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“Do not ever try to appeal to my brother’s kindness again!” he bellowed out, stomping straight toward me. “Neither one of us allow the other to be played. What one of us says goes. You never will be able to play us against each other. You will never be able to divide us.”

“That wasn’t my intent,” I stammered, feeling my gut clench as I scurried back toward the farthest corner of the room, terrified at the fury I saw in Stefano’s eyes. Thomas must have spoken to him about my complete meltdown. Either that, or Stefano replayed the video from the cameras in the room.

Nothing was private.

Nothing.

He bolted in my direction and reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling me mere inches from his face. “Do you really think that there would be no consequences for acting like a damn animal and pissing in front of me? You’re lucky that I didn’t discipline you right then and there. You’re lucky I controlled my anger and waited so I could deal with you once I was fully calm.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered weakly. The sting from my hair being yanked by the man caused tears to well in my eyes. “I won’t try to get in between your brother and you again.”

He tugged my hair harder, forcing my head to go back so I had to stare into his black eyes. My body nude and awkwardly posed—so exposed. “And you are right. I’m embarrassed by my behavior. I shouldn’t have… peed… I’m embarrassed.”

And I meant it. I hated that I had done that. Regardless of how angry I was, I was still a lady and would never had done such a thing in real life.

Regardless of me feeling like a trapped animal in a cage, I didn’t need to behave as such.

“And what do you feel should be the consequence for such a dirty act?”

“A spanking.” The words shot past my lips like a bullet before I had time to think them through. Before I had time to really think what would come from my answer. But I desperately wanted to repent in Stefano’s eyes. I didn’t like seeing him this angry with me. I wanted it to go away. Oddly enough, I didn’t want to disappoint him any longer.

Stefano’s eyes darkened, and his lips set in a thin, firm line.

“At least a naughty girl understands,” he growled.

I wanted to apologize. I wanted to plead for compassion. I wanted to reach into the depths of his evil and pull out even an ounce of humanity. But he was right. I had been naughty. And no, I hadn’t expected to get away with it. In fact, I had found it surprising he hadn’t removed his belt right then and there and whipped me as the pee dribbled down my leg. I had expected his fury and hadn’t received it.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to the handcuffs. “Don’t make me use these again,” he said as he removed them.

It was like a vise had been released from my neck as he did so. I could suddenly breathe so much easier.

Without wasting another second, Stefano ordered, “Go stand in the corner, hands hooked behind your head, and spread your legs wide.”

I could try to run out of the room. But he would catch me.

I could try to fight him off now that my hands were free, even though I knew it was pointless. He was bigger. Stronger. Stefano would get his way regardless of how hard I struggled.

Good girl versus naughty girl.

The choice was mine.

Placing my hands behind my head, I walked toward the corner. At least I wouldn’t have to see him as I took the punishment. I wouldn’t have to see his dark eyes of disapproval. Maybe he would just fuck me, and we could start the babymaking process. At least then, we would be moving forward instead of me in the limbo of hell.

“Legs spread,” he reminded as I waited with my face inches from the wall.

I took a deep breath, and did as he ordered, feeling the plug move inside of me as I did so. I wondered if Thomas was watching through a monitor. Did he feel bad for me, or did he feel this was deserved? If I had squatted in front of him and pissed, I was pretty sure Thomas would be acting the same as Stefano.

Walking up to me, he ran his fingertips along the base of the plug. “Has this stretched you? Does it hurt?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer his question. If I admitted that it still did, regardless that Thomas was able to calm me down and relaxing made me accept the implement much more, would he only tighten it more to torture me further?

“Yes,” I admitted. “It’s big and heavy.”


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