39. Ana
39
ANA
My captors adjusted my body until I knelt on the bed, blindfolded, my hands tied to the headboard, and my legs spread further than was comfortable. The haze of lust from dinner had faded, leaving me aching and turned on but able to think.
I tugged on the straps that held my hands to the headboard, wondering how stupid I was to let them do this to me.
No.
Angelo and Valentin hadn’t lied to me yet. They told me they were going to punish me, that they were going to demand my submission, and that if I did everything they asked, they’d reward me.
They promised.
And I believed them.
I forced myself to relax, lowering my shoulders, calming my breathing.
“That’s it, princess,” Valentin praised me. “You’re doing so well already.” I melted, wanting nothing more than for him to continue, to tell me what a good girl I was.
“Now, beg for your punishment,” he ordered.
Rough fingers stroked over my skin, sending sparks of electricity skittering everywhere they touched.
“Beg,” Angelo said.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the humiliation of knowing I’d asked them to do whatever they were going to do to me tonight. But I did want to help my family. And I wanted them to think I was a good girl, to praise me, to desire me. And god help me, I craved the searing pain of Valentin’s whip.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry. Please.”
“Sorry for what?” Valentin asked.
“Sorry for being disrespectful. Sorry for not obeying. Sorry for speaking out of turn.”
One of the men dropped kisses over my shoulder and down my right arm. “What else, angel?” Angelo.
A belt clanked, and I tensed, listening to its owner—it had to be Valentin—pull it out of his pants.
“Sorry for … running away?”
“Good girl,” Valentin murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“Punish me,” I gasped, my hips already moving, seeking friction, the thought of his belt slicing through the air, the agony on my skin transforming into bliss, sending torturous desire shooting to my center.
“Please,” I begged. “Punish me. Hurt me.”
When the impact hit my back, it wasn’t the belt as I expected, but the gentle stings of a flogger. He worked my back and my ass in a steady rhythm, heating my skin rather than hurting me.
“I said punish me.” My voice was breathier than I’d hoped, not nearly as bratty as I was trying for.
Valentin laughed. “Princess, your punishment is coming. Let’s get you warmed up first, though.”
As he flogged my back, Angelo ran his hands up and down my body, soft caresses that left me aching for more, wishing he’d touch my breasts, flick the weights pulling on my nipples, slide his fingers over my pussy, anything to relieve the need these two men were building in me.
“Such a dirty, filthy girl,” he murmured against my neck. “Tied up and eager for us to use her like the cumslut she is.”
Yes, use me, please. Please! I didn’t dare say the words aloud, didn’t dare admit how much I liked this, how much I craved them.
A quiet buzzing sound caught my attention, and then a piece of vibrating silicone traced over my thigh and through my slit.
I moaned, my pussy clenching around nothing but anticipation.
“Look at that,” Angelo said, “your cunt eager and waiting for us, begging us to fill it and fuck it.”
Yesyesyesyesyes.
Valentin increased the intensity of his impacts, moving from warming to stinging, and I was a sodden mess.
“Please,” I begged. “I need?—”
What did I need?
Angelo laughed and pushed the small vibrator inside of me. I was so wet, there was no resistance as he shoved it upward, the intensity high enough to leave me thrashing and writhing, but not high enough to come close to pushing me over the edge.
“That’s right, angel. Show me what a slut you are, suck that toy right into that tight cunt and squeeze.”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Valentin murmured.
The strikes against my back stopped. I remained on my knees on the bed, my head bowed, unable to see anything, focused entirely on the weight pulling on my nipples and the need that built in my core.
“Don’t leave me like this, ma?tre ,” I gasped. “Sir, fucking please .”
“What a beautiful slut you are for us,” Angelo said. “Soaking wet and turned on and begging already.”
“I’m going to whip you five times with my belt,” Valentin said. “And each time, you’re going to thank me for punishing you.”
“Thank him like the slutty fucktoy you are,” Angelo whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending agonized shivers down my spine as he flicked the weights on my nipples with a finger.
“Please, Valentin, ma?tre , I need?—”
His belt racked across my ass. “Thank you, ma?tre !”
Again. “Thank you!”
And again, and again. After the fourth strike, I sobbed as pain overtook pleasure, the buzzing in my pussy only overstimulating me. “Thank you,” I choked out, sagging forward and letting my bound arms hold my weight.
“One more, sweet princess,” Valentin said, running his hands up and down my back. “You can take it. I know you can.”
“Please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “Forgive me. I’m sorry I blew up the boat. I’m sorry I’ve blown up your lives. I’m sorry for being such a brat. I’m so so so sorry.”
Valentin pushed my hair over my shoulder and kissed the nape of my neck, the soft bushes of his lips against my skin grounding me, despite the pain. “We’ve already forgiven you, angel. Punishment is about forgiving yourself.”
I jerked against my bonds, desperate to take off my blindfold to see the truth of his words in his eyes. His hand slid down my back and traced along one of the welts he’d left on my ass.
