Crack!
His palm connected with my left cheek, the sound sharp in the night air. This time the pain transformed almost immediately into something that made me bite back a sound I’d never made before—something between a gasp and a moan that horrified me with its neediness. My cock was definitely hardening now, trapped against his thigh, creating a friction that my body seemed determined to seek out despite my mental protests.
The sound I made seemed to electrify Marco. His pupils dilated as he leaned closer, one thumb tracing my lower lip. “There it is,” he breathed. “Let us hear you, little wildcat. Don’t hide from what you’re feeling.”
“I’m not enjoying anything!” I protested, but even as the words left my mouth, another wave of that confusing heat rolled through me. Each strike was awakening something in my body that I’d never experienced, something primal and overwhelming that made my omega biology sing with recognition even as my rational mind recoiled.
“No?” Marco’s thumb pressed gently against my lip. “Then why are you making such sweet sounds? Why is your mouth falling open like this?”
I realized with horror that my lips had parted, my breathing coming in short gasps that made me look like I was begging for… something.
Smack!
The eighth blow fell without warning, harder than the ones before, and this time there was no mistaking my body’s response. Pure pleasure shot through me, so intense that a proper moan escaped before I could stop it. My cock was fully hard now, throbbing painfully against Stefano’s leg.
“Perfect,” Marco whispered, and before I could protest, his thumb slipped between my parted lips. “Such a sweet mouth, even when it’s being so defiant.”
The intrusion should have disgusted me, should have made me bite down. Instead, I found myself instinctively sucking on his thumb, my tongue curling around it in a way that made Marco’s eyes darken with hunger.
“That’s it,” he praised softly. “Such a good boy. You’re learning what you need, aren’t you?”
Stefano immediately followed the strike with his palm flat against my burning skin, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had me trembling with the effort not to move my hips. The combination of his touch and Marco’s thumb in my mouth was overwhelming my senses completely.
“Shut up,” I tried to say around Marco’s thumb, but it came out muffled and pathetic. “This isn’t—I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
Crack! Crack!
The final three blows landed in rapid succession, one on each cheek, with enough force to drive the breath from my lungs. But instead of pain, what shot through me was pure, undiluted pleasure. The bastard had found some unholy nexus of pain and pleasure that bypassed all my mental defenses.
The dual impacts, combined with Marco’s thumb stroking my tongue, nearly sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed desperately against Stefano’s leg, and for one horrifying moment, I thought I might actually come just from being spanked—a humiliation I’d never recover from.
Stefano’s hand settled on my burning ass, possessive and heavy. His fingers kneaded the flesh he’d just punished, while Marco slowly withdrew his thumb from my mouth, leaving me gasping and disoriented.
“Such a responsive little omega,” Stefano murmured. “Your body knows exactly what it needs, doesn’t it?”
My face burned hotter than my ass. “Shut up,” I whispered, horrified by the neediness in my own voice. “Just finish this sadistic little game so I can?—”
“So you can what, little wildcat?” Marco asked softly, his hands still cupping my face. “Tell us what you need.”
“Get your hands off me,” I managed, though the words lacked any real conviction. “This is—this isn’t normal. Something’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t be reacting like this.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Marco assured me, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’re just discovering who you really are beneath all that fire.”
To my surprise, Stefano helped me to my feet with unexpected gentleness, steadying me when my legs threatened to buckle beneath me. Marco rose, staying close as I swayed slightly.
I immediately tried to turn away, hands dropping to cover the obvious evidence of my arousal tenting the front of the sweatpants. The movement brought me face-to-face with Matteo, whose usually impassive expression had been replaced by something dark and hungry that made my pulse quicken.
“Dinner’s ready,” Marco announced from beside me, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. “Perfect timing.”
“I’m not hungry,” I lied, desperate for any excuse to be alone, to process the bewildering reactions my body was having. My ass throbbed with each heartbeat, a constant reminder of what had just happened—and worse, how I’d responded to it. “Thecombination of kidnapping and public spanking has killed my appetite. Weird how that works.”
“That wasn’t a request,” Stefano replied, his hand coming to rest at the small of my back with casual possession. “Rule two, remember? You eat what we provide, when we provide it.”
I allowed myself to be guided to one of the camping chairs, wincing as my tender backside made contact with the seat. The pain triggered another pulse of unwanted pleasure, making me shift uncomfortably. Marco moved to retrieve the food from the cooking area.
“Here,” he said when he returned, handing a plate not to me but to Stefano. “He’s probably too shaky to feed himself right now. Look at his hands.”
“I can feed myself,” I insisted, reaching for the plate, only to have Stefano hold it just out of reach. “I’m not an invalid or a toddler or whatever other helpless creature you’re apparently mistaking me for.”
