Chapter One
Her ass was a pretty shade of red, and the
thin lines from Nikolas’s cane covered the spongy mounds in an erotic display
of her submission. Griffin St. Michaels watched his brother bring the cane down
upon the bottom and the back of her thighs over and over again with a precision
that rivaled his own. Their sub for the evening was a buxom blonde with big
tits and a willowy frame. He heard his brother speak softly to their sub.
“How do you like my lashes, sub?” Sweat
covered Nikolas’s bare back, but still his twin was relentless in punishing the
sub.
“They feel good, Sir.”
“Do you wish to use your safeword ?”
“No, Sir. I want more.”
“Ask me for another ten lashes, girl.” Griffin
turned around and watched as Nikolas held the cane tightly in his hand and ran
the tip of it up and down her spine. The goose bumps that popped up along her
body were visible even from where Griffin sat, across the room.
“May I have another ten, Sir?” She thrust her
ass out for more.
“If you want them, tell me why you deserve
them.” Nikolas kept his voice low and steady.
“I disobeyed you, Sir. I was greedy for more
pleasure, Sir.” The sub didn’t dare lift her eyes, not unless she wanted to be
punished further.
As his brother punished her, Griffin rose and
moved to the bar in the corner of the dungeon. The name might have others
picturing chains hanging from the wall, the moldy smell of earth, and
unspeakable torture devices, but of course it held none of those things. He
poured himself a drink, and listened to the sound of bamboo hitting flesh. It
filled the room with an air of pleasure and pain. Nikolas was the kind of Dom
that derived pleasure from giving pain. He was a sadist in his own right, and
revealed it in every strike of his cane to the body of their submissive
plaything. Griffin, on the other hand, considered himself more of a sensual
sadist. Just the act of making a sub think he would physically punish her, or
forcing an orgasm from her, brought Griffin immense pleasure. It was almost as
good as the act of penetration itself.
Watching the sub’s ass blush as Nikolas caned
her was enough of a visual pleasure in its own right, but where Griffin would
have stopped to stroke their submissive into compliance, Nikolas would rather
cause pain to seek his end result. Griffin supposed both methods worked well
enough, and always their subs were consensual in their play, but Griffin wanted
more. He wanted what their older brother Kristoff had: a loving wife and
beautiful daughter. Kristoff knew that he and Nikolas enjoyed being Dominants
and having their females submissive. Although their brother didn’t live that
kind of lifestyle, he was accepting nonetheless.
Griffin scrubbed a hand over his face and
watched as Nikolas unhooked the female from her bounds and scooped her into his
arms. He laid her on the bed and covered her body with the thick throw. Her
face was relaxed and her small smile told of the pleasure his brother had given
her, despite the fact she had been punished. Nikolas may like to deliver pain
for his pleasure, but he also made sure their sub for the evening got just as
much pleasure out of it. In the end the females always enjoyed it.
After ensuring their sub was comfortable, Nikolas
came beside him and made himself a drink. Griffin had been thinking long and
hard on how to broach the subject with his brother, but whenever the
opportunity presented itself Griffin found the words lodged in his throat.
These repetitive scenes with nameless subs were starting to wear on Griffin. He
wanted something more substantial, more meaningful. He didn’t necessarily want
a 24/7 D/s relationship, but he did want a submissive that would give as well
as she took.
“Not feeling like participating again
tonight?” Sweat gleamed off of Nikolas’s chest, and he breathed out roughly. He
cut his eyes toward Griffin at the same time he brought his glass filled with
whiskey to his
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