“If you’re not quiet, naughty girl, we’ll have no choice but to punish you,” Stefano said huskily.
My pussy clenched at the picture in my head of being placed over one of their knees or bent over a bed with the sound of leather hissing through the air.
Yes, punish me. I’m a very naughty girl.
I would have said the words out loud if it weren’t for the large cock deep-throating me.
“I think we should do that anyway,” Thomas said. I looked up into his eyes as my body rocked back and forth. The wicked smile and the glimmer in his eyes told me he had planned on doing so from the very beginning. “Get that cock nice and wet. It’s going in your ass next.”
That was part of our routine. Every single house we moved to, the brothers made sure that our dynamic was set. Fucking and discipline were my penance. As their wife. As the mother to their child, and as a woman actively trying and hoping for another baby Bennato to join our happy family.
My penance. My punishment.
My crime? I was guilty of loving the Bennato Brothers.
For that, I needed to pay.
A penance I would honor for the rest of my life.
For I was their naughty girl, and that would never change.
The End