I looked over at Nik’s outstretched hand. Confusion filled me until Ivan smirked and lifted my panties to his nose, causing me to gasp and flush in embarrassment.

Ivan growled, then threw them to Nikolai.

Nik bunched them up and brought them to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled. Then he shoved them in his pocket. “For later.” He winked. Fuck, what was wrong with these guys?

Ivan moved his fingers back under my skirt and caressed my ass. I was quickly becoming acquainted with the feel of his calluses, rough over my smooth skin. I moaned as he kneaded my ass.

He positioned me closer and bent me over his lap. After shifting me forward, he pulled up my skirt. My ass jutted high in the air, and he moved my knees apart, completely exposing me to his brothers. My face flushed ten shades of red.

“Fuck me,” Nikolai groaned.

“Kitten, it’s a crime to be that fucking beautiful.” Aleksandr’s voice sounded thick, like molasses.

The level of vulnerability and the position overwhelmed me. How many times had I seen this on video? In the two-way mirrored room? I twisted my body a little, torn between wanting this and changing my mind.

“I’ll be a good girl. I won’t leave again, I promise.”

Ivan reacted instantly. “Be still, or you’ll earn more. We’ll begin now. You will count aloud. What is your safeword?”

Hearing him ask me once more anchored me back into the moment.

“Krasnyy. It’s krasnyy, Sir,” I said, giving him permission.

Then a loudsmackrang through the air a split second before the pain registered. Completely stunned, I squirmed harder, my ass on fire. I counted, “One. Holy hell, Ivan, that hurt.”

“Such a lovely round ass, and so fucking soft,” he crooned as he rubbed my stinging bum. His hand soon left me, so I knew the next one was coming.

“Two.” Heat radiated from my ass already.

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