If it were anyone else, they’d be dead by now. We’d have put a bullet through their brain and dumped them in an alley somewhere for the rats and birds to feast on, but Celia is different. She’s our queen, our everything, and we refuse to let anyone put her in danger, including herself.
“I need a yes or no, Celia.”
“Yes,” Celia hisses, her eyes widening in surprise as I drag my knuckle between her lower lips and find them slick with her cream.
“Soaking fucking wet. And all ours.” My teeth clench together tightly as I resist the urge to drop to my knees and bury my face in her cunt.
“I’m going to bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.” My fingers dip into her folds. I pump my finger in and out, and each time, her pussy grips my fingers tighter. “We’re going to protect you from everyone, including yourself.”
“Yes,” she hisses, bucking her hips forward. “More. I need more.”
I slide my fingers from inside her and lift her higher on my hips, pinning her to the wall with my body. “Only if you apologize.”
Her eyes widen with surprise as she wraps her legs around my waist, using them to pull herself toward me. I know exactly what she wants, but I refuse. I want to draw this out for as long as possible, dragging enough pleasure out of her to ensure she is just as addicted to me as we are to her. Our eyes lock as Celia searches mine for something. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but she must find it as she nods her head slowly.
“Use your words,mia amata.” I laugh as her eyes narrow at me.
There’s some twisted part of me that loves making her squirm. The need to make her submit to me, giving me that part of herself she keeps hidden from the world. But there is a part of me that wants to know she’s here with us because she wants to be. Not because of her sister. But because she has a burning desire to be with me, with the three of us.
“Please.”
“I love it when you beg.” I thrust my hips forward, running my cock along her cunt before pinching her clit between my fingers, bringing moans of pleasure from her lips. “Apologize.”
“What am I apologizing for?” she snips, no longer willing to let me play with her body.
“Apologize,mia amata.”
That’s not the right answer. I need to make sure Celia knows that there can be no secrets between us. To keep her safe, she needs to tell us everything, and together, we can make a decision. There’s nothing in this world that means more to me than her, and the need to make her so addicted to me she has no choice but to stay by our side. This little girl needs to learn a lesson.
I wrap her tightly in my arms before turning around and striding toward the sofa on the other side of the room. Darkness surrounds us. I can see Antonio’s eyes focused on us, leaning forward in the chair in anticipation of what I’ll do next. I can see Matteo sitting on the bed, his head lulled to the side as he strokes his cock.
“This. Forever, Celia. We’ve each told you, shown you that you belong to us in every way, but we need you to trust us. Give us your heart.” I lower her legs to the floor before spinning her around. “Hands on the back of the sofa.”
Celia immediately follows instructions, thrusting her ass backward. I groan loudly, rubbing my cock in her crack.
I run my palm over the swell of her ass before my hand comes down hard on her ass cheeks. She moans softly, thrusting her hips backward into my hand.
“I’m going to tell you one more time.” I breathe before lifting my hand high in the air a second time, bringing it down hard on her other cheek. “Apologize.”
I step back, slowly gripping my cock tightly in my palm. Her eyes zero in on my movements as she licks her lips, clenching her legs together, but I smack her hard again on the ass, causing both of us to moan.
“I won’t ask you again.” I step forward, grinding my cock between her ass cheeks and gripping a handful of her hair to tug on it, wrenching her backward and forcing her to look at me. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry,”Celia says as fat tears roll down her cheeks, sobs racking her body as she collapses forward on her arms. My hand comes down harder on her ass for a third time, gripping her hair tightly in my hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper in her ear before releasing her hair.
“No.” Her eyes clench shut and panting loudly as she turns her head to look at me, clenching her legs together, but I smack her hard again on the ass. “I deserve it.”
“You deserve so much more, but bad girls are punished.” I groan, reaching into my pants and tugging on my cock.
“Please,” Celia whimpers as I increase the pressure on my cock, pre-cum dripping onto my palm.
My hand comes down on her ass again, alternating sides with each smack. I bite my lip to stifle the moan trying to escape as her skin turns cherry red beneath my palm. Celia tentatively runs her hand over the growing bulge in my pants, attempting to distract me.
“Teasing me will only mean more smacks for you.” I crack my hand against her bottom again, her skin turning a delicious shade of pink with each strike.
“Fuck, that hurt,” she mews, bucking her hips off the table.