Seton evidently had enough. He stepped forward and grabbed me, trying to spin me over to Mitch, but I didn’t let him. I struggled against him, punching him in the chest and shoving him backwards as I fought back tears of humiliation. I wasn’t angry at Seton as much as disgusted with myself when I realized I wasn’t quite as upset as I should have been. I wasn’t angry, not angry at all. I was aroused. And I hated myself for feeling this way.
He grasped my wrists to stop the blows to his chest and turned me toward Mitch, his body pressed against my back. I blew out a gasp when he rubbed himself against me, his enormous erection nudging at me through my denim skirt. Apparently, I wasn’t the only turned on by all this. He got off on this twisted stuff as much as I did.
His calloused hands reached for my bared breasts and palmed them, kneading them gently. My nipples immediately puckered to life. A low moan escaped my lips.
Seton nuzzled my ear, his shallow breath hot against my hair. “Why are you fighting, darling?” he whispered. “Why is surrendering to me so difficult for you?” He gave my ear a sensual flick with his tongue. “Why do you run away? Open yourself to me, darling, and allow yourself to feel. You have nothing to lose.”
I have nothing to lose… nothing except for my heart and soul.
He was right. I knew he was. But I didn’t want to dwell on it. Not now that he was here with me. Sighing, I unclenched my muscles and sagged against him in surrender.
“That’s my whore,” Seton cooed.
I turned stormy eyes to him. “Don’t call me a whore!”
“I didn’t call you a whore,” he said calmly, “I called you my whore. There’s a difference.”
I glanced at Mitch. He was staring open-mouthed at us, eyes as wide as saucers. A mixture of puzzlement and amusement flitted in his face. I wondered if he wanted some popcorn and soda to go with the free show he was getting.
I spun back to Seton, who just stood there, staring at me. His expression was that of a teacher disappointed with one of his students.
“I am not your whore,” I argued weakly.
He ignored my feeble protest and gently smoothed a strand of hair that had come out of my butterfly clip and tucked it behind my ear. “You’ve disobeyed me all this time. Haven’t you, my little whore?”
I opened my mouth to say that I hadn’t disobeyed him because our agreement had been broken for weeks, but closed it immediately. What was the use? All protests seemed superfluous at this point. Besides, I could no longer ignore the surge of heat coursing through my body. I wanted him, and that was that.
One of his hands was still on my breast, his thumb running lazy circles over my aching nipple. I gasped and arched against his scintillating touch.
“You’ve disobeyed me all this time, haven’t you, my little whore?” Seton repeated, harsher this time.
I sighed and met his unwavering gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
A look of triumph flickered across his face. “And what happens to disobedient little whores?”
I chanced a quick glance at Mitch. He was still staring at us with that stupid look on his face. “They…they get fucked by two gorgeous men at the same time?”
Seton seemed stunned for a moment, then he threw his head back and laughed.
“No,” he said after composing himself. “They get punished!”
Chapter Eleven
Warning flags waved in my head, alerting me that there was danger ahead.
“Punished?” I asked, alarmed, pulling back from his touch.
A slight smile curved on the corners of Seton’s mouth. “You are quite a headstrong young woman, darling,” he said coolly. “And I’m going to beat it right out of you.”
“Go to hell,” I bit out.
He made a low “tsk-tsk” sound as he ran his knuckles softly over my cheek, then traced a slow path until he reached the back of my neck. “I know you think I’m some sort of villain out to hurt you—”
“Aren’t you?”
“—but everything I’ve done has been part of the deal we made. Not to mention the fact that it is all for your own good.”
I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant by “your own good,” but he cut me off.
“More important,” he continued, “you want all of this to happen, and you don’t want it to end.” Hard amusement glinted in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have disobeyed me, my pet. Now you must be punished. And it won’t be pleasant, I assure you.” He smiled. “Then again, who knows? Corporal punishment might just be your thing.”
I closed my eyes briefly as he undid my hair from its butterfly clip. He tugged and pulled until my hair spilled down my shoulders.
