He listened but didn’t question me. “I brought you some coffee. If you’re hungry, Caroline can make you a sandwich.”
I was far from hungry. “What’s going to happen to me?”
“We won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You hurt me last night.”
“I didn’t say we wouldn’t punish you when you deserved it. And as far as last night goes, you came two, three times?”
I glanced away, feeling my face flush hot. I picked up the coffee mug on the nightstand and took a long sip before turning back to him. “Then what do you want with me?”
Gabriel took a step toward me and set his mug down. “Same as last night, I’d like your obedience. Lay down on your belly so I can have a look at any bruising,” he said, stacking the pillows beside me at the edge of the bed.
“I’m fine,” I said, gripping my mug more tightly.
“You’re far from fine. Now do as you’re told.”
“No.” My heart was racing and it seemed as though my mouth worked without my brain’s permission.
A soft smile spread across Gabriel’s face.
Gabriel exhaled, pushed aside the pillows he’d just stacked and sat down beside her. He could see the little pulse at her neck moving fast and her knuckles had gone white around the coffee mug.
“We got off on the wrong foot, but I’ve apologized now. Whether or not you can accept that apology is your choice, but it doesn’t change anything between us. You are under my command — mine and my brother’s. You will do as you’re told or you will face consequences. Now you know we don’t mind getting rough, but I’d like for you to see a gentler side. Pleasure and pain, Evangeline. We give both…generously.”
She swallowed, her eyes going a little wider.
“Now, I can make you do as I say,” he began, prying her fingers from the coffee mug and setting it down on the nightstand. “But I’d really like for you to simply do as you’re told. It will be easier for both of us.”
The girl was trembling, paralyzed it seemed. He cupped his hands around hers and offered her a small smile. “I have some ointment which will make you feel better,” he said. “Do as I say and you’ll be allowed to write your father a letter.”
“I will?” She looked so hopeful, so innocent — that innocence reminding him of his sister. Once she’d been innocent and naïve too.
He nodded. “I keep my word, always Evangeline. You can count on that.”
She considered, studying him. “I’m embarrassed,” she said, a flush confirming her words.
Gabriel smiled at her sweet honesty.
“No need. I’m here to take care of you.”
Her eyes searched his and finally, she lowered her lashes and nodded. “Okay.”
He stood back, his cock already beginning to harden in anticipation at the deep red blush coloring her throat and face. Without looking at him, she stood, unwrapping the towel from around herself before shyly turning to lay over the stack of pillows.
Gabriel took in the sight of her as she waited there, bent over the bed, her pretty little bottom displayed for him. He stepped closer, inspecting her skin, the bright sun across her pale flesh illuminating the row of pink stripes, a neat dozen of them lining her bottom and upper thighs, along with a few lingering bruises from the strap. She kept her legs tightly together, clenching her cheeks.
“Relax your muscles for me, Evangeline,” he said, waiting. “When you’re told to bend over for us, you’re to keep everything soft and you’re never to close your legs like that. You belong to us, remember.”#p#分页标题#e#
She made a sound of protest but slowly separated her legs, relaxing her muscles until the round buttocks unclenched. His cock stood at attention now as he glimpsed the offering between her thighs. He’d get more than a glimpse in a minute though.
Adjusting his cock, he opened the nightstand drawer where he’d earlier placed what he needed. He first took the jar of ointment and opened it, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
“When I say you belong to us, it means your pretty little pussy belongs to us as well,” he said, softly smearing the stuff onto her bottom, gently massaging as he did.
She didn’t speak, keeping her face buried in the blankets instead. That was fine. In no time, he’d be hearing those sweet little sounds she made when she came.
Her skin was smooth, the round buttocks soft against his palms as he massaged her flesh, pressing a little harder as she relaxed to his touch, his fingers moving closer to the split between her cheeks while she lay unmoving and obedient.