Page 26 of Bound in Sacrifice

He walks around me and crouches down, placing a hand on my shoulder, possessively.

“We weren’t going to cover punishment first thing, but I guess now is as good a time as any. Master Luca?”

“Stand, slave,” he begins.

“Slave?” I repeat, not caring whether or not I’m following their rules.

That’s abhorrent. I will never be okay with anyone degrading me like that. What happened to ‘Angel’? She breaks one tiny rule so she can help someone else, and she falls from grace?

“You’ll keep quiet unless you want to be next, Rosabelle,” The Beast threatens, stoking the embers that burn dimly in my core.

With the attention of both The Beast as well as Luca on me, Paige uses that second to make a face, telling me to put a lid on it.

“I’m sorry. Sir.” I tack on at the end, almost forgetting.

“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to. You interrupted Master Luca.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, bowing my head slightly.

“Sir.”

“Sir! I’m sorry, Sir.God, I’m sorry everyone!”

I’m already feeling overwhelmed. This isn’t a good sign. I swear Luca just pursed his lips like he was about to smile. Doesheget punished for breaking character? He nods his head at me and directs his attention back to Paige.

Bringing her up into a standing position, his hand slithers up the backs of her legs and underneath her skirt. In one swift, extremely provocative motion, he rips her panties off her. Turning her around, he ties her hands behind her back with the scrap of lace. Straightening her again, so she is positioned the way he wants her, he offers his hand to her and helps her lay down, across his lap.

When she is settled in place, he lifts her tiny skirt so it’s out of the way, exposing her ass to him.

“Count them out.”

“Yes, Master.”

I watch in awe as Luca lifts his hand and brings it down on Paige’s ass cheek, the slap echoes around the room.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

He lifts his hand high, and brings it down again, this time on her other cheek.

“Two. Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you, Sir.”

My stomach begins to tighten and the fire within burns hotter than before. The ache morphs into a tingle, which spreads outward from my core, sending a small rush of moisture through the slit between my legs. I tear my attention from Paige’s punishment and stare down at the apex of my spread thighs.

“Head up, Rosabelle,” The Beast orders me and my head shoots up to watch the scene unfolding before me again.

Smack!

“Four! Thank you, Sir.”

Before I realize what I am doing, my hand moves toward the center of my legs and I have to fight to keep it from connecting with my clit.

“Five! Thank you, Sir.”

Paige’s voice is getting a little louder with each smack. Is she in pain? Is she excited? Both, maybe? My index finger rubs against my lower stomach, inching closer to the sensitive spot on my body that is begging to be touched.

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