I stopped begging him to stop then, stopped fighting altogether and allowed myself to go limp over his lap. I wept. I wept like I couldn’t remember ever weeping before, not holding back, snot and tears running down my face while he kept spanking me, the two of them no longer speaking, until I was too exhausted even to cry, every tear in me spent. While my bottom throbbed hot, my belly felt soft, that weight, that dread I’d been feeling since I woke up in that truck gone for the first time.
“There,” he said quietly. “I think you needed that.”
I had neither the strength nor the desire to fight as he gently lifted me into his arms and held me on his lap. I tried to bow my head against his chest, not wanting him to see me like this, ashamed and exhausted at once, but he wouldn’t let me. Taking the tissues Syn handed him, Gabriel cleaned my face, pushing away the hair plastered to my wet cheeks, forcing me to look up at him, to meet his gaze. His eyes had darkened, the pupils dilated, and I realized what it was that pressed against my thigh. I looked at his mouth, his full lips, and in that moment, after all that had happened, all I wanted was for him to hold me, to kiss me, to make everything else go away.
Caught up in the mix of emotions, the confusion, this unfamiliar need to be held, comforted, I leaned in to kiss him, the look in his eyes at first surprised, then pleased. He denied me that kiss though and instead righted me, making me stand up between his legs, his hands around my wrists preventing me from rubbing my throbbing bottom. I looked down at him as a single tear rolled down my cheek. His eyes were stern, serious. There was no humor in them. He held me like that and I realized I’d calmed somewhat, the stinging pain across my backside receding into a throbbing heat that I didn’t altogether hate.
I looked at Gabriel’s mouth, desire once more building inside me, awakening parts of me I never imagined would respond to something like this. My exhaustion gone, I wanted one thing. I wanted his mouth on me, on my mouth, on my breasts, on my sex. It was as if he were waiting for me to come to that realization and once I did, I watched his gaze slide down to my breasts, to the peaked nipples. He tugged on my wrists, forcing me to lean closer, and with his eyes on mine, he opened his mouth and took one nipple into his mouth.#p#分页标题#e#
I gasped, the soft heat of his mouth not what I expected. But he held me as I was, watching my eyes as he sucked on the pebbled peak before drawing it out with his teeth, the sensation just this side of pleasure. When he released it, my breath grew ragged, the air cool against my nipple as he turned his attention to the other one, taking it into his mouth and repeating what he’d done with the first.
Fingers at my bottom reminded me there were three of us here. While Gabriel sucked on my breasts, Syn scratched fingernails down over my freshly spanked bottom before gripping the fleshiest part of my buttocks and spreading them open, holding me like that so that the air in the room felt cool against my wet sex, my bottom.
“Sweet like honey,” he said from close behind me before he knelt and Gabriel released my breast, pulling me even more forward so that I was bent over, my ass pushed out behind me, Gabriel’s eyes on mine.
A whimper of pleasure, of anticipation, of resistance — I wasn’t sure which — came from me when Syn’s hands spread my bottom cheeks wider and I felt his tongue at the entrance of my sex.
“Oh…”
Gabriel wrapped his hands around my arms, holding me in position, as, while his brother tasted my pussy, he tasted my mouth. I opened for him, my eyes closing, the sensation of Syn’s tongue licking my pussy, tickling my clit and the softness of Gabriel’s kiss contrasting so completely with the hot throbbing of my spanked bottom.
“She is so sweet,” Syn said from behind me, the work of his clever tongue stopping too soon. I found myself shamelessly pushing backward, wanting him there, wanting his mouth on me.
Gabriel stopped kissing me, his eyes on mine as he released me altogether and I could do nothing but stare into their golden depths. When I stumbled backward, Syn caught me by the shoulders, steadying me. He held me in place while Gabriel sat back in his chair. But I didn’t need to be held. I wouldn’t have run, not now. Gabriel’s gaze moved to my belly, my slit.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said. “Show me your pussy, Evangeline.”
I did, not wanting to want this, wishing my body would obey that part of my mind that told me to fight. But I didn’t want to fight.
“Where do your hands go during inspection?” he asked, looking back up at me.
I didn’t reply with words. Instead, I raised my arms and clasped my hands at the back of my head.