Page 48 of Bitter Rivals (Bitterwood Elites)

“You like this, don’t you?” I whisper into her ear, releasing her hands and dragging my fingers down her sides. “You like having your control stripped away. I saw you unravel in the torture room, saw you come twice after being whipped and caned. This is a turn on for you. Admit it.”

I can’t see her face but feel her body jerk as I gently skim her waist then softly trace the tender skin under her high breasts. When she doesn’t answer, I lift her skirt and spank her ass as hard as I can. She wails in response, head tilting back, bound hands clenching. I fist her hair and yank her head back.

“I said—admit it.”

“I fucking like it, okay?!” she shouts, and I release her, petting her head affectionately.

“Good girl. Now remember to answer any question Ben or I ask you—or don’t, if you want to be spanked again.”

With Ben to my right, we spin Remi to face us, her arms twisting over one another above her. She is a fucking sight to see, and we’re only just getting started. Ben and I lock eyes and then make our move, licking the cotton fabric over her tits until they’re soaked. I nip and bite, my teeth snagging her pert nipple and pressing down until she cries out and tries to pull away—but that only makes me bite harder. There is no escape. Only more pain, more pleasure.

“Please,” she begs, though I don’t know what she wants. Not that I care. This is about what I want, what Ben wants. And right now, we both want to see her on the fucking edge.

“More,” Ben growls and I release her nipple long enough for him to remove the final button, revealing her perfect breasts and their rosy, beaded tips.

“Fuck,” I groan, taking her in.

Red stripes still cross her skin from our time suffering Vaughn’s punishment, but fuck if it doesn’t make her even hotter. I trace one red line with the pad of my finger, trailing over her perfect tits and across a nipple. She shudders under my touch.

“Did you like being whipped, slave?”

No answer.

Ben spanks one breast as I backhand the other.

“Answer him!” Ben shouts, and Remington’s body trembles.

“Yes,” she grits out, still fighting mentally against us even though her body gave in long ago.

I grip her nipple between my fingers and pluck it over and over and over, Ben mimicking me on the other side. “And if I felt your cunt right now, would you be wet?”

She looks at me imploringly, begging me not to make her answer. I squeeze her nipple harder and she gasps, submitting like I knew she would.

“Yesssssss,” Remington hisses in a cross between pleasure and anger.

Ben groans as she shifts her weight between her bare feet, her skirt hanging low over her hips. He flicks one pink-tipped nipple. “Let’s find out.”

I step back as Ben yanks her skirt off in one quick movement, then tosses the fabric to the ground. Even without touching her I can see her pussy lips glistening. “Show us, lass. Spread your legs and show us how wet you are.” A thin sheen of sweat glistens along her skin as she parts her feet, but not far enough. “I need the other belt.”

I pull my belt through the loops of my pants with a swish and wrap it under her right knee. Then lifting, I fasten the belt on the same bar holding her hands, opening her pussy up to us, and leaving her to balance on one leg.

She mewls as I drop down in front of her and part her lower lips with my thumbs. “Soaking fucking wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she groans as I flick my tongue over her clit once, then twice, dragging it the length of her slit, craving the taste of her.

Her breath hitches as I swirl around her nub, running laps over it with my tongue like a fucking track star. Her thighs tremble, her perfect fucking pussy getting wetter and wetter as Ben latches onto her nipple again and suckles, his hand tweaking the other.

“Don’t you fucking come,” I grit out, before devouring her again, my hands squeezing her ass.

“I… I can’t stop it!” Her breathing quickens, and I lick one final time, then remove my lips from her sopping cunt and stand before her again.

She sobs, head hanging, hands clenching as Ben pops off her nipple, leaving her body untouched. “Well, Ben. What do you think? Is she responsive?”

“Very,” he answers, his eyes roaming up and down her body.

“Please,” she whimpers despite herself.

“Please what?” Ben prompts, and she looks at him with glistening eyes.

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