The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 122: Good little girl

Chapter 122: Good little girl

Damien and Rhys both stiffened at her question. Clearly they were not expecting her to ask that question.

Rhys chuckled, "Our princess is getting naughty, right brother?"

A loud moan left Beatrix’s lips as Damien’s hand grasped her thigh and gripped it firmly.

His eyes blazing with lust met hers and Beatrix’s breath hitched,

"Hmmm." He hummed in approval as his fingers dripped down to her inner part of her thighs as he rubbed up and down.

Damien smiled down at her . "What do you want,princess?"

A startled gasp left her lips when Rhys grabbed her hair from behind to expose her neck as he attached his lips to her exposed skin just below her ear.

Beatrix gasped as soon as his lips touched her neck and she could feel his smile against her skin.

We’ll give it to you," Rhys whispered. "We’ll give you anything you want."

Beatrix clenched her thighs together as heat began to pool in between her legs.

They were giving her the power to choose. These powerful men were letting her choose between both of them.

Beatrix chewed on her lip a moment, contemplating her answer.

She was finding it hard to think as Damien’s finger’s got dangerously close to her throbbing core.

When she felt the tangle of warm, blunt fingertips against her quivering clit through the fabric of her underwear, she gasped in a breath and spread her legs wider.

"Y-you’re cheating—You have to answer my question not make me answer it." She stuttered her breathing coming out in pants.

Damien chuckled, "Well I want to tie you to a bed and blindfolded your sight, while slamming in and out of that hot, wet pussy, while you have your nice pretty lips wrapped around my brother’s cock "

Beatrix felt delicious shudder shot through her at the thought of actually doing that

Before she could even fathom a reply, he continued relentlessly, "I want to turn your pretty little ass over and spanked you..And with every smack of my hand against your flesh, that tight sex of yours would squeeze around my cock so good."

Beatrix squeezed her eyes shut as she fought a shiver of arousal.

That was a mistake.

Because it just made the images in her head all the more vibrant and clear. Damien’s hand smacking her on the ass, and his firm fingers grasping her butt cheeks and rubbing each area. While she sucked Rhys off.

She knew she would freaking love it when he did that.

God when did she get this so naughty?

A moan left her lips as he rubbed her clit slowly—so slowly she thought she might die.

"What—if I want both of you? What if I want to feel both of you inside me?" God, it was probably the alcohol because what the hell was she saying?

She could feel Rhys’ strong chest pressed against her back, her hair was still lightly pulled back away from her neck, his soft lips touching the back of her shoulder as he pressed light kisses up her neck to the base of her ear.

His warm breath tickled her skin and a pleasurable shiver ram down her spine.

His teeth scraped the outer shell of her ear, his voice husky as he said, "Do you think you can handle both of us little mouse?."

A small moan left her lips as she replied , "

"Y-Yes." She managed out.

Damien’s chuckle reverberated in his chest, and she looked up at him.

Rhys couldn’t help but let a small chuckle leave his lips as well, "Do you know how demanding Damien is in the bedroom? Can you follow his every rules and instructions?

He won’t make love to you, he will fuck you rough and hard."

Beatrix bit her lips, as anticipation pulseed through her.

"I can be an obedient little slut in the bedroom,"

Damien tensed at her words. Clearly he wasn’t expecting that.

She turned to Rhys, her lips curling up, "don’t worry, I can be your slut too,"

She giggled seeing the horror on his face.

"I think two big, throbbing cocks can pound anyone into submission."

Rhys’ lips morphed into a smirk as he leaned back, lowering his eyes at her.

"Well brother, you heard her. Our princess is really naughty after all."

Damien fingers stopped their torturous act and his eyes searched hers.

He reached up, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Are you sure you want to be my good little slut?."

Beatrix tried to hide her shiver. She was trying so hard not to show how those words rolled through her , punch through her skin and crawl into her veins to make them throb with desire.

Good little slut.

He waited for her answer as his thumb stayed against her lip.

Beatrix fought the urge to bite it or lick it.

Instead, she met his eyes and said firmly,

"Yes."

She whispered as a blush tainted her cheeks. Beatrix tried to look away, but Damien wouldn’t let her. He kept her face tilted towards his, lowering his own until their noses touch.

"God, if you only know how much I have been waiting to hear those words out of your lips."

She could feel his breath against her lips. Warm and intimate.

"You will be hearing a lot of it from now I guess." She whispered her voice low.

Damien breathed out, a shudder going through him,

"Will you let me tie you up as I fuck you into oblivion? Will you let me blindfold you as you trust me with your body? Will you let me mark those fine ass cheeks with my hand prints? "

Each words that left his mouth made her breath quickened and he smirked,

"Will you let me give you pleasure and pain? Will you be a good little girl for Daddy?"

His eyes darken and she shivered. A good shiver, but a shiver nonetheless, and he didn’t miss it, his eyes trailing from the pulse pounding in her throat.

Beatrix thought for a moment. The kind of pornography she had mistakenly watched once and the kind of books she had read—well, she was definitely no stranger to this kind of thing he was asking her.

In fact, every time she read a book containing this certain sexual acts she had fantasised about since she was old enough to have fantasies.

Beatrix had always thought something was wrong with her because why the fuck did she get wet anytime she read those scenes.

But now that Damien was giving her the opportunity to experience everything she had ever wanted, she found herself shy, not out of fear because she trusted him but shy because of how little she knew.

When she spoke next, her voice was hesitant.

"How much pain are we talking about?"

He leaned back again, his face thoughtful.

"Well there are many people who are masochists, that get off on just pain."

Beatrix frowned, she couldn’t imagine anyone just getting off pain.

"Really?"

Damien nodded, "Yeah, it’s all mental, it’s a power play, relinquishing control - people get off the adrenaline and rush."

"Oh-" She nodded.

"Trust is key in this situation. Taking risks and indulging in reckless and sinful behavior can be exciting, but only if you know you’re safe and that I would never act without your consent or cause you pain in a way you don’t enjoy." He paused, smirking and raising an eyebrow at her.

"I find pleasure in being in control during intimate moments, but that’s only because you will permit it. The true power lies with you as you have the ability to stop any actions at any time.

Our interactions would always be consensual, and I have to make sure you’re comfortable and willing to take part."

Damien explained.

Beatrix heart thumped in her chest and she nodded.

"What about you Rhys? What do you like in the bedroom?"

She felt him stiffened but he shrugged and picked his wine glass on the table.

Taking a sip his eyes met her, "It depends on who I’m fucking love."

Beatrix swallowed and ignored the slight pang in her chest. She was jealous that he had slept with others before her.

"So you’re not dominant like Damien?"

Rhys shook his head, "No. I like rough and hard sex but it’s different from what Damien does."

Beatrix frowned, "How?"

"Damien is a master who enjoys commanding in the bedroom. He controls everything and has a set of rules you have to follow. As for me, I just fuck because I want release. I don’t have time for romance and any other activities. No kissing, no touching, no looking at me in the eyes when I’m fucking just pure fuck." He said lowly

Beatrix cheeks turned red, "O-okay." She whispered.

She wanted to ask about the other day that Damien had commanded Rhys. The scene still lived rent free in her head.

"So has there been an instance that the only both of you—"

Rhys chuckled, "Are you asking us if we have fucked each other before?" Rhys interrupted her.

Beatrix’s face heated, "Y-yes."

It was a weird question but seeing how natural both of them were it was hard not to assume things.

"No." Damien replied blankly, but Beatrix knew there was something he was hiding.

Beatrix nodded, "Alright. Then I want you to show me, show me what you warn me about."

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