Page 207 of Entangled

Her tears. His sweetness. My need to hurt, and punish, and wreck is too strong.

I unbuckle my belt with one hand, and as though it’s an alarm blaring, he stops moving. Only the slick smack of Beaumont pounding into Eden breaks the silence.

“Lucien will be getting a belting,” I explain to her, though I’m not sure how coherent she is right now. “My belt is wide enough for him to experience some thud, but it’s largely a stinging pain. Although pain is subjective, I believe it’s fair to say this is much more painful than a spank. Would you agree, Lucien?”

There’s an uneasy silence, then he says in a hoarse voice, “It’s definitely more painful.”

His nerves are like a high for me. The anticipation is luscious, curling between all of us.

Except perhaps Beaumont, who seems understandably lost in Eden’s pussy.

Sliding the belt out of its loops, I bend it into a strap. I wish I had a cane, but this will do. Lucien’s always had a love-hate relationship with the belt.

“This won’t be kind, Lucien,” I warn.

“I like you cruel,” he whispers.

He soothes the jagged, unhappy scars in me. God, to be wanted like this—to be wantedforthis—is such a gift.

Swallowing back grateful emotion of my own, I run the belt over the back of his thighs, over his ass, letting the tension grow thick and heavy as he waits. I pull the belt back, and when he grows taut with tension, I gently touch back down until he curses under his breath.

I can’t help my delighted grin at his consternation, and I send a mischievous look at Eden, and her breath catches.

Beaumont’s breath whistles from between his gritted teeth, his face set in strain. “This pussy is trying so hard to come.”

He laughs, but this one sounds pained. Suddenly, he changes his rhythm, and Eden cries out in panic.

“No, no, no,” she begs on a broken sob.

Beaumont starts thrusting more slowly, languorously into her, stroking her soothingly as she tries to grind herself back on his dick.

I see Lucien staring at her and take the opportunity to land a swift, warning clap across his ass. It’s only a warm up, but he flinches in surprise anyway.

I land three more, varying where I hit, enjoying the soft pink that starts smothering his skin. He quivers, but not enough. He’s sore, but not broken.

Without warning, I land a brutal blow across his taut flesh, one hard enough to welt, and he grunts. More.More, more, more. I swing again and it lands violently against his other cheek with a loud, cock-strokingclap.

Eden yelps at the sound, her eyes wide, and Beaumont smiles.

“Jealous, darlin’? You want a hand on your ass, all you have to do is ask.”

Beaumont smacks her cheek, then the other, and then starts thrusting more slowly, languorously, and she starts to cry, like gently falling rain. Her hands fall out from under her, and she drops to her elbows, her cheek pressing into the grass.

“Green,” she whispers between her sweet little sniffles. “Green. I’m green.”

Fuck.

I take in a deep, shuddery breath, heat chasing through my body. My balls throb, as that gorgeous, careful focus begins to slide over me. Every twitch, every sound becomes hyperreal.

I start up a rhythm, and the music begins to play in earnest. The smacks and the cries, Eden’s sobs and Lucky’s pained groans, the wet slap of Beaumont’s thrusts. Lucien begins to shake, his sounds losing restraint, becoming tearfully edged, and I finally pause, my arm aching.

I rub a hand over Lucien’s perfect, glowing ass, feeling the welts already rising on his hot skin. He lets out a choked, needy sound.

Beaumont stops playing with Eden. He stops grinding and toying with her clit. He stops teasing. He grasps her hips again in both hands and uses her cunt to ease himself.

“You should feel this pussy, Jasper. She feels like a fucking satin vice around my cock.” He swears, then groans, his thrusts punishing. “You don’t even need to touch her, really. She has such a needy little hole, just feed it a dick and it begs to come.”

Eden moans on a long shudder, and Lucien clutches her hand, squeezing.

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