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Havoc

W e had been on the island for four days now, and had fallen into an easy routine.

Isabetta spent her mornings with Milo, her afternoons with Renzo, and her evenings with all three of us.

I hadn’t been alone with her yet, but that was probably for the best. On the third morning, when I had heard her shyly ask Milo if he would put a plug in her ass, I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and drag her away.

Renzo had to grab me by the neck and physically pull me from the room.

We’d spent the rest of the morning fucking while we watched them on the cameras.

Milo made her come over and over until her body was shaking, and she was begging him to stop.

I had left the house shortly after to stretch my wings and let off some steam.

She wasn’t ready for me—I knew she wasn’t—not one on one.

Renzo had showed me the video of her warming his cock with the clamps fastened on her nipples.

Her cheeks had burned with shame and excitement.

I had stared at her fixated, watching as she went from sitting still, to squirming, to rocking her hips, and all the while, her eyes stayed locked on the screen.

Fuck, she looked so fucking pretty when she was in pain and yet it was only the smallest kiss of the exquisite sensation.

I still would not get to play with her alone today, but that didn’t matter, I was a patient man.

With the violence I dished out sometimes, I knew I appeared rash, impulsive even.

Honestly, I didn’t care what anyone thought about me.

Sometimes it was for show or to make a point.

We had been waiting years for Isabetta to be ready, and I could wait a little longer while Milo and Renzo eased her into the world of dark delights we all enjoyed.

Seeing how well she had taken the clamps, another punishment was in order today.

Not that she knew it was going to happen.

She wasn’t aware she was going to misbehave, Isabetta was too sweet to do so on purpose.

There wasn’t a bratty bone in her body and she was so desperate to please Renzo, to make him happy.

When she had first seen the video of her with us, she had gotten upset, but after her punishment, she had watched every video with him.

Even enjoyed the way he touched her while she watched, the way he described how seeing her like that made him feel.

Today we were going to make her disobey an order.

It was all planned out. She would be put in a situation where she couldn’t help but break the rules, and then I would be the one to punish her.

And I couldn’t fucking wait. I could already feel her skin heating against mine and imagine her soft little sobs and sniffles.

I was hard against the zipper of my tactical pants, just waiting for it.

Milo still had Isabetta this morning, and I’d left them alone for the first hour—physically, anyway.

I’d been watching on the screen in Renzo’s office as Milo had her tied to the spanking bench, the same as most mornings.

It was a good way to restrain her, while keeping most of her body open for play.

It also made for fantastic camera angles.

One was focused on her face so we could see every expression, another on her body, while a third showed her ass and cunt, or Milo’s back, if he was between her thighs.

Today he wasn’t, so it showed her squirming her hips, trying to pull away or grind against the wand pressed to her clit.

It was the source of the frustration that had her begging and pleading.

I had slipped into the room in time to hear her first sob, and it was music to my ears.

Her head was bowed, her long blonde hair hid her face like a curtain of silk.

Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat, and her thighs were shaking.

I was silent for a moment, watching her, before I shut the door with enough force she could hear it over her begging and praying.

Her head snapped up and her eyes went wide. I grinned. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Havoc! Please, please, I need to come. Please.” There was a hiccup as her breath caught in her throat, and she gritted her teeth.

Her whole body tensed as a shudder ran down her spine.

I walked toward her, much slower than she wanted I’m sure.

My fingers slid into her hair, and I turned her head to look at Milo, who was leaning against the wall, smiling at her sweetly.

“I told you, ragazza dolce. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you that you can. I know my brother may look like me, but his permission is not my permission.” He sounded sorry for her, and I almost bought it.

But I knew my brother, and the game we were playing.

He wasn’t going to give her permission, no matter what she did.

She could have offered him anything. There were two lessons to be learned today.

The first being that disobedience had consequences.

The second was more insidious, but just as important.

Sometimes, it didn’t matter what she wanted, only what we did.

She belonged to us, after all.

She gave another sob, and her body strained against the bonds as she fought to get away from the endless torment of the wand. Letting go of her hair, I moved back down to her legs, running my fingers up and down her straining thighs.

“I am not sure she is really begging with her whole heart, brother.” Was I teasing? Of course I was. It didn’t stop me from chuckling as I flicked the wand to a higher setting. The scream it pulled from our little angel was delicious, and I soaked it up as she flung her head back and forth.

“Stop … No … Please … I can’t!” The words were interrupted by desperate gasps for breath.

All the begging in the world couldn’t save her, though.

Milo and I watched as she lost her battle against the overwhelming sensations.

Her thighs struggled to snap together, as trembles ran through her body.

And it didn’t stop, the wand continued to draw out her orgasm until Milo gave me a pointed look. With a heavy sigh, I turned it off.

The poor little angel slumped against the bench, drawing in gulps of air, trying to fill her lungs even as sobs racked her body.

Milo had stepped up to her, crouching down, so they were eye-to-eye.

I could see the disappointed look on his face.

He really was a master at this sort of manipulation; it was interesting to watch.

His fingers ran through her hair, his gentle strokes soothed her until she could lift her head to look at him.

He even gave her a small, apologetic smile.

“You were doing so well, ragazza dolce. You only had to do one simple thing. But you know we have to punish you now. I don’t want to, but we can’t let you get away with breaking the rules like this. What would Renzo say?” He even gave her a little tsk, and she sobbed again.

“I couldn’t hold it off any longer! And he turned the wand up! It wasn’t my fault Milo, please…”

Her voice trailed off as his fingers tangled in her hair and his smile hardened. He gazed down at her like he had believed in her and she had let him down. I wasn’t sure I could even get my face to look like that if I felt that way.

“I didn’t ask for excuses, ragazza dolce.

You disobeyed an order. Renzo won’t accept excuses from you either.

The quicker you learn that, the better. I know he made quite a few of my punishments worse when I tried to justify myself to him.

So you’re going to take your punishment like the good, sweet girl I know you are, then you will be forgiven, and we can do something fun. ”

She quivered in his grip, but it was different to the way people trembled in mine.

She leaned toward him like she wanted to be better for him.

It was an emotion I understood, as Renzo drew the same feeling out of both Milo and me.

Finally, her eyes lowered, and she gave a slight nod of her head.

Milo now wore a grin that matched my own as I moved into position.

I unstrapped the wand and set it aside so it didn’t get in the way.

“How many do you think she should have?” My hand ran over her ass, caressing lightly, as I teased her a little. I wasn’t sure if she knew what was coming. Sure, each of us had slapped her ass while we thrust in and out of her, but that was different to taking an actual spanking.

Milo had a thoughtful look on his face as he looked down at her, like this was a tough decision for him to make. He was drawing things out, building up the sense of anticipation. “Ten. That should be enough to remind her of the need to ask for permission and to do as she’s told.”

I raised an eyebrow at the number. I had been expecting him to go lower for her first time and pick three or five. Milo was usually the softest of the three of us, but then again, he wasn’t the one delivering the spanking. If she hated it, she would be mad at me, not at him.

I knew she was going to love it, though maybe not so much that she begged for more.

I knew she was going to cry and struggle and ask for it to stop.

It was going to hurt; it was a punishment after all.

But I had felt the way her tight cunt clenched around my cock when I slapped her ass.

She liked a little pain, even if she couldn’t yet admit it.

I kept caressing her ass, drawing out the anticipation.

My fingers ran over the pretty pink plug Milo had slid into her ass this morning, tugging on it lightly.

It was a little bigger than the one from the day before, getting her ready for us.

We hadn’t decided who was going to get to fuck her tight hole first. I was surprised a fight hadn’t broken out over it.