Page 19 of Serving Her Sentence
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The bath was huge,and the water was hot. Noelle let out a high whine as Damian lowered her, still cradling her to his chest. She tried to arch away as the water burned her already hot bottom, stinging the welts and her tender hole.
“Relax,” Damian said sternly. “It will feel better in a minute.”
Sniffling, Noelle tried not to think too hard why it felt so good to be cuddled up against his chest. He’d been the one to put her in this state—he and Sean—but she had definitely thought he’d been the one directing most of it, even if Sean had participated. And he was the one who’d decided she wasn’t going to cum tonight.
At the reminder, her clit throbbed.
Stupid body.
Stupid choices.
The door to the bathroom opened before she could descend too much further into self-recrimination, and Sean came in, carrying a tray.
“Water, please,” Damian said, reaching out the arm that wasn’t curved around her back.
Sean set down the tray on the edge of the tub and handed it over. There was a glass of water sitting in the middle of it. To Noelle’s surprise, Damian picked up the glass and brought it to her mouth, not his.
“Drink.”
It was an order. Noelle obediently put her lips to the glass and as he tipped the glass toward her, drank greedily. She hadn’t even realized how much she needed water. It also washed the lingering taste of Sean’s cum from her tongue.
Speaking of Sean… as she drank, he quickly undressed and climbed into the tub, seating himself across from her and Damian, looking entirely at ease. Both men seemed comfortable just sitting in the tub in silence, with her cradled on Damian’s lap.
She didn’t know how to handle that.
Didn’t know how to handle Damian’s sudden gentleness.
So, she closed her eyes. Took sips when Damian murmured another order. And drifted.
She was barely aware of being tucked into bed.
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“Ow… ow… fuck…. fuck…” Noelle buried her face in her pillow, curling into a small ball on her knees.
Rolling onto her back had beenpainful. Her ass throbbed unhappily as she pushed it in the air. Perversely, her pussy tingled and pulsed in response.
Stupid body.
She’d been sleeping peacefully until she’d rolled over, then the pain had flared. She’d immediately rolled back, but the damage had already been done, causing her to curl into her current position as tears sprang to her eyes. Yet that didn't stop the urge to thrust her hand between her legs and rub out an orgasm.
There is something so wrong with me.
In the clear light of day, alone, she felt the shame much more keenly than she had the day before.
As much as she wanted to tell herself, she'd chosen this sentence, even after Damian's demonstration, because it would be easier than serving jail time, that definitely wasn't the whole truth. Even worse, she couldn't pretend her body didn't ache for release, even after everything. Maybe some part of her had thought a year of service would be easier than ten years in a cage, but it was clear another part of her had actuallywantedthis.
Enjoyed it, even.
Which disturbed her on so many levels because this wasn't how she saw herself. She'd always enjoyed sex—even playing around a little with being tied up and things like that—but this... this was so much more.
And it really fucking hurt.
A knock on her door had her lifting her head.
“Who is it?”