Page 15 of Snowed in with the Brutes
I close my eyes as Sinclair lifts my dress, draping the skimpy fabric in the dip of my lower back.I squint my eyes together as I feel his hands glide across the skin of my butt.
“So fucking soft.Her skin is like warm silk,” he murmurs.His touch is gentle, yet he creates an erotic maelstrom deep within me.
I shake my head, trying to regain my senses until everything inside me goes dark.My brain scrambles to register what just happened.
Flinn spanked me.
He cracked his palm against the flesh of my backside, startling the breath from my lungs.I’m too shocked to register any pain, but he does it again.Heat rises from within me to my throat.My eyes fill with tears and spill onto the desk.
This time the pain is so blinding I whimper, ready to beg him to stop, but I clench my jaw tight, determined not to give in.He strikes me again.Not brutally.Not cruelly.Carefully and calculated, he ignites my nerves, and now I’m raging against a fire I can’t control.Shame ignites within me too.My pussy leaks onto my thighs, and the harder I press them together, the slicker they feel, sliding against each other.
The sensation drives me crazy.My clit screams at me to touch it.I can’t stop this.I don’t know what is happening to me.Why am I responding this way?
An agonized, needy, pathetic moan escapes my mouth.I part my legs, sobbing for relief, desperate for cool air to ease the lascivious throbbing inside me.But I don’t sound like myself.I’m not this person.And parting my legs does nothing but throw me over the edge.
I need...
“Jesus Christ,” Flinn breathes.
“Fuck,” Sinclair growls.“She is fucking stunning.”
Flinn, I know it’s Flinn, bends down behind me.Sinclair parts the cheeks of my butt, and I squirm as Flinn inserts the thin nozzle of the lubricant into my bottom hole and squeezes.
I can’t put words to the foreign sensation of being touched there, where it is most forbidden.
When I’m filled with the lube, Flinn slides the head of the butt plug to my pussy, parting my folds and twirling the dome into the lake of wetness that continues to pour out of me.
If I weren’t bound, I would have dissolved into the floor.
“Take a deep breath, beautiful,” Flinn says softly, warning me.
Chapter Ten
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Cora
