The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(107)
Arsen slapped her pussy, catching her clit and making her jump. Bain slapped her ass.
“Is that what that is?” he chuckled, dragging her head back through his grip on her ponytail. He fucked her with his other hand, the slap of his palm against the slipperiness of her aroused flesh obscenely loud. “Listen to all that terrible, terrible revulsion.”
She writhed and squirmed, rolling her hips, but still Arsen managed to catch her clit. His pinch stole the strength from her legs and her knees buckled. Were she not suspended from the ceiling, she would have fallen… or not, considering how the brothers held her—Bain’s fingers straining to burrow deeper, Arsen’s plucking at her clit, alternately pinching, rolling, and slapping. Those minor impacts sent jolts of renewed tension shooting through her legs, before the shaking again took command. And then there was Kaden. Cool, calm, his stare as dark as it was hungry when he came slowly back to her.
“Someone should have taught you a long time ago that it’s wrong to break into other people’s houses and take things that don’t belong to you,” he said, his fingers flexing on the handle of his braided crop.
Her tender nipples ached and strained, reaching for him in complete opposition to the cringing, clenching, dread-anxiety-exhilaration-filled rest of her. “You’re right,” she quavered. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking. B-Bad Goldi. Bad.”
Arsen and Bain both laughed soft, dark chuckles that made her clit swell and her pussy tremble. Everywhere their hands touched her, her flesh prickled in dreaded anticipation.
“Bad Goldi, indeed.” Kaden reached towards her with the flat leather tip of that crop. He touched her right breast, pressing the pebbled tip flat to the rest of her round breast. The blush of his previous slaps still stained her skin, the outlines where his fingers had caught her in clear definition upon the paleness of her naked flesh. “Don’t worry,” he promised. “We have our own methods of dealing with little girls who do things they know they shouldn’t. Don’t we, Arsen?”
“Yes, we do.” The middle brother’s smile was far from reassuring as Arsen let go of her clit and slipped back behind her.
“It’s my turn to break her in,” Bain said again, the tenure of his tone dipping lustfully low and sparking in turn a flash flood of excitement that rolled through her in waves no sane woman in this position would have felt. They cut through her, as sharp as the tip of Bain’s blade, scraping raw every nerve in her quivering body.
“So do it,” Kaden ordered, and Goldi’s knees lost all their strength all over again. She’d have fallen if not for the chain attached to her cuffed wrists. Her legs shook, making the links rattle, but there was no escaping this, no slack for any kind of retreat, and no will to do more than flinch when Bain’s fingers withdrew from her. She felt their loss, though. In a way she knew she never should have. Then came the spark—that deep feminine thrill—that accompanied the hard press of his body as he folded himself around her, catching her hips in his hands and pulling the whole of her smaller body flush up against his. The engorged press of his cock, still contained by the fastenings of his trousers, burrowed against her buttocks.
“Oh yeah.” She rocked her bottom back against him, secretly laughing that anyone would think this a deterrent. “Teach me, baby. Teach me all night long.”
Bain laughed then too—a low, throaty, ominous chuckle—and yet, it wasn’t until he pinned her hips to his own that Goldi realized sex might not be the “punishment” he had in mind. Then his fingers splayed, reaching down to prise the slick folds of her sex open, laying the very tender inner pinkness and her vulnerable clit bare to both the open air and the crop in Kaden’s hand.
“Oh shit,” Goldi said, watching horrified as Kaden lowered his arm, adjusting the angle of attack as he took up a new position beside rather than in front of her. When he lay his palm upon her belly, she flinched and flinched again when the flat leather tip of the crop rested briefly on her clit. It tapped twice, the only warning he would give.
“Don’t hit my fingers,” Bain said, the hot brush of his breath sending sparks of hot panic racing through all her firing nerves.
“Don’t worry,” Kaden said, but Goldi was too busy fighting Bain’s unbreakable hold and the bonds on her wrists to wonder whether he meant her or his brother. “I never miss.”
“Shit!” she squeaked. Every muscle locked down as he flicked his wrist back. Then he struck.
She screamed.
Fucking were-bears!
Chapter Three
Goldi threw her whole body into the involuntary buck and squirm that followed the bite of that crop as it hit square on her most sensitive sexual flesh. Her ears rang. She might have screamed; she honestly couldn’t remember what sound might have preceded the mewling squeals she was making now. All she did know was, although Kaden hadn’t struck anywhere near his hardest—hell, he’d barely done more than flick his wrist—that dead-on hit was enough to convince her that she did not want that same spot struck again. Ever. And especially not by him.
In the throes of hurt, she fought her bonds, but the spreader bar affixed to the floor bolt kept her from climbing the ceiling chains, which in turn refused to let her fall. Between the two, all she could do was hang there, her lean body stretched for their ease of access and amusement. The posture reduced all her most frantic efforts to nothing more than ineffective wriggles as she alternately pushed, pulled and twisted. Gradually though, the pain receded and her burst of desperate strength failed. Her mewling cries grew softer, diminishing to little more than breathy gasps. For a while, Goldi just hung there, aware of nothing but the pulsing heat growing up through her wounded clit, turning the lingering sting of pain into a thumping pulse of pleasure.