Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“You’ll notice,” Jax explained as he delivered another carefully measured stroke, “I’m using moderate force. The goal isn’t to break her, but to prepare her.”
The paddle fell again and again, each stroke precisely placed to gradually warm my entire bottom. Unlike the searing agony of his belt, this punishment built slowly, methodically—a steady heat that radiated outward with each impact. My flesh grew warmer, surely turning a deeper shade of pink with each stroke.
I realized suddenly that my daddy was going much easier on me than he ever had before, when he had punished me. For a moment I wondered why, fearful that I had somehow messed up the operation. Then I understood: Jax meant to leave me room, inside my head, to think clearly when the trap was sprung, so that I could play the role he meant me to play.
Abruptly, Jax stopped paddling me.
“Uncle Oscar, Uncle Viktor,” he said, his voice full of a masculine-bonding kind of energy that made my tummy flip. “Go ahead and feel how warm this little bottom is getting.”
They approached from opposite sides, their hands eager to test Jax’s handiwork. Oscar’s manicured fingers traced the curve of my left cheek while Viktor’s rougher palm cupped the right, both men squeezing and kneading my punished flesh with appreciative murmurs.
“So perfectly ready,” Oscar purred, his thumb digging into a particularly sensitive spot.
Viktor’s thick fingers dipped lower, brushing against the exposed folds of my pussy. “And so wet,” he observed with a chuckle. “Like ripe fruit ready for picking.”
A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, my hips pushing back involuntarily against their probing hands. I told myself I was just playing my part, following Jax’s instructions to make them believe I enjoyed their touch. But as Viktor’s finger slid between my slick inner lips, circling the entrance to my vagina with practiced precision, the shameful truth burned through me like wildfire.
I wanted this. Just like the girls whose cries of unwilling pleasure filled the hall behind me, I craved the sensation of being used, of being shared by these powerful men. Even knowing what Oscar and Viktor truly were—brutal crime lords who dealt in suffering—couldn’t extinguish the dark flame of desire their touch ignited.
“Listen to her,” Oscar murmured, leaning close enough that his breath tickled my ear. “Such a needy little thing.”
Jax moved behind me, his presence commanding even in silence. I felt the cool fabric of my panties being drawn up over my heated bottom, the soft material somehow amplifying rather than soothing the sting. I whimpered as the fabric settled against my punished skin, the discomfort sending a shock of wetness flooding between my thighs.
“There,” Jax said, his voice a perfect blend of dominance and pride. “All ready for her uncles.”
I felt his strong fingers find the pearl button at the back of my panties, and then I felt him release it, the fabric parting to expose my wet pussy and my cringing anus while still framing them in childish white lace—a perverse contrast that surely was the reason for the sharp breath I heard ‘Uncle’ Oscar.
“She’s all yours, gentlemen,” Jax announced, stepping aside. “Use Little Lulu as you like.”
Viktor moved first, his massive frame positioning behind me as his hands spread my thighs wider. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he growled, pushing forward in one powerful thrust that made me cry out. “So eager for her uncle’s cock.”
Oscar circled to my head, lifting my chin with one finger. “And what about this pretty mouth?” he asked, already unfastening his belt. “Is it as talented as your daddy claims?”
CHAPTER 23
Louisa
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue in wordless invitation, my mind swimming with conflicting emotions. Viktor established a brutal rhythm behind me, each thrust rocking me forward against the bench. The pain from my paddled bottom mingled with the pleasure of his thick cock stretching me open, creating an utter confusion of sensation that left me gasping.
Oscar freed his cock—smaller than Viktor’s, but perfectly shaped—and guided it to my waiting mouth. I opened wider, taking him in as he began to thrust shallowly between my lips.
“What a bad, bad girl,” he praised, his fingers tangling in my pigtails. “You learned to suck cock, didn’t you?”
Then I was being used hard from both ends, my body rocking between these two powerful men as they claimed me for their pleasure. The sounds from the hall behind us seemed to increase in volume to a higher level—men grunting, girls crying out, the wet slap of flesh on flesh seeming to saturate the air.
Through tear-blurred eyes, I caught glimpses of Jax watching from the side, his face an unreadable mask. Was he disgusted by how eagerly I took these criminals inside me? Or was he proud of how convincingly I played my role?