Double Inferno (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 2)

“Spanking?” she blurted out, feeling shocked and concerned. Was he going to beat her? Oh God, she couldn’t allow this. She didn’t want to feel the pain.

As if sensing her uncertainty, she felt Matt next to her side then his hands gently caress her back as he whispered against her neck.

“We won’t hurt you. You’re aroused, and your pussy is nice and wet for us, but rules must be followed in our presence and when we’re not there to warn you. Now lift up the skirt and obey.”

She began to shake. “I can’t. I’m scared Matt. Please don’t hurt me.”

He kissed her spine. She felt his warm lips against her skin and then his voice eased her fears.

“Shhh, baby, listen to my voice. We will never hurt you. Take this first step as we earn your trust. If you can’t handle it, tell us to stop and we will. I promise.” He kissed her skin and she began to calm down.

“Lift up your skirt.” Tyler’s voice felt as if it penetrated through her skin.

She swallowed hard then reached back to pull up her skirt.

“Sweet Jesus! Look at her ass.”

She tightened up. She knew it was big. There wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

She felt the palms of hands caressing over each globe.

“Thong panties, huh?” Tyler stated.

“Her favorite color is pink,” Matt added.

“That’s good. That’s real good because that’s what color her ass is going to be for not answering my question earlier.”

“Maybe give her another chance,” Matt stated, and then she felt his finger trail along her thong panties then between the crack of her ass before it reached her mound.

She moaned.

Tyler moved to the side of her so she could see his face. “I don’t give second chances, but since you’re new to this and I promised to ease you into it, I’m going to allow this. I want you to trust Matt and me. Relax.”

Matt moved his finger under her panties and now pressed it against her clit.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Tyler asked her, and she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t say it. She was so turned on right now. She was curious about their control and his authority.

Smack.

It came out of nowhere and she jerked as she gasped.

Smack.

The second one surprised her, too, and so did the fact that her nipples hardened and her pussy wept. She felt Matt’s fingers press against her clit, but he didn’t give her what she needed. She wanted his fingers up her, touching her.

Smack.

“Ouch.” That one was harder.

“Where do you want Matt to touch you?” Tyler asked, his voice sounding rough and firm.

“Oh God, please.”

Smack.

“You will answer me, Paula, or I will make this ass so fucking pink you won’t be able to walk.”

Smack.