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Chapter 35

Alyssa

My body has been vibrating since I walked in the room. There is something about being in the same room as these men that puts my senses on overload. I must have practiced that speech fifty times in the mirror last night, but nothing could prepare me for saying “I’m sorry” to the twelve sexiest men I have ever met.

I don’t know what I was expecting to come from this, but I don’t think this was it.

Tate has called for a vote, to forgive me or not. All twelve have voted yes. Relief floods my body, but Tate still looks stern when he turns around again.

His face is hard, but behind his eyes I can see passion. My panties are damp thinking about that passion. I start to thank them when he interrupts me.

“Forgiveness comes at a price. If you want to be with us, you will need to learn there are consequences for your actions.”

I furrow my brow as Tate says this. I don’t know what he means. I can’t think what consequences he means.

“You will need to be punished for your actions. We need to be sure you understand the weight of your betrayal. Do you understand, Alyssa?”

“I understand, Tate,” I say quietly. My panties flood. I have hopes what the punishment might be.

“Good,” he says and smiles at me. He takes a step closer to me, taking his tie off. Around the room, the others are standing and watching.

I want to kiss him. I want them all to come over and take me right now.

“Close your eyes.” Tate’s voice pulls me back from the other men around the room. I do as he says without a thought. He ties the silk tie around my eyes tightly.

I couldn’t see even if I opened my eyes. I feel him take a step back from me. My pussy is wet and aching for each of the men breathing quietly around the room.

“Ready, baby?” he asks me.

I nod my head, but I’m not sure what I am ready for. I take a deep breath and stand tall.

“Tell us you were a naughty girl, Alyssa.” Tate’s voice is gruff now.

“I was a naughty girl,” I answer. I’m not sure what is in store for me, but my panties are dripping. I can hear the men moving around the room, expensive fabric opening while they prowl around me.

“And naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they, Alyssa?” Tate continues breaking into the picture in my head of their twelve naked bodies. “Are you ready to be punished, Alyssa? Are you ready to get what you deserve?”

Every inch of my body is ready. I nod.

“Ask for it,” he commands. The other men are quiet. They seem to have picked their spots for what is to come.

“Punish me,” I say. I hardly recognize my own voice. It is deep with desire.

“Oh, baby, we will.” I hear whispered off to the side. I can’t tell who spoke; his voice was so quiet.

A shiver runs up my spine. They are going to leave me blindfolded, and I won’t know who is doing what.

Suddenly hands are on my body, and my clothes are being gently removed. Someone kisses down my back as he unbuttons my dress. The front clasp of my bra is undone by some very clever lips.

I stand very still and let them strip me. Hands, teeth, tongues, and lips graze my body, leaving trails of fire.

They leave me standing in my lace thong, and for a moment I am nearly naked and alone. No one is touching me.

The room is warm and quiet. I can barely hear their breathing under my own. If I didn’t know any better, I would think they had left me here by myself.

“Fuck,” I hear off to one side. Again I can’t tell who is speaking.

Suddenly strong arms are wrapped around me, and I am being carried to the table. I wrap myself around the bare body carrying me. I kiss the warm skin of someone’s chest and bite gently.

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