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When he finally released my nipple, I sighed in relief, only to have another secondary wave of pain engulf it as the blood returned to my punished flesh. I bit the inside of my lip to keep quiet and nearly cried out when he turned just enough to reach for my other breast.
I tried to pull away, but his fingers captured the right one this time. I thought I was prepared for the pain, but he somehow pinched it harder than the first one, so hard in fact that I nearly started dancing on my toes.
There wasn’t any escape.
He finally turned to my panties and gripped those in his hand.
“These are very pretty, but you’re not going to have any need for them anymore,” he growled, and in a flash, he tore them right off. The fabric caught my swollen folds just so, and I finally cried out, the stinging pain so intense that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
“Fuck,” Caspian purred, running his hand down my right side, his fingers trailing fiery tingles in their wake. My breath stuttered in my throat, and I gulped down a bit of air, at least as much as I could as Murtagh’s gaze roamed up and down my body.
There was a ravenous quality to his stare, like a predator surveying its prey. His eyes held a voracious glint, a look that was both deeply unsettling and undeniably arousing.
His gaze seemed to strip away all pretense, seeing through to something primal within me. It was as if he could see all of me, not just the exterior, but the hidden desires and fears that lay beneath.
Like he knows I touched myself so many times, all while thinking about the last time he spanked me and fucked me over his desk…
Like he knows my clit is throbbing right now.
Like he knows a part of me is looking forward to both his belt and his cock right now…
The air between us was thick. I was caught in the grip of his intense focus, simultaneously wanting to flee and wanting to know what came next.
I gulped down another breath of air, trying to fight with the shame that came with standing there completely naked, right there in front of the two of them. My body burned with it, and nothing I could do or think made it any better.
“So fucking beautiful. All ours,” Murtagh growled, and I lifted my chin, remembering that I was supposed to be defiant. I wasn’t supposed to want this.
“I don’t belong to you,” I scoffed, baring my teeth in his direction, only to be met with the sound of his soft chuckle of amusement.
“Pin her to the bed, Caspian. It’s about time I introduced our mate to my belt,” he directed, and all at once, I fought with everything in me. My breasts bounced, my toes drilled back and forth into the floor, but I was at such a disadvantage.
Caspian released my wrists and immediately wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me off the floor despite the fact that my legs and arms were flailing every which way. Soon enough, he’d tossed me face down on the bed and then he was on the other side, his supernatural speed more than a little disconcerting. There wasn’t even enough time for me to flip over before my wrists were captive once again.
I turned my head and Murtagh dropped his hands to his belt.
The metal clinked softly, a stark contrast to the tense silence filling the room. His movements were methodical, each motion calculated. As he pulled the leather strap through the loops of his jeans, the belt made a distinct, drawn-out swishing sound that echoed slightly in the spacious room. The leather was dark and well-worn, hinting at its frequent use, and it gleamed dully in the moonlight streaming through the window. He folded it in half with a practiced ease, the leather flexing smoothly in his hands, and the sight of it sent a complex mix of fear, curiosity, and unbidden excitement coursing through me.
Shit. This is really happening.
I tried to twist away, but suddenly his hand was on the middle of my back and the belt was rushing through the air. I flinched immediately, but the line of fire that arched across my bare cheeks was instantly more than I’d expected.
Oh my god. It was just as bad as the paddle.
The belt struck my right cheek, the tip hitting with more force than the rest of it. I cried out, unable to take the sting at first. It was overwhelming and agonizingly painful, but with the sting came something else.
Desire.
My pussy pulsed as the belt bit down, lashing against the upper crest of my ass and descending downwards, one over the other until he reached the tops of my thighs.
As the pain from each stroke ebbed, it was replaced with a surprising sort of heat that was impossible for me to ignore, and I almost wanted to arch my body towards that feeling.
I bit my lip, trying once again to keep a vow of silence while knowing that it wasn’t going to be even remotely possible. At best, I could take a few more of the belt without making a sound, and I knew it.
I tried my absolute hardest to hold out though.
He painted sheer fire across my ass, scalding every inch of it with that belt. I felt every welt rise and crest, and I whimpered, openly keening when he laid several strikes right on top of one another.
My legs opened and closed as I tried to survive, likely giving him several generous views of what was between my legs, and I blanched as the cool air rushed over my pussy.
