Page 245 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“I didn’t lie. Not really. I said I was out with Callie. And I was!”

“Drinking at a club,” Jasper states.

“We were just having fun. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Wesley asks. “You could have been drugged. Kidnapped. Raped. Killed. The list goes on.”

“Seeing how you’re strapped to this chair, helpless to defend yourself? You’re proving our point perfectly for us,” Jasper points out.

“You’re right. And I’m sorry. I should have let you know where I was going and what I was doing. That was my fault. It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t,” Jasper agrees. “And we will make sure of that.”

“But for now, we think it’s only appropriate that we punish you for the stunt you pulled tonight,” Wesley adds.

Lifting my head, I watch as Jasper moves to the end of the table. He pushes where my foot is strapped in, forcing my knee to bend and lift upward. Then he does the same with my other leg until I’m spread open and my core is exposed to the room.

I didn’t click until now that my feet were restrained in stirrups.

I watch him, my breathing quickening as Jasper stares at my pussy. Reaching forward, he brushes two fingers along my folds, and I let out a squeak. I wasn’t expecting the gentle touch from him, the strangeness of it putting me on edge, and has me fighting through the fogginess.

I whimper, trying to close my legs even though I know I can’t. Even if I wasn’t strapped down, I’m still too weak, too out of it, to move normally.

Chest heaving from the effort, I try to refocus, to keep my head clear, but it’s not easy.

“Why am I so out of it?” I groan as a wave of dizziness hits me.

“That would be the drugs working their way through your body,” Sylas answers, turning away from the tray of instruments. He lifts up two clamps and looks between them before lifting his gaze to me. “Never take an open drink from anyone, Lola Girl, even a bartender. You never know who they might be more loyal to,” he warns with a chuckle.

“You drugged me?” I ask, frowning. I’m not sure if I should be pissed off or not. “Why? I’d do all of this willingly. You didn’t have to drug me.”

“No. We needed to,” Sylas corrects, but then doesn’t elaborate.

He places one of the clamps on my stomach. With the other one, he rubs the tip against my nipple.

I’m so distracted by Sylas, waiting to see what he’s going to do with the clamp, that I don’t even notice Wesley step up on my right side, taking my other nipple into his mouth.

The warm, wet heat of his mouth causes excitement to zing through my body, warming me up a little bit.

My attention quickly shifts once again when Sylas spits on the nipple he’s playing with. He rubs a few circles over the nub with the clamp again before blowing on it, the cool rush of air making it harden.

Wesley releases my tit with a pop, copying what Sylas had done, before saying, “We did it because we needed to show you how easily anyone could do it. You’re just lucky it was us.” The second the words leave his lips, Wesley bites down around the tight bud of my nipple, making me cry out as my back arches off the chair.

My breaths quicken, heart pounding like crazy as Wesley lowers the chair backwards, so that I’m lying flat on my back.

“W-what are you going to do with me now?” I ask breathlessly.

“Whatever we want,” Wesley answers with a chuckle, flicking the hardened peak.

“Look at her nipples. They’re like pretty little pebbles,” Sylas beams.

Wesley disappears from my vision, leaving Sylas to loom over me.Sylas chuckles, taking the clamp and trapping my nipple between it. The bite of pain shoots straight to my clit, stoking the fire that's been ignited deep in my core. Taking the other clamp, he does the same thing to the other nipple, and wetness begins to gather at my entrance.

How am I so turned on right now? They only touched my breasts. Am I really that fucked in the head that I turn into this sex crazed freak over literally anything they do to me?

The answer is yes.

“Are you wet yet, little slut?” Jasper asks from in between my legs. Before I can even answer, he continues speaking, “Does being our nasty little whore turn you on? Do you cream at the idea of being at our mercy… not being able to fight back? Do you get all hot and bothered thinking about us abusing that tight cunt? Or are you turned on from being this pathetic?”