“You have beautiful hair,” he praised softly, combing his fingers through my disheveled tresses. “Don’t cover it up like that.”
“Cor—corporal punishment?” I stammered.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m going to give you a good spanking—or rather, your little toy boy will.” He cast a sharp glance at Mitch. “I may join in as well, or maybe not. I prefer to watch, as you well know.” He shrugged mockingly. “Then I’m going to fuck you. And perhaps your little friend will join us. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Yes. “No.”
His lips curled into a knowing smile. “You’re a lousy liar, my pet.”
“What about you? Would you like that?”
“To be honest, no. I don’t like sharing what’s mine, especially with someone you’ve had a history with—no matter how shallow that piece of history might be. But I might make an exception tonight.”
Gasping, I glanced over at Mitch. He was staring at me, stunned, but looking helplessly aroused. He swallowed hard and looked at me as if asking for my permission to join in. I sighed and turned my attention back to Seton. His face had softened, cold arrogance gone and in its place a look of desire so hot I thought I would melt from it. His harsh words had ignited something deep within me. How could they not? They went so far beyond my wildest dreams that no words seemed adequate enough to describe the way I felt. But for my sanity’s sake, I had to utter a protest, no matter how lame it may sound to Seton’s ears.
“I used my Safe Word to end our agreement,” I said breathlessly. “It was over, no ifs or buts. You said so yourself. So, why are you here? And why are you doing this?”
He considered my questions as he took a step back and examined my face. Then he reclaimed my nipple, encircling it with his thumb and watching as it puckered against his touch. Seton’s face had no expression, but his eyes were dark with passion as his thumb stirred tiny frissons of fire throughout my entire body.
“At the park,” he said thickly, “I caught a glimpse of your ankle bracelet. I told you that you were mine for as long as you wore it.” He glanced down at my feet. The ankle bracelet and toe ring twinkled back at him. A triumphant smile teased his lips. “The fact that you continue to wear the jewels cancels out the Safe Word.”
It did? That was interesting. Why hadn’t he told me that before? “Making up the rules as you go along?”
“Something like that.” A small smile touched his lips. “This isn’t over, my darling, because you don’t want it to be over. Now”—his face turned serious—“conversation time is over. Let’s move on, shall we?”
Seton unbuttoned my denim skirt and pushed the fabric until it dropped to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but the blue silk thong and strappy sandals. I kicked off the skirt and was about to slip out of my thong when Seton said, “Leave it on.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mitch stripping off his shirt and undoing his jeans. Seton shot him an annoyed look and thundered, “Have I given you permission to remove your bloody clothes?”
Mitch froze, his hands resting on his belt buckle. He blinked at Seton, then turned confused eyes to me.
Seton grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his erection, which clung tightly within his jeans. “This is all she’s after.” He tightened his fingers around mine and thrust against my fist. “Your body, your brains
and personality, none of that matters to her. You might as well be a walking dildo. This is all she wants, so this is all she gets. Do you understand?”
Mitch nodded, his eyes wide with shock.
My lips trembled as painful realization sank in. That was the reason why Seton hadn’t allowed me the pleasure of seeing him totally naked. He was treating me like someone who saw men as nothing more than sexual conveniences. I only wanted what was between their legs. He was right, that was how I preferred men, as scratches to my itch, and the thought of it shamed me to the core. But how had Seton known about that? Was it that obvious? Was I so easy to figure out?
But the one thing he did not know was that I didn’t see him that way. He wasn’t just a sexual convenience to me. He hadn’t been that for a long time.
I resolved not to cry, no matter how much I wanted to at that moment. I never cried, but if I had to, I would do it in the privacy of my own home—alone. Now I just stood there, sullen, trying to swallow the lump of misery that had built within me.
Seton let go of my hand, his eyes softening when he saw the pain in mine. Something akin to that of regret momentarily passed over his features. “Yes, that is the reason why you haven’t seen me naked.” He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss. “You will get to see all of me one day, but only if you tell me what you really feel about me.”
