Page 13 of Their Little Anzerine
Skarg silently circles one of my wrists and pulls it away from my chest. He brings it to the edge of the basin, and the next thing I know, he’s securing my arm with some sort of cuff. Not meeting my gaze, he does the same with my other wrist.
I whimper and start panting as I tug on my arms. Stretched out away from my chest like this, they no longer give me any sort of protection. I’m so exposed. On top of that, I’m aroused again. I just had the first orgasm of my life a few minutes ago, and already I feel that same tightness growing in my tummy. “Papi…” I whine.
Kafran turns off the water. It’s not high enough to cover my breasts, and they are pulsing.
Something catches my eyes, and I lift my gaze to find Kafran holding a strange stick with a square flap at the end. Before I know what his intentions are, he grips one of my breasts, squeezes it, and holds it steady. A second later, he swats my nipple with that flap.
I squeal from the shock and the pain, tugging on my restraints.
Without a word, Skarg grips my other breast, leaning out of the way so that Kafran can swat my second nipple just as hard.
I cry out again. It burns. My tits are on fire. Now they’re even more swollen and red.
Both men grab a restrained wrist and press against the edge of the basin.
“Stop struggling, Baby girl,” Skarg orders, his voice firm. “We won’t let you hurt yourself.”
Hurt myself? What about what they just did to me? “Papi…” I whine.
Kafran grips my chin and tips my head back. “What’s the rule, Little one?”
I sniffle and purse my lips.
He lifts a brow. “Do you need another swat to your titties, Mercy?”
I shake my head. “No, Papi.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
My voice is choked as I obey him. “I’m not allowed to touch my nipples, Papi.”
“That’s right. What did I tell you would happen if you did?”
Another sniffle. “You said you would spank them.”
Kafran nods. “Every time, naughty girl. When we spank you, it’s to remind you to obey our rules. If you don’t like having your pretty titties swatted, you’ll eventually stop playing with them. Eleadian men are very strict about this rule, Mercy. After your piercing, your pretty titties will be constantly hard and needy. The stones will bounce around on the hoops every time you move, reminding you who you belong to. You will have to concentrate to keep from touching them, but you will eventually learn to endure the stimulation without acting on it. Every Little girl does.”
I shudder at the thought of having hoops through my nipples. I can’t wrap my head around the idea.
Kafran lifts one of my feet and examines the bottom. “I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but I want to make sure no debris is embedded in your heels, Little one.” He lathers up his hands and carefully washes me.
I’m mesmerized by his attentiveness and doubly so when Skarg lifts a cup of water. “Tip your head back, Baby girl. I’ll wash your hair while Kafran attends to your feet.”
I close my eyes while these men pamper me. That’s what they’re doing, right? Or are they bossy and domineering? I think both. And it feels oddly comforting. Even their weird rule is calming in its own way. I know now what to expect if I touch my tits. It’s not a guessing game.
Sitting politely and quietly, I let my men give me a bath. Skarg finishes my hair and rinses it while Kafran moves from my feet to my legs and finally between them. He holds my gaze while he strokes his fingers through my lower lips.
Both men finish by washing my breasts as if they are super dirty and need extra attention. The next thing I know, my wrists are released, and Skarg wraps the softest towel I’ve ever felt around me. He lifts me out of the basin and carries me back to the bedroom.
Kafran pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Shall I tell Riand we’re almost ready?”
Skarg nods as he lowers me onto the mattress again. My stomach picks this moment to grumble loudly.
Kafran frowns. “When did you last eat, Little one?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I was too nervous to eat anything today. I was pretty stressed yesterday, too. I ate some soup at lunch.”
“More than a day ago?” Skarg barks.
