Chapter 77
“Yes please, I want this I said almost begging for it. I hadn’t been whipped before but the thought it excited me. I was seared ton, the excitement and anxiety mixing together making my body tremble.
Relax, my love. Don’t think about it too much, just feel. I know you’d love it. Be a good whore and arch your back for him‘ Dante’s said smoothing my hair. I would have come right then and there. The mixture of dominance and softness almost throwing me off he edge.
The room was quiet–except for the sound of shoes on the floor and the faint sound of my own breathing.
IMy arms rested on the padded edge of the sofa my skin bare and tingling from anticipation. The blindfold remained over my eyes, turning my world into a blur of darkness and sound. I couldn’t see them… but I felt them.
Every movement. Every breath.
The air shifted, and I knew one of them had stepped closer. The space behind me pulsed with presence, I didn’t know who it was–Matteo, Dante, or Enzo–but the silence they held was powerful.
A finger traced the line of my spine, slowly, reverently. I arched without meaning to.
“You’re doing so well,” a voice murmured–Matteo, maybe. Calm and grounding. “Just breathe. Let go.”
Then the sound came–whoosh. A soft, whispering crack through the air.
Not on my skin.
Not yet.
It was just a warning.
My heart pounded wildly. The anticipation was almost worse than the act. My body was on edge, coiled so tightly that every inch of me felt electric.
The first strike came gently–like a sting wrapped in silk. Not pain. Just… pressure. Just a kiss of sensation across the backs of my thighs.
I gasped. Not because it hurt,
but
because it didn’t. Not really. It lit something deep inside me instead–something wild and unfamiliar.
Another followed. Then another. On my ass, my thighs, my back .Each time, my breath came faster, my body more sensitive. I could feel my skin warming, feel the outline of every stroke like fingerprints branded into my skin.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Dante’s voice murmured somewhere behind me, low and heavy with want.
Enzo chuckled, dark and approving. “Look at how she shivers. Like she doesn’t know if she wants to run or beg for more.”
It was true, the only sound in the room, the continuous crack of leather against my skin and my increasing loud moans.
And I was falling deeper into something I couldn’t name.
My mind was swimming. I was floating–somewhere between pleasure and surrender, between fear and craving. Every time the crop kissed my skin, I felt myself unraveling, slowly, beautifully.
I wanted them to keep going.
I wanted to give more.
Because with every breath, every flick, every word–they reminded me of something I’d never felt before.
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That surrender could feel like power.
That pain, when given with care, could feel a lot like love.
You look so beautiful Aria, I wish you could see yourself Enzo said hoarsely like he was out of breath too. My arousal was dripping down my
legs now.
“And so wet too” Dante said rubbing circles on my clit, I pressed my pussy further into his finger moaning “ahh… yess
I felt fingers dip inside my hole causing me to moan even louder,my legs trembling. “You’re too tight baby, these dicks won’t fit into your tiny cunt” Dante said while still twisting his fingers inside me my head was spinning.
“Let’s stretch you out first huh?” Matto said pressing his lips to my forehead
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