Page 58 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

When I heard a delicate jingle, I smiled. My days ofcollars and kitten ears weren’t done yet. He attached the collar around my neck, checking that it wasn’t too tight. After examining me critically, he pinched my nipples so tightly, I jerked backward to escape the pain.

“That’s not the good slut I know,” he said, twisting cruelly until tears formed in my eyes and my pussy clenched with need. “Stay still, kitten.”

I sniffled as he bent his head to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue while he twisted and squeezed the other, pulling it out until my breast stretched in front of me, then releasing it with a cruel pinch.

He switched breasts, laving my bruised and distended nipple with his tongue while torturing the other. Once satisfied with how hard and swollen the buds were, he attached clamps to each one, flicking at the bells as I moaned with the pain.

Gently, delicately, he licked each of my nipples, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a morass of aching need.

“You are the prettiest slut in Yorkfield,” he sighed, stepping away from me and leaving me kneeling on the ground beside the couch. “Do you remember when you worshiped my feet the first time we met?”

My laughter came out in a gasp. “You mean when you broke into my apartment and forced me to give you a blow job so you’d protect my daughter?”

He hummed and ran his hands up my back, and I sighed with contentment as he dug into the muscles of my shoulders with his fingers. When he pushed me down to my hands and knees, I sank down gracefully, waiting with my ass in the air, the bells on my nipples jangling in the quiet evening air.

“You’re so pretty like this, with your wet need on display, where anyone walking into the front door could see it.”

Fire burned across my cheeks, as he intended, but without the terror that had colored our initial encounters. I trusted that no matter how far Dante pushed me during sex, he wouldn’t actually hurt me.

Shit. That thought is dangerous.

Cool liquid dripped between my lower cheeks, and I froze. Dante slid a finger into my ass, pumping in and out with gentle care. He hadn’t bothered with foreplay, and I didn’t know what was going to happen next. A second finger joined the first, scissoring and stretching me, and then a third. I tried to jerk away at the jolt of pain, but he grabbed me by my hip and held me in place. “Easy, slut. You want me to prepare you for this.”

I shivered as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. Then, suddenly, a much wider plug pushed at me. I moaned as he filled me, wincing at the burn, but not trying to get away. The plug slid into place, and then he tugged on it, brushing soft fur against the backs of my legs.

With a jolt, I wrenched out of his hands, doing my best to twist my back so I could peer behind me.

“Easy, kitten. I’ll show you.” He brushed the fur up my side until I could see the tip. The asshole had given me a goddamned tail.

“Just one more piece,” he said, sliding a headband over the crown of my head. I reached up to run my fingers over it. Fucking kitten ears.

He spanked me twice, once on each side. “Just for the pleasure of it, kitten, so I can see my handprint bloom before the others arrive.”

A gentle knock on the door brought me back to thepresent. I froze. Dante moved to crouch in front of me and dragged me upright until we were chest to chest.

“Nick loves this shit. That man practically cackles with glee whenever he thinks about you like this. And he’s prepared Lorenzo, so it won’t be a surprise.”

My eyes flew to his, shocked that he’d bothered to reassure me.

“Don’t worry, my stupid, sweet slut. I’m sure there will be plenty of reasons for tears as the night wears on. Now curl up on the couch like the pretty kitten you are, with that beautiful tail in the air, so that we can all see your wet pussy.”

I moved at a languid pace and positioned myself on the couch, my ass hanging over the arm and pointing toward the door. They wouldn’t be able to miss it as they entered.

Dante tugged on the tail, teasing me, as he walked to the door. I trembled, terrified, turned on, a confused mess of emotion.

It was one thing to tell myself I needed this, that I was using them to heal my trauma, and quite another to find myself on display for them to see, a fucking tail shoved up my ass, about to actually enter into a polyamorous relationship with three men. One of whom I’d only kissed but had loved since I was a child.

Dante slid the door open.

I held in a whimper, scared I was about to fuck everything up with Lorenzo.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Nick rumbled, his voice washing over me like soothing rain on a sunburn. He sat down at my head, stroking his fingers over my hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

No. Yes. Dammit.When I didn’t answer, he tightened his fingers in my hair and turned my head, forcing me to lookout at the room instead of burying my face in the cushions of the sofa.

Lorenzo dropped into an armchair and loosened his tie. His whisky-colored eyes swept over me, worry evident in the tense lines of his body.

“Sofia, sunshine, please answer the question. Are you okay? After everything that’s happened to you, is this really what you want?”

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