“One more, sweet princess. Ask for it.”
“Please, ma?tre . One more, I beg you. Please.”
“Good girl,” Angelo praised in my ear as the belt cracked through the air. I screamed on impact, then slumped forward, sobbing, floating between bliss and agony, my back and ass screaming in pain while the vibrations in my pussy increased in intensity.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Angelo continued. “Who’s done everything we asked tonight. Who deserves a reward, like the beautiful slut she is.”
Yesyesyesyesyes. “Please,” I moaned, not sure what I was begging for, not sure what I needed, only that the tension in my body was coiling tighter and tighter.
“Whose slut are you, angel?” Angelo asked.
The question was cold water poured over the fire of my arousal.
“No one’s,” I snarled, jerking on my hands. Asshole.
A line of fire streaked across my back—Valentin’s pocket whip—and I moaned as the pain combined with my already heated skin and turned into bliss.
“No one’s, sir,” I snapped.
Without warning, the two men stepped away from me, leaving me alone, bereft without their touch. I gasped with surprise, startled that aching loneliness filled me, rather than rage at being bound.
And then a thick head of hair slid between my legs, shoulders shoved my thighs even further apart, and hands wrapped around me, holding me still as a hot mouth pressed against my pussy.
I moaned.
“Who do you belong to, toy?” Valentin asked, his breath hot against my ear.
I shook my head, refusing to give in, as Angelo explored me with his mouth, licking and nibbling and?—
Ohmyfuckinggoooooodddddddddddddd. I whined, thought leaving my head as he devoured me, each electrifying lick turning me into a needy, whiney mess.
“Not you,” I gasped, holding onto a thread of sanity.
The vibrator began to buzz rhythmically. Angelo slid a finger inside me and pressure built in my core.
When Valentin hit my back with the flogger—a thudding, aching thump, I screamed, ready to plunge over the edge of my climax.
Only for Angelo to push me up off his face, stopping me from tumbling over the cliff.
“What? No!” I protested. “Fucking please! Please don’t stop!”
“Who do you belong to, slut?”
Nononononono. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give them this. I couldn’t admit how blissful I found submission, that getting out of my head for even a few moments gave me the courage and the strength to keep fighting them for my freedom.
“You’re ours, angel, and we’re going to wreck you for anyone else,” Angelo muttered against the inside of my thigh.
I moaned in response. I wasn’t anyone’s.
“We’re going to ruin you so you never think of another man. You’re fucking ours.”
“Now say it,” Valentin commanded in my ear. He nipped my earlobe, then kissed down my neck, the sweetness of his touch contrasting with the fiery pain where his bare skin rubbed against mine.
“Never,” I responded.
He just laughed and slapped my breasts, sending the weights attached to my nipples swinging. I moaned my anguish.
Angelo slid one finger inside of me, and then two, fucking me roughly while he lapped at my clit with the flat of his tongue.
Warm liquid dripped down my ass, and then Valentin pushed a finger against that back forbidden hole. “No, please,” I gasped. “Don’t.”
If we fucked, I was a goner. And letting them obliterate me with pain and pleasure together? They promised they would ruin me, and I believed them.
“Hush, sweet princess,” Valentin responded. “You don’t get to say no to us.”
He slid one finger in, the gentleness contrasting with the rough speed of Angelo’s movements. Full—so fucking full, overwhelmed with sensation, and then I was falling.
Angelo pulled away again, yanking me back from my pending climax.
“What the fuck?”
“Who do you belong to, angel?”
A rough sob escaped me. All I did was cry these days, but these two men pulled so much emotion out of me, so much need, I couldn’t stop. If I gave them this, gave them myself, I wouldn’t be able to hold anything back. I’d slowly lose myself to my submission until there wasn’t any Ana left.
I had to resist.
“No,” I moaned.
Valentin pushed another finger into my ass, stretching me, scissoring them, and it fucking hurt. And I loved it.
“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well.”
I wasn’t doing well at all. I was agonized and tense, a mess of desperation and pain, coiled tight and unable to explode and relieve the pressure because these fuckers kept edging me.
“I’m not, Valentin, I swear I’m not. Please, I need to come. Fucking please!”
“You are,” he said, as Angelo ran his tongue up and down my folds, licking every inch of me, before returning to tap gently at my clit, sending me soaring with pleasure. “Such a good girl for us, such a perfect little slut who knows exactly who she belongs to.”
“It’s too much,” I sobbed, unable to process the intense sensations they bombarded me with. “I can’t.”
“You can, chérie ,” Valentin said, kissing the nape of my neck. “I know you can. Just a little bit more.”
He pushed another finger inside of me—I’d lost count—and the stretch burned so fucking bad and so fucking good at the same time.
“Look at us, claiming you, using you, owning you,” he said. “Because you belong to us , princess.”
I shook my head, unable to think, overwhelmed by their touches, by the fullness inside of me.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need you so bad.”
“ What do you need, princess?”
