Stefano walked into the room with a dominant presence, causing my heart to skip a beat. He slowly walked over and stood before me. He placed a palm on each side of my face. Very closely, he examined my eyes.
“I hope you plan on obeying today.”
I escaped his glare and stared at the floor. “Yes, sir.”
He lifted my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes again. “I hope you have been learning your lesson, no?”
I simply nodded.
“Did my brother fuck you yesterday? Did he come inside of you?”
I nodded again.
“Then I suppose that means it’s my turn,” Stefano said, as he stroked the back of my head. “But should I still give you your daily lesson?” he asked with a wicked gleam to his eye.
“I will not forget the lessons ever,” I admitted, hoping that would be enough to prevent another punishment.
“Regardless, I may want you to feel the sting of my lash into the next day,” Stefano said. “I want every time you sit to remind you that I could whip you daily forever.”
“I will remember,” I whispered.
“Stand up and bend over the table.”
I paused for a moment, not wanting to do what he asked, but at the same time, I did. The confusion in my body and mind almost paralyzed me.
“Now,” was his only command.
As if his deep voice were a spell, enchanting me to do his bidding, I did just as he asked, staring into his deep, dark eyes as I willingly bent over one of my comfort items for the room. Everything I did, everything I thought, was traitorous to the crux of my core. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave it. I should be screaming, clawing, hating these men with every living inch of my body. But I didn’t.
When I placed my palm against the wood of the table, Stefano put his hand atop mine, lacing his fingers and taking hold. I could feel his breath on my neck as he pressed his body against my spine. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against the bare flesh of my bottom and thighs.
“Did my brother fuck you good last night?” he purred into my ear as his free hand ran along the edge of my hip.
“Yes.”
A sharp spank to my ass revealed he did not like my answer.
“Yes, sir. Thomas fucked me good,” I corrected. The saliva in my mouth dissipated as the nerves took over. Would he be angry? Would he be jealous? Did he want to be the man who had fucked me instead?
“And did you like it?”
I nodded, which earned me two very hard swats to my ass again. My pussy throbbed with each swat. I hungered for more.
“Yes, sir. I did.”
He ran his fingertips along the surface of my upturned butt and dipped between the crease, running them from my anus, to my taint, to my weeping hole, to my clit. “Look how wet you are.” He pushed a finger past my folds and into my pussy and began pumping it in and out. “What gets you so wet, naughty girl?”
“You,” I barely said between my gasps.
“Elaborate,” he demanded, adding a second finger to the one already finger-fucking me.
“Your dominance. Your control. You.”
He took his palm off of mine and used his hand to start spanking me while he fingered me at the same time. The combination of pleasure and pain had me moaning and writhing against the coldness of the table. The spanking was not gentle, and his fingers thrust firmly inside of me. Rising up on my tiptoes with every thrust, I finally cried out.
“Please!”
“Please what?” he asked as he pumped and spanked, never easing up in the slightest.
“Please, I can’t take any more.” I didn’t truly want him to stop, but I needed more. I needed so much more.
Whether it was my cries, or the sounds of the spanking echoing through the manor, Thomas walked into bedroom to see what was going on. His eyebrow rose when I made eye contact with him, but he said nothing. He simply stood and watched Stefano spank and finger me as I lay helplessly over the table.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked as if he hadn’t noticed Thomas who only stood a few feet away.
“Yes.”
“Why do you want to fuck me, if you can fuck my brother?”
I didn’t answer.
“Do you need a belting instead of a fucking? Answer me, or I will whip this ass of yours, and it will be far worse than the one I gave you last time.”
“I want to fuck you both,” I admitted between deep moans.
“Both?” he said as he paused in the spanking but kept his two digits still firmly planted inside my cunt.
“Yes, sir. I want both of you to fuck me.”
Stefano pulled out his fingers and stood me up, turning him to face me. “Yes, naughty girl. It’s time we both teach you a lesson at the same time.”