33 - Butterflies

"If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you."

- Niall Horan

. . .

I felt someone place kisses on my shoulders, two strong arms wrapping around me, and a hard body pressing into mine.

"Kitten." He kissed my neck. I sighed, my mouth flew open at his feathery kisses. He was being gentle. "Baby, you didn't eat." I knew that. The plate was on the nightstand. I couldn't eat. I heard him sigh and then he moved me till my chest was pressed to him and I was looking at him in the lamplight. He looked gorgeous.

I couldn't help it. I put my hand on the side of his face, feeling his stubble. He smiled. "You need to eat."

"Not hungry," I mumbled.

"Too fucking bad," he grumbled. I rolled my eyes. He grabbed my jaw. "What was that, little girl?"

My breath turned shaky as he ran his thumb on my bottom lip. "I know things have been hard on you for a past few days," he spoke, putting his thumb in my mouth and pinning my tongue down. For some reason, this felt too sensual. "You have been acting like a little brat and do you know what happens to little brats, my love?"

Desire swirled in my lower stomach. I pressed my thighs together. He smirked, noticing.

He bought his lips closer to my ear. "They get punished," he whispered. "We are going to go downstairs. You will eat. I will tell you something which will make you happy and then we will see how we want to punish this beautiful body of yours. Yes?"

I nodded, unable to speak as his thumb was still pinning my thumb down. He kissed my neck, a soft touch, and got off the bed. He picked me in a way I was clinging to him with my chin on his shoulder. His arms were still around me.

We walked out of the room. I closed my eyes, snuggling into his neck. "Are you angry?" I asked. I didn't want him to be angry again.

"Disappointed, kitten. You need to get better at telling how you feel and this is what happens when little girls don't get punished." He squeezed my ass. "They become a brat."

I blushed, biting my lip as we descended the staircase. He walked towards the kitchen and sat me down on the counter.

He grabbed my neck and pressed a kiss to my lips. "I'm sorry," he said. "I-I already forgave you."

He raised his eyes sores, putting his hands on either side of me. "I know it when you lie, kitten. You have many tells."

My eyes widened. I was an exceptional liar! "What?" He smirked. "I'm not telling you."

I frowned. "Please?"

He kissed me again. "No."

"You are being mean," I accused.

He chuckled. "You have no idea how..." He ran his hands up and down my thighs. I gasped at the warm though. "Mean I can be, baby. What do you want to eat?"

"I-I..." His hands were on my upper thighs, so close to where I was throbbing. "Y-You chose, please," I whispered.

He smirked. "Sure."

. . .

"Really?" I asked.

They nodded as I ate my sandwich.

"You can go, as we said, but bodyguards will be there. You might not notice them but they will be there," Ashton said, looking down at his glasses. I had never seen him without them. He looked as good with them as he did with them but now I had a clear view of his sparkling green eyes

"Okay," I said because I didn't mind the bodyguards if I wouldn't be able to see them. I was excited to go out again. I loved the mansion, it was beautiful and I had explored it a little, as much as the Creeds allowed me to and I respected their privacy more than I wanted to see what was in some rooms. Dead bodies.

Damn it.

"Are you done?" Xerxes asked. I nodded and he picked the plate, putting it in the sink. I washed my hands and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. They watched me as I drank water. They were eager to punish me.

As soon as I put the bottle down. Xerxes grabbed me and pulled me up in his arms. I hid my face in his neck to hide my blush as he climbed the staircase with one hand on my ass and the other arms holding me securely to his body.

We didn't go to my room. We entered another room.

My eyes widened. It was a plain room with mirror walls and a mirrored ceiling. Pressed to one wall was a large black bed. Some bulbs were hanging from the edges of the ceiling, illuminating the whole room.

Xerxes sat ne down on the bed. "Have you ever used a vibrator, love?"

"No," I slowly shook my head as their eyes roamed on my body. I was wearing a tank top with sweatpants.

Ashton sat down on the bed beside me. He grabbed the straps of my tank top and ripped them in two quick tugs. My eyes widened. He smiled at me and pushed my tank top down to my waist, exposing my upper body. My nipples hardened because of the cold room and their warm eyes.

I crossed my arms against my chest. Zavier raised his eyebrows at me. I hesitantly uncovered myself.

"This will hurt," Xerxes said as he walked to the mirror wall and tapped twice. The mirror moved upwards, into the ceiling, exposing racks of stuff and a few drawers. I had seen some of this stuff when I hard searched BDSM online. He opened a drawer and took something out. He walked towards me and sat down beside me.

"Lay down with your arms above your head," he instructed. "They better stay in position, little girl."

I gulped and laid down, putting my arms above my head. Half naked in front of three men. My ancestors must be rolling in their graves right now.

Xerxes pinched my nipples between his fingers. I whimpered.

He chuckled. "You will be doing a lot of whimpering today, little girl."

He put something on them. Something which bit into my nipples sharply and made me struggle to not move my arms. It hurt so much.

I looked down at my nipples with blurry eyes. Butterflies.

Butterflies were hanging from the clamps he had out on my nipples. It hurt.

God, it hurt.

Then why did it made me wet?

I heard Zavier walked away and then he came back with a...paddle in his hand with had holes in it and his other hand held a vibrator.

"On all fours," Ashton instructed.

. . .

This one's for everyone who missed cliffhangers 🌷🌷🌷

...Ashton won, by the way.

I expected Xerxes to win but Ashton won. Zavier is last. Lol.

I've got one more question. I asked this question in my other book, too, but I suspect answers have changed.

So.

Which Valentino?

Dante

Giovanni

I'm not gonna bother adding Fabi, he's on half of y'all hit list. Byeeeeeeeeee