She Discovers Their Secret, She Chooses Their World novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Ten Slaps, Counted Aloud

Élise says yes aloud, takes her first spanking over Sergio's knee while Marco holds her wrists, and gets her first kiss.

I did not leave the room.

"Say it," Sergio said. "Out loud, so there is no mistake in the morning."

My mouth was dry.

"I'm staying."

"For what?"

"For whatever you were going to do about the cuff."

A corner of his mouth lifted, and it was not a kind smile.

"I was going to punish you for touching what isn't yours," he said. "Is that what you're staying for?"

I looked at the chain in my hand and at the black velvet.

I thought of Marco's grip on my wrist at breakfast.

"Yes," I said.

He walked to the study door and opened it a hand's width.

"Marco," he said into the hall.

Marco was there before the word had finished, so he had been standing right outside.

"You knew," I said. "You both knew I'd come in here."

"We hoped," Marco said.

He stepped in, shut the door behind him, and turned the key.

He took in the cuff on my wrist and the color in my face.

"Well," he said softly. "Look at the little thief."

"I'm not a thief," I said.

"Then take the cuff off."

I didn't.

His smile widened.

Sergio sat down in the leather chair beside the desk and unbuttoned his cuffs, one and then the other, and rolled his sleeves to the elbow.

His forearms were corded and covered in ink.

"Come here," he said.

I stood still, my heart slamming.

"Élise."

I crossed the carpet on legs that did not feel like mine.

He took my hips and drew me down across his lap, my stomach over his thighs and my hair hanging toward the floor.

The blood rushed to my head.

I could smell his soap and the faint smoke of his cigar.

Marco came around and crouched in front of me.

He took both my wrists, the bare one and the cuffed one, and held them against the rug.

"Breathe," he said. "Nobody's hurting you."

"Yet," Sergio said above me.

His hand settled on the small of my back, and the heat of it soaked through the dress.

He flipped the hem up over my hips.

I felt cool air on the backs of my thighs and the thin lace of my underwear.

I made a sound I'd never made in my life.

"Count," Sergio said. "Out loud."

The first slap landed across my right cheek.

It was hard, and it burned.

I gasped, and Marco's fingers tightened on my wrists.

"One," I said.

The second landed on the left, and the sting spread into a heat that ran straight between my legs.

"Two."

He didn't hurry.

He gave me the third and fourth in exactly the same place, so the skin there felt flayed and alive.

"Three. Four."

By the sixth I was clutching Marco's hands, and my voice had gone high and thin.

"Good girl," Marco said quietly.

Two words, and I clenched hard around nothing at all.

I felt Sergio feel it.

His palm stopped.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

I buried my face against the rug.

"Answer him," Marco said.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I liked it."

"Then you'll tell me if you stop liking it," Sergio said. "In words, Élise. Not with your eyes."

"I will."

"Good."

Sergio dragged my underwear down to my thighs.

I cried out, and the air touched me where I was bare and wet.

"Look at you," he said, in a voice gone rough. "Soaked, and I've only used my hand."

He slapped me twice more, harder, with nothing between his hand and my skin.

I screamed into the carpet, and I came so close to coming that I shook.

"Seven," I sobbed. "Eight."

"Ten," Sergio said. "You'll take ten."

I took two more.

When he stopped, my skin was on fire and I was crying a little, and I had never felt so awake.

He lifted me off his knees in one move.

My legs gave out, and he caught me against his chest.

His heart was hammering as hard as mine.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked up.

His mouth came down on mine.

It was not gentle.

His hand fisted in my hair, and his tongue slid against mine, and I kissed him back, clumsy and starving.

I had not known a mouth could take so much from me and make me ask for more.

I heard myself moan into his mouth.

He pulled back and stared at me.

His eyes were black.

"That was your first kiss," he said. "I can tell."

"It was," I whispered.

"Do you want another?"

"Yes."

"Say it properly."

"I want you to kiss me again," I said. "Please, Sergio."

He did, deeper, and his hand cupped the burning curve of my bottom and squeezed.

Marco's voice came from behind me, low and rough.

"My turn, I think."

I turned my head.

He had risen, and he was breathing hard, with an unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers.

He didn't touch me.

He picked up the discarded cuff and rolled the velvet slowly between his fingers.

"Not tonight," he said, and his eyes held mine. "Tonight you go to bed and think about what you just agreed to."

"You're sending me away?" I said. "After that?"

"I'm sending you away because you're still shaking," Sergio said. "Come back tomorrow and tell us again that you want this."

"And if I do?"

"Then we'll find out how much you can take," Marco said.

Sergio pulled my dress down for me with surprising care.

"Go," he said. "Before I change my mind."

I walked to the door on shaking legs.

Marco unlocked it and held it open.

As I passed, he leaned down so only I could hear.

"Tomorrow I won't ask you to count," he said.

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