Page 18 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
A soft, dissatisfied sigh sounded above her followed by the jangling sound of a belt buckle and the cool touch of leather against her heated flesh. “Answer the question, Emily. Why are we punishing you?”
She tried to shake her head again but Dane tightened his grip, and then she screamed as the first lick of Eric's belt landed across her arse. Renewing her attempts to escape her situation, she kicked her legs and tried to throw herself sideways, away from the danger zone. But all she managed to do was earn another three stripes from the belt.
Dane brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Why are we punishing you, baby? Answer the question.”
Emily’s tears were falling thick and fast, her nose was blocked up and her pussy was soaking wet. How was that even possible? How was being spanked with a leather belt turning her on so fucking much? And why weren’t they touching her?
She wanted them to touch her, she craved it, even as her brain revolted against the idea. It wasn’t normal. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to feel. Everything kept getting more and more jumbled, more and more twisted around inside her.
What was the question again? Hadn’t she already answered it? What was happening to her? What would have happened to her if they hadn’t been at the drag race and taken her away? Is she still in danger? Why?
What did they want her to say?
Eric caressed her arse again, his big hand warm and sure. “It brings me no pleasure to punish you, kitten,” he said, then slipped his hand between her buttocks and down to her pussy, slid a thick finger through her wetness. “Answer the question so we can end your punishment. Answer it so we can make you feel all better.”
“Answer the question, baby. Answer it and we’ll stop this,” Dane said, then leaned into her ear again. “Answer the question and I’ll eat your sweet cunt. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, baby.”
That zing of electricity was back, only now it was a throbbing pulse, a steady drumbeat drowning out any shred of rational thought she had left. Her body was primed and ready to explode, like a precision engine idling before a race. Just waiting for that igniting spark that would send her into overdrive.
Only that spark was nowhere to be seen. Eric removed his finger and went back to rubbing his palm over her aching backside, and Dane went back to pulling her hair, making it clear there would be no pleasure until she succumbed to the pain.
Until she gave them what they wanted.
“I can’t think,” she cried. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Don’t think,” Eric said, and started spanking her again, a steady rhythm designed to drive her crazy. “You know the answer.”
“Just say it, baby. Say what you feel.”
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
“What is your heart telling you?” Dane said. “Answer the question.”
“Why are we punishing you?”
“Because I gave up!” she screamed, then let her body sag, exhausted, as she sobbed. “I gave up. On you, on us… on me. I gave up.”
The embarrassment of letting her truth spill free warmed her cheeks almost as much as Eric’s spanking had warmed her arse. And she hadn’t even realised it was her truth until she’d stopped overthinking and simply blurted out the thing she’d been trying to hide from everyone for what felt like forever.
She’d given up on herself. Had let herself succumb to the knowledge that she would never be anything other than David Berringer’s daughter, office girl extraordinaire. The fact she could sell the shit out of any car put in front of her had somehow escaped her father’s notice, and she wasn’t even sure that was what she wanted to do with her life anymore anyway.
She was twenty-five years old and felt completely lost.
But before she could fall too deep into her despair, Emily found herself being helped up and repositioned in Eric’s lap, her back pressed to his chest and her thick thighs spread wide. Wide enough for Dane to kneel between them.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sniffing back more tears.
“What I promised,” he said gently. “You answered the question, so now I’m going to eat your sweet cunt and make you feel all better.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t think of what else to say, except, “Why?”
“Because we’re not giving up on you, kitten,” Eric said, and swept her hair to one side. “We’re not giving up on us.” Then he nuzzled against her bare throat and licked and nibbled her skin, sent a sensual shiver right through her, down to her very soul.
Tilting her head to one side to allow him better access, Emily gasped when he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, rolled the hard little peaks between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure to make her mind go blank.
Then Dane slid his hands along the length of her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her pussy open, exposing her fully to his gaze.
“How wet is she?” Eric murmured against her neck.