In other words, he wanted complete power over me, to own my soul as well as my body. He wanted me to tell him how I felt about him, just so he could crush me whenever he saw fit. He didn’t love me, yet he wanted me to love him. No, thanks. I’d rather not see him naked. It wasn’t a fair trade. Like I’d said many times before, he could have my body, but he would never possess my soul.
“Now,” he said, resuming his role, “Go lie down over your toy boy’s lap.”
I started at the command. “What, now?”
His gaze darkened, filling me with alarm and confusion at the intensity there. “Yes, now. Go!”
I took a few steps back, my arms crossing over my naked chest. Intimidation stirred within me as I looked into his determined green eyes.
His nostrils flared. “Didn’t you hear me? I said go. Now.”
Reluctantly, I spun around and wobbled over to Mitch. Mitch looked up at me, a mixture of puzzlement and arousal flickering in his eyes. I glanced at Seton over my shoulder. “It—it won’t hurt too much, will it?”
He growled, grabbed my elbow roughly and forced me down over Mitch’s knees. I squirmed and wiggled on top of Mitch, and felt his penis grow hard as I moved over him. I rested my head against the leather couch, steeling myself for the inevitable blows. My buttocks clenched when I felt Seton’s hands on my underwear. He moved the g-string out of the way, lowering it so that it reached my thighs. I glanced over my shoulder at Mitch. He just sat there, his arms stretched out on either side of him. He was staring up at Seton, awaiting his command. Hmm. He and Seton had obviously planned all of this beforehand. Everything seemed too choreographed for my taste. Sighing, I braced myself for the impending pain.
Seton smoothed a hand over my cleft, tracing it gently with the tip of his finger. I clenched my buttocks in readiness for the blows, ignoring the wave of arousal coursing through me.
“It’s all right, darling,” Seton said soothingly, and I felt him crouch in front of me, leaning over my ass. “Just relax. Don’t be afraid. I would never harm you, my pet.”
He kissed my buttocks—first one cheek, then the other. Then he palmed the cheeks and parted them slightly. I felt his tongue trace a slow, hot path over the cleft. His teeth grazed the slit, nipping lightly.
I gasped in surprise and wiggled underneath him.
He chuckled softly as he spread my cheeks farther apart, his wet tongue sliding between them, its tip reaching the ring of my anus. He probed me gently, yet masterfully, and I couldn’t help moaning at the tingling sensations flaring through me. My hips bucked up as if in their own volition.
“You like that, my pet?” he asked, his breath warm against my buttocks.
I moaned in response and glanced over at Mitch through half-closed eyes. He was watching me, assessing my reaction, desire written all over his boyish face. I smiled sultrily at him as Seton’s fingers reached beneath me, moving down to my clitoris. He flicked the sensitive nub using his thumb and forefinger while he blew a hot breath inside my anus, forcing a shiver out of me.
“She’s wet,” Mitch pointed out, voice thick.
“Yes,” Seton agreed just moments before he curled his tongue inside my anus, flicking it in and out in a hard, stabbing motion.
I gasped and thrust my hips toward his scintillating ministrations. His body shook above me, laughing.
“My wanton pet,” he murmured affectionately.
Finally, my buttocks unclenched, tension leaving my body. I closed my eyes and let out a breathy moan. Seton’s fingers continued to move up and down my clit while his clever tongue laved at my anus. I sighed, stretched and relaxed.
Suddenly, he ceased his ministrations and stepped away from me. I twisted myself slightly and glanced up at him. He’d straightened up, his gaze meeting mine. Desperate, I thrust my hips upward in invitation.
“Don’t stop, Sir,” I whimpered. “Please!”
“I have to, my pet. We’ll continue later, I promise.” He leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss across my lips. “Now it’s time to punish you.”
No sooner had his words registered in my lust-filled head than he turned to Mitch and barked out, “Now!”
Mitch’s palm landed on my buttocks with a loud smack. I cried out, more from surprise than from pain. I squirmed on his lap and tried to move away, but Seton held me down against the couch, his hand pressed tight against the small of my back.
