Page 109 of Twisted Play
Hands stroked down my back and then over the bare skin of my ass. When a finger slid between my thighs, I hid my face in the blankets, embarrassed at what they’d find.
“Taste this,” Cole said, and my imagination went wild with a vision of Tristan sucking on his fingers. One of them hummed, and my pussy clenched around nothing. Fuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk.
Warm hands slid down my legs, taking off my jeans then drawing my ankles apart and tying them to the bed, presumably with more of Cole’s silk ties. I couldn’t imagine how they planned on getting the rest of my clothes off, but the sharp slap of a hand on my ass, the sting fading to a delicious warmth, distracted me from wondering.
“Oh,” I whispered as Cole warmed me up. Pressure grew in my core, and I gave in to the need to grind my pelvis into the bed, seeking friction against the bundle of nerves there. Cole and Tristan might degrade me, but they’d never judge me. In some ways, when they were torturing me, I was freer than I’d ever been before.
“Look at you,” Tristan breathed, “needy little thing.”
Every movement rubbed my nipples against the lace of my bra, pushed into the coverlet.
Cole continued to pepper my ass with slaps while Tristan slid his finger between my legs to trace up and down my slit. “You’re so wet,” he whispered reverently.
“Do you know what you did to earn your punishment tonight?” Cole asked me.
I whined as Tristan traced my entrance, teasing me rather than filling me like I wanted. “Because I spent your money?”
He laughed. “Stupid fucking slut. You think spendingmy money bothers me? Fuck, I’ll give you anything you want if you get on your knees and ask me for it like the gorgeous little cocksucker you are.”
And I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted to get on my knees for him, and I didn’t understand why.
“No,” he continued. “You’re being punished for fighting with us about coming to the house tonight. And then I’m going to punish you for being such a distracting little snack during practice. I’m going to punish you for making meforceyou to buy what you need for a goddamned sleepover instead of being a good girl and doing what I told you to do in the first place.”
My heart thumped once, twice, and then started up again, faster than before.
“When I tell you to do something,” he spanked me hard, “I expect you to do it without argument.” He spanked me again and again, until I was whining and writhing in my bonds, the pain transforming into need. “Do you understand?”
I nodded against the blanket.
“Use your words. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I understand.”
Hot hands palmed the globes of my ass, their touch burning as much as it soothed. “Is there anything else you need for tonight?”
The abrupt change in conversation made me slow to respond, and Cole spanked me again while I thought.
“Wait! I’m thinking,” I gasped.
Tristan continued to run his fingers through my folds, occasionally hitting my clit, never dipping into me like I wanted, making it impossible for me to formulate a thought.
“I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow,” I gasped.
“Great. We’ll take you shopping,” Cole said.
“I meant to the game.” I moaned as Tristan slipped a finger inside me, gently playing with me, never giving me the rough fucking and the feeling of fullness I wanted.
“Same answer,” Cole said. His hands left my ass for a moment. “Get my belt out of the top drawer?”
No.
No!
I shrieked and began to struggle. Spanking me was one thing. Hitting me with a belt was quite another. “No!”
Cole smacked me hard enough on the inside of my thigh that it startled me out of my panic. “If you continue to make noise, I’m going to cut off that scrap of lace you’re pretending are panties and gag you with it.”
He wouldn’t.
