Page 102 of Falling for Them

“Maybe,” Sebastian says, his low voice a lazy drawl, “but I gave you instructions.Play with your pussy and let us watch.”

They’re just going to keep teasing me.Letting me get close, only to yank the orgasm away.And they’re going to do it again and again until I’m a desperate, ridiculous mess.

I lean back on my heels and let my hands fall to rest on one of my thighs.“No.”

I should probably be afraid of the dark look that crosses Sebastian’s face, but it’s hard to be too scared when Kingston is shaking his head and smiling, looking off to the side as he says, “Oh, you’re in deep shit now, little girl.”

Sebastian stalks forward until he stands right in front of me.“You don’t get to tell me no, Ella.”

“I think I just did.”

“And now you’re going to face the consequence.”

A spike of need moves through me.This was what he’d meant about changing my safe word to only beredand not alsonoandstop—because he wants me to be able to disagree.

Because he wants to punish me.

He cups my cheek in his hand and I lean into his warmth.I love the calluses on his palm—calluses borne of playing his guitar.Bastian Crown.I had no idea.We still need to talk about that, but it can wait.

He slides his hand along my face, down to my neck, and then to my nape.I follow the delicious sensations as his fingers thread through my hair.Then he grabs a fistful of my curls and pushes my head to the side.

“Off the bed, now, brat,” he says.“Bend over the edge here.”

I think of struggling, but I’m too curious about how this is going to go.Maybe I’ll fight him another time.I think he might like it if I do.I knowIwill.I want to push him to the edge—I want to push both of them to the edge—and see what happens when they lose their perfect, dominant control.

Later.

So I do as he says, positioning myself so my arms are under me, which is uncomfortable.

“No, stretch your arms to the other side of the bed,” Kingston says.

The comforter is silky soft against my bare stomach, the area below where my dress is bunched up.Kingston tugs my arms straight.The bend of my waist at the edge of the bed keeps me trapped, unless I want to climb forward.

Heat radiates against the backs of my legs as Sebastian moves into place behind me.I wait for a spank, but nothing happens.And then—rough whiskers scratch over my bare cheeks.He kisses my hip, then slides his hands over my skin.

It feels heavenly.I want more.

A sharp smack startles me.It doesn’t hurt, but I jolt against the mattress and squeak.

“Sweet little girl,” Kingston says.“That was so fucking cute.”

Sebastian doesn’t say anything—he spanks me again, this time with a little more force.

“Ow,” I say, trying to squirm to the side.

It hurts, yet I’m strangely aroused by it.I look up to meet Kingston’s gaze, and he smiles at me.His stormy eyes darken and focus behind me, and I know another spank is coming.

This one hurts more than the last, but instead of crying out, I moan.

“Fuck,” Kingston says, squeezing his cock over his pants.

Sebastian spanks me again and again.

I’m trapped with my hands bound.Spanked.Completely at their mercy.

I should feel fear, right?I should feel unsure.I shouldn’t trust them, probably.Yet despite my violation at Joel’s hands just yesterday, I trust these two men.Maybe that makes me a fool.

Or maybe that makes me the kind of woman I want to be—someone who lives without fear, without concern over how going after what I want makes me look to other people who should have absolutely zero fucking opinions on my sexual relationships.