Page 18 of Seduce

“She’s barefoot,” Lana crows, moving to show off Drizella’s bare toes. Another reason I insist on her wearing heels is because she has the cutest feet, and her shoes pinch her. I enjoy enacting petty little dictates, knowing they hurt her. Lana has a foot fetish, and I’m a jealous lover. I despise bare feet, and Drizella must have kicked off her shoes for the long drive back. It’s just her luck that Lana wouldn’t let her put them back on.

“Strip her of her clothes so we can have some fun. I left you vibrators so you can play while I work, Darling,” I tell her. Drizella fights Lana when she sees the cane on my work table. I will be using it on her back, ass, and feet since she insists on disobeying me. Sitting will be a distant memory for a while for her, or incredibly uncomfortable. I’ll send the healer in afterwards to tend to her skin, but not ease the pain.

I swear she pushes me to distraction, and one day I may actually kill her. It’s why I always keep Lana nearby to help me so I won’t get too carried away.

It would be a shame to end my step-sister’s torment too soon.

Lana’s stronger than she looks, managing to rip Drizella’s clothes off until she’s as naked as the day she was born. Holding tightly to Drizella’s hair and yanking her arm so far behind her back it’ll snap if she moves the wrong way, Lana shoves her down until her face is tightly pushed against what I usually use as my fuck bench.

Thankfully, it will work just as well for my purposes.

“Raise your leg onto the pads and take your punishment gracefully, Drizella,” I warn, picking up the cane.

“Cinder, I didn’t do anything,” Drizella practically growls at me.

Huh. That won’t do at all. Slamming the cane on the table, I help Lana tie her down to the bench, shoving a gag in her mouth for her own protection. My control is unraveling.

“After a few hours of this, I’m going to retire for the night with Lana, and give you to Holden. He caught a bookkeeper stealing from me to pay for his wife’s medical bills, so I’m paying off her debt, and removing her husband’s head from his shoulders. I can be fair,” I chuckle.

Lana kisses my shoulder as she walks away, dropping her dress so it pools at her feet. I think it’s possible that I only dislike Drizella’s bare feet because of how it turns my lover on. Something to think about another time. I dislike being introspective.

Clearly I have too much time on my hands. I should fix that.

Glancing down, I realize I’m holding the cane, and that I’m beginning to lose time again. It happens from time to time, when it feels as if I don’t remember doing something but clearly have.

Keep it together, Cinder.

Taking a deep breath, I raise my arm before dropping it sharply across the offending feet in front of me. Drizella gives a strangled cry of pain, and Lana moans. Her legs are dropped on either side of the arms of the chair she’s in, vibrator deep inside of her as she fucks herself with it. Her nipples are a deep taupe color for someone who is so fair, her breasts stunning.

“Come for me by the time her ass is red and tears stain her cheeks,” I growl to Lana. The doors are wide open, but that doesn’t matter. A handful of trusted people will stay nearby in case I need something. Otherwise, everyone has fled to their rooms while we play.

No one will be able to save Drizella tonight, not even her lovers who are trying so hard to. They’ll find a very subdued and uncomfortable girl when they see her in two days time. She won’t be interested in their cocks or reuniting in any way that counts, far too lost in her only memories of tonight. I get the most peace when I get to mete out her punishments myself.

As Drizella cries out in pain again as I crack the cane across the perfect globes of her ass, I smile as I drop my robe. The only thing better than this is fucking Lana in her blood after. Unfortunately, that’s not on tonight’s agenda.

Six

AYDEN

It takes me no time at all to pack a bag to leave FRC, since I won’t need any of the work clothes that I use here anymore. I’m hoping it’ll be for good, but this has been my home for a long damn time. Sidney, Andrya, and I have been here for six years, outside of the time we spent in the Queen’s dungeons.

In a messed up way this is our home, though if things work out right, we’ll all be free after this mission for Cinder.

Silla is so reserved now, a shell of herself, and I hate that. Seeing her yesterday was everything, after thinking that she was dead. I can see now that the Queen wanted us to think that, so we would go back to our lives, believing that we lost Silla to the cruelty of the guards.

And yet we didn’t, and we get another chance with her.

After Silla left, Grayson called a family meeting in his bedroom, once the camp was buttoned down tightly and everyone was in their rooms.

“So our girl is alive,”he begins, leaning forward on his powerful thighs. “Did anyone else notice how possessive Cinder is about Silla? I’m worried we made her life more difficult by counter offering on the Queen’s proposal. On one hand, she’s obviously not safe in the castle…”

“And on the other, Cinder seems to be very calculating about how Silla dresses, looks, and acts,” I finish. “It’s creepy how much they look alike as far as how they’re dressed.”

“Cinder wants a life-sized doll,” Sidney says in disgust. “If she’s comfortable with Ayden watching her have sex with people, I can’t imagine what she’s forcing Silla to do.”

“How do we feel about that? None of this is her fault…” my sister begins.

“No, it’s not,” Isaac grunts. “I don’t believe in shaming a victim. Whatever Silla has had to do to survive, happened. We do our best to help her move past it. It’s that simple. Our girl thinks that we’re going to hate her, and there’s so much shame ingrained in her. It hurts to see her like that.”

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