“You!” I cried. “Please, fuck me, I need to come, I need you.”
Angelo’s mouth stopped working its magic, and I sobbed with disappointment. Fingers shoved deep inside of me, rocking against that magic spot that made me see stars. “Fuck, yes, please,” I begged, only for Angelo to pull the vibrator away without fucking me stupid with his fingers like I wanted.
He shifted on the bed, then slid underneath me and up through my arms, so I straddled him comfortably, my arms still attached to the bed behind him. When I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against his cock, he moaned softly.
I dropped my head forward, pulling my body flush with Angelo’s so I could press my cheek closer to his, the harsh pinch of the nipple clamps only sending me soaring higher and higher.
“Good girl,” he answered, aligning my hips with his so I could continue to ride him, running my pussy up and down his length, giving my clit the stimulation I craved. “So perfect, such a slut for us, so willing to do anything so we’ll fill up that pretty pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, fill me,” I begged. “Both of you.” Valentin twisted his fingers in my ass, and I howled with the intensity. It was so much, too much. “Please!”
“Who do you belong to, toy?”
I pressed my lips together, even as I rocked against Angelo. Valentin yanked his fingers out of me, and I swore my frustration.
Angelo slid his lips against mine, soft and gentle, before licking them, inviting me to open my mouth. When I did, the kiss turned carnal and possessive, our teeth and tongues clashing together as we both fought for control.
Why was I bothering?
“Easy, princess,” Valentin said, his hot torso pressing against my back. “Who’s in charge?”
I pulled away from Angelo to breathe and whispered, “You are, both of you.”
“That’s right, sweet princess. And who do you belong to?”
He nibbled the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder as Angelo dove in for another kiss. I wanted—I needed— Fuck!
“You,” I sighed against Angelo’s mouth, relaxing into him as I gave in and submitted. “I’m yours.”
Valentin lifted my hips and shoved me down onto Angelo’s cock, and Angelo swallowed the sound of my scream with his lips. He plunged into me, utterly, completely, painfully stretching me until there was no room left for thought, for any sense of self.
“That’s my princess,” Valentin said, not giving me any time to adjust as he pressed his cock against my back entrance. “My good, obedient, perfect princess who submits so beautifully to her owners.”
He breached the tight ring of muscle, and I whimpered with the pain.
Angelo reached between us to flick my clit, and I moaned, relaxing into their warmth.
“Your cunt is gorgeous, swallowing my cock like the perfect slut you are,” Angelo declared. “Stretching around me, taking me inside you. You’re going to beg me to fuck you and fill you with my cum, little toy.”
Before I could take a breath to respond, Valentin drove into me, pulling a sharp scream from me as he filled me. I left this plane of reality and floated, uncomprehending, unable to cope with the intensity of both men inside me.
“Oh no, sweetness, don’t you dare.” Valentin squeezed my ass, painfully digging his fingers into the stripes he’d left on me earlier, and dragged me back down to earth, where I had to face the shattering pleasure of their possession. “Stay with us, princess.”
He ran his thumbs over my nipples, then removed the clamps with unexpected gentleness. I howled with pain as blood rushed back into them, only for Angelo to take one into his mouth and soothe it with his tongue.
Valentin shoved us forward, until Angelo leaned against the headboard, and I tilted onto his chest, then began a slow and steady rhythm, pumping in and out of me as I squirmed on Angelo’s lap. My thighs shook with the effort of holding myself still.
“Mine,” Angelo growled into my breast, before snapping his hips up in perfect time with Valentin, never leaving me empty, pushing and pulling me between them as they fucked me. With each thrust, Angelo’s piercing scraped against a spot inside of me that made my vision fade to static.
“Yours,” I gasped as we moved inexorably toward my climax. I gave up any pretense of free will, allowing them to use me, reveling in my submission, the fact that it didn’t matter what I wanted, what I did. These two men would take everything, every fucking time.
“Ours,” Valentin muttered into my shoulder, his hands on my hips, driving me back and forth between them until I couldn’t tell where I ended, and they began.
“Ours,” Angelo affirmed. They sped up, turning rough as they pumped into me, using me, claiming me.
Higher and higher I soared, an anguished tangle of emotion and desire, until the tension in my core exploded, a supernova bursting outward through my limbs, as I shattered into a million pieces, screaming their honorifics in a prayer-like chant as I collapsed.
Angelo followed me, shouting, “Angel!” as he filled me with his seed, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against him as he fucked me through the aftershocks.
When Valentin came, I could feel him painting my insides with his release. He collapsed on top of me, his weight comforting as he and Angelo ran their hands up and down my body, whispering sweet praise in three languages, telling me what a good girl I was for them, how beautiful I was, how perfect, how I was theirs and they would take care of me.
Boneless with delicious lassitude and too blissed out to protest, to lie and tell them I hadn’t meant it, that I hated their ownership, that my submission was a front, I closed my eyes and dropped my head onto Angelo’s shoulder.
For once, my mind was still—empty and peaceful.
And happy.