“Again,” he thundered at Mitch. “Spank her hard! And don’t stop until I say!”
Mitch struck me again, a little harder this time. His hand landed four more times in quick succession.
“Spank her,” Seton ordered hoarsely. “Spank that ass!”
The spanks became constant, one right after the other, and they gave me no time to catch my breath. Mitch had seemed reluctant and somewhat doubtful at first, but as he continued to strike me, he got more and more into it. The blows weren’t painful per se, but they made me uncomfortable. I kicked out my legs and wiggled on Mitch’s lap, begging him to stop.
“Don’t try to resist, darling,” Seton whispered near my ear. “Just go with it. This is what you’ve wanted, hasn’t it?”
Several more blows landed on my sensitive flesh. I resolved to lie there, helpless, waiting for the spanking to come to an end. It would have to eventually.
“You’re not doing it right,” Seton complained, frowning. “She’s practically falling asleep on your lap. Here, let me do it.”
Before I could react, Seton curled his hands around my waist and whisked me away from Mitch’s lap. He sat at the other end of the couch and brought me down over his knees. The movement was so swift that it gave me no time to offer resistance.
“Now, Mr. Briars, watch and learn.” There was a hint of amusement in his velvety-smooth voice. “This is how you discipline someone. Ready, darling?”
He gave me a sharp smack across my buttock, and I yelled in pain and shock. A flurry of slaps soon followed. His blows were far more intense than Mitch’s, more forceful and severe. They seared my flesh with each strike. They hurt horrendously and a muffled groan escaped me, tears welling in my eyes. I thought of struggling, but I was wary of Seton’s reaction. So I lay there, rigid, screaming as he continued to spank me.
And then, before I could prevent it, the tears trickled down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip hard, preventing a sob from escaping. Though it hurt, I wasn’t crying over the physical pain. The physical pain hadn’t gotten in the way of the heartbreak that whirled inside my heart.
I had, for the past several weeks, suppressed my feelings, refusing to weep whenever tears threatened to come out. And now, a
s I sprawled across Seton’s knees, surrendering to his merciless blows, I finally let it all out. Years and years of avoiding intimacy with men, probably hurting them in the process, had come back to haunt me as my heart yearned for the unobtainable—the love of a man who only wanted me for his personal amusement. A man who thought I wanted his dick and nothing more. I wished that was all I wanted. But the more I fought against my feelings, the more I longed for him. My desire for Seton burned, his aloofness ached, and the fear of losing him hurt. In some twisted way, I knew I deserved this punishment and derived a certain pleasure from it. This was karma, a way of making me pay for my own aloofness and coldness toward men. Unable to help it, a sob escaped, and it sounded as if my heart had been ripped open.
Seton’s body stiffened for a moment, and the blows came to an abrupt end. Gently, he slid my thong up my hips—carefully avoiding my scorching buttocks—then turned me over and hoisted me up, setting me gingerly over his lap. I clutched the lapels of his suede jacket and flinched as my tingling, stinging bottom scraped against the rough fabric of his jeans.
His breath felt warm against my skin as he brushed a kiss across my tear-stained cheeks. I glanced up at him and our eyes met for a moment. His face was full of genuine concern. “Are you all right, darling?” he asked worriedly.
I said nothing, just buried my face in his shirt and cried in earnest, my shoulders shaking with each hiccupping sob. Seton let me cry and wrapped his arms around me, his lips nuzzling against my forehead. My arms tightened around his waist and for a moment I never wanted to let go of him. I felt Mitch shift awkwardly at the other end of the sofa, but I didn’t care at that moment if he or the whole world saw me in this vulnerable, pathetic state. I wanted, needed to vent, to let out what seemed to be a lifetime of heartbreak and frustrations holed up deep inside of me.
When my crying subsided, Seton cupped his hand underneath my chin, lifting my face. His lips grazed mine lightly, his thumb stroking away the tears on my cheeks. “I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said, voice sincere. “You should have said something, should have used the Safe Word.”
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