Page 31 of Traithorn

Fingers preaching my insides as I near the edge. An orgasm is close.

“Her legs are trembling,” Celine muses as she sucks on my neck, biting lightly. All the while keeping me trapped for her brother.

Celine gathers my hair in one hand, her touch ghosting over my skin until it feels too much. Strong fingers caress my ass,until I’m suddenly forced to my knees, ass in the air with my head against the cold marble floor. Celine’s hand strokes my cheek soothingly, as I feel Vernon’s hand on my ass. Celine tugs at my hair until a gasp breaks free.

A gust of air brushes against my bottom along with the erupting goosebumps. He strokes his hand across my ass, causing my heart to plummet—I know this torturous game. I have endured it before.

“Count to ten or we’ll be forced to start over,” he commands.

A slap echoes in the air, reverberating through the halls. I’m stunned when his hand meets my flesh once more, and hiss when Celine tugs at my hair until my scalp screams from the invasion.

“I don’t hear you counting.” His words are dark, more ominous inside this castle.

Wetness pools in my lower stomach as I desperately need to look at him, but a goddamn blindfold restricts my vision.

His hand hits my butt cheek much harder this time, and I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do.

“Count, little traitor,” Celine whispers in my ears, and I whimper.

There’s no way out of this—they will get what they want no matter what.

“One.”

Another smack, and Celine’s touch squeezes one of my breasts, her other hand still tugging at my hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Two.”

“We’re going to have so much fun playing with you.”Smack.“You will be begging for death by the end of the night.”Smack.“But we won’t give it to you.” Another slap marks his words.

Tears gather at the corner of my eyes, the emotions overwhelming me. “T-three. Four. F-five,” I bite out, Celine’s hand twisting my nipple.

“We decide when it’s time death claims you.”Slap.“And it’s not tonight,” I hear the smirk in his voice right before the seventh slap lands on my sensitive cheek.

His strong palm strokes my ass, soothing the ache while waiting for my words. “Six, seven. Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Too late now, darling,” Celine’s voice washes over me like a bucket of cold water.

Another smack hits my ass, causing me to cry out. Then another, and another, until my legs are trembling and I’m sure I will pass out from the intense emotions wreaking havoc inside me.

Pleasure and pain—an intoxicating blend that will surely kill me.

“Count,” Vernon states in his eerily calm tone. “Or we will start over.”

Forcing away the last pieces of my dignity, I pretend to be somewhere else. Another girl in another life, who isn’t haunted by her painful past and stalked by the people she tried to escape.

“Eight, nine…ten,” I struggle.

“You created such a little mess,” he coos, his fingers twirling along my folds, teasing me.

My toes are curling, my spine is arching, and my heart is soaring at this entire situation. I fight an inner battle with myself that I’m losing.

He continues to pinch my clit until it feels as if the threads holding my sanity together will snap, and there is no turning back.

Until…the sensation disappears entirely.

No touch, nothing keeping me grounded. That fall toward ecstasy disappears entirely. A whine escapes me as my hands reach for Celine, holding onto whatever piece of her I can. I feel her kneeling before me and Vernon behind me, yet I’ve never felt as vulnerable.

“You don’t quite deserve the treat to come, now do you?”

I want to protest, but the words are trapped in an endless echo inside my throat, clawing to get free. Both of them shift away from me, their absence leaving me utterly cold and empty. One of them helps me to my feet, holding me steady as they start leading me somewhere. Where, I do not know.

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