“It’s unknown. You’re aroused, more so than ever before. It’s not fear, baby, it’s anticipation. You know that.”
She knew that, but she couldn’t control it.
“Cade won’t fuck you this time.” He breathed hard at her back. “At least, not with his cock. This time, he’ll just play with you. He would never fuck you while he’s angry with you. But he would never hurt you either.”
He urged her into Cade’s arms, then turned from her.
“Where are you going?” She turned to him, terrified as he started to leave the room.
“You aren’t the only one in trouble, Sarah,” he told her softly. “Cade won’t do anything until I return with Marly. She knew better than to draw you into this. So she can share in your punishment.”
She went to stop him, but suddenly hard hands shackled her wrists. Cade was on his feet now, staring down at her, his body too warm, too close.
“This is insane,” she gasped as Brock left the room.
“Do you know what it will do to me, to watch Brock prepare Marly to take her plug? To watch him spank her, then fuck her with the dildo I bought especially for her?” His voice was tight, growling with his arousal.
“It should kill you,” she bit out, hating the way her breasts swelled, her nipples hardening further at the thought. She was as insane as the rest of them were.
“It kills me with pleasure,” he told her, his voice rough. “To know he loves me enough to do that for me. To know he find the same pleasure in it. The same bond I feel as well.” His voice gentled. “The sexual dominance inside us can’t be explained away, Sarah, or governed rationally. It just is.”
It just was. The implication was clear. Her love of Brock would extend to his brothers, or his pain would only intensify.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Brock chose that moment to re enter the room, tugging a reluctant Marly behind him.
“Cade August, I
’m going to kick your ass,” she bit out as she caught sight of Sarah and Cade.
Sarah didn’t like the flare of heat in the other woman’s eyes as she glimpsed Cade shackling Sarah to him.
“Are you darling?” he asked her silkily. “You may very well do it, but your little ass will be spanked first for defying me.”
“I needed to know.” She should have stomped her foot. Sarah could clearly see her desire to. “You’re my lover.”
“You had no need, Marly, to share my shame.” There was the fury, the anger he had been fighting to contain. “I chose to protect you from it. It was not your choice to go behind my back if you were not content with my decision.”
“I needed to understand,” she yelled at him, pulling against Brock’s hold. “I had to, Cade.”
“Had I decided to fuck her, Marly, then I would have told you myself,” he informed Marly as he sat down on the bed.
Sarah cried out in surprise when he pulled her across his lap after him, holding her there effectively.
“Instead,” he continued. “You can watch Sarah’s punishment before receiving your own.”
His hand landed with stinging force on the right cheek of Sarah’s butt. She squealed out, jerking against him. Her body began to hum. Why couldn’t she be normal? A kiss should excite her, not a hard hand slapping her ass. She felt it again. Not hard, but with enough force to make her skin flush, she knew. Enough force to make her vagina tighten in anticipation.
His hand fell again, leaving a burning impression of force. Tears came to her eyes, pleasure flooded her senses. She had never known she could be like this. That she could be so depraved. He slapped her again. She cried out, her eyes locked on Brock, watching his eyes darken in a haze of arousal as his hands moved to cup Marly’s full breasts. Her lover was holding another woman, caressing her hard nipples, and Sarah couldn’t find the outrage she knew she should feel.
Bright burning blows continued to rock her body. At least a dozen landed to the full globes of her rear. Each one sent the juices pulsing in her cunt until she felt as though the slick essence frothed along the intimate lips.
“Your skin is soft.” Suddenly, the hand was caressing rather than punishing. “So pretty and red now, Sarah.”
His fingers, hard and calloused separated the full mounds, a finger running down the little valley that separated the flesh. His finger paused at her tight rear hole before continuing to the bubbling heat of her cunt.
Her hands clenched in the comforter, her eyes tracking Brock’s hand as it smoothed down Marly’s heaving stomach to the saturated flesh between her thighs. Sarah whimpered, then cried out when Cade pushed his finger deep inside her.