AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“This is what happens to little heiresses who don’t know who they’re messing with.”
“They get their skirts taken off and asses reddened so they can’t sit for a week.”
“And a taste of what would happen if they tried something like that again.”
“Unless they apologize. Do you want to apologize to us, Ansley?” Leonid rained down on her backside with intense purpose. She throbbed all over. The burning sensation threatened to suffocate her. She tried so hard not to wail out loud but lost that battle most of the time.
That’s what they wanted? An apology. Well, she couldn’t. That would be the same as giving up. But her butt was so sore already. Possibly steaming hot already coupled with the pressure of keeping her legs so tightly closed,she was at risk of expiring. But she wasn’t going to apologize.
“Are you certain you don’t want to say you’re sorry?” Roman asked.
“Never. I will never give up. I will do… everything in my… in my power… to make sure that Cupid’s Toys remains… standing. Marjorie will get to have her Valentine’s Day sale extravaganza. She’ll get to relive the memories… of the great love she shared… with her husband.”
“We just wanted an apology, girl,” Roman laughed. He lifted himself off the windowsill, then coming toward her, he picked up her skirt and laid it on the table. A look of deep concentration passed over his features as he scrutinized the items embellishing her skirt. Leonid joined him and together they picked at certain items then replaced them with something else.
No. No. No. Oh no.
What were they planning on doing to her now?
An apology, a rather heartfelt one lingered on the tip of her tongue. Her body was on fire as was her ass, she couldn’t think straight in her attempt to stop herself from getting wet. Hot mess didn’t do enough justice to describe her current state of being. She was going to sell herself out by apologizing before they took this to the next unbearable level.
Her nipples had remained swollen but now began to ache. Her clit pulsed and the folds of her pussy throbbed. The excruciating need to be touched destroyed her. She had to escape them. She had to apologize.
But she couldn’t bring herself to say those words. It was a matter of principle. And they were big bad bullies for putting her in this situation. They weren’t playing fair.
Roman picked up the butt plug, the one with the furry tail attached. Her whole body clenched shut.
“Wait—” Fuck. “I’m sorry,” she cried, twisting her head to the side to look at them.
“It’s too late for that now. You had your chance,” Leonid said, his gaze tinged with darkness now.
They moved in behind, both of them, and all she could think about was Damien sitting there watching this happen. She didn’t forget that it was his subtle nod that started this whole thing.
“So you think we’re prudes, huh?” Leonid asked with the same tone he would have used had he been talking about the weather.
“Spread your legs, littlekotenok,” Roman said. She fixated on the foreign word instead of facing what was happening to her. How could she, when they were asking her to spread her legs?
“Now,” Leonid said, then helped her by slapping the outside of her thigh. She jumped, her body reacted to the sting of his palm as if in its absence she had been yearning for it. The disturbing notion that something had changed inside her, troubled her. Somewhere along the line of Leonid spanking her, her pain had morphed into something else. Something that made her wetter. She felt different. Unlike herself and yet she recognized this person as a more interesting part of her.
What was happening to her? Why wasn’t she babbling her way out of this? Or resorting to ugly name-calling. Kicking and screaming and threatening them with more protests, upping her game until they wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. What happened to that girl? She felt like two different people in such a short space of time, from not being spanked to being spanked.
Her trembling limbs parted. She shut her eyes tightly closed as the scent of her arousal clung to the air. Embarrassment soared through her.
She gasped when they both touched her pussy. The shock of their palms against her heated flesh weakened her. She dropped her head to the table.
“So wet.” The words reverberated around her but then she rocked out of her enthrallment when she was soundly slapped.
“Do you think we can make you come? If we were prudes?”
Oh God help her.
Her clit danced in excitement as Leonid stroked the tip of his finger over her hardened pearl. She moaned as Roman pulled at her pussy lips.
No man had ever touched her there before. But this was not how she imagined it would be. She didn’t expect the mind-melting sensations to spread through her whole body. Yet in contrast, the heat of the sun seemed to radiate directly from her skin. Their touch made her feel restless and unfinished and she swayed into them, trying to get them to press into her.
She wanted them to touch her. She wanted Damien to do the same.
She had lost her mind and everything in it.
