Bailey, Debbie - Sienna's Submission [Men of Kinsey] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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    Both men just sat there staring at her, waiting to hear all the excuses that she had come up with.
    Sienna wanted the floor beneath the bed to just open up and swallow her whole. How do they expect her to think when they’re naked, for god’s sake?
    “And don’t even think about running, sweet pea.” Sasha smiled, rising from the chair and moving across the room toward the bed again. “I’d catch you before you made it to the hallway.” Sitting up, and even with the bed sheet pulled up to cover herself, Sienna felt naked with the way the both looked at her.
    “I can’t think when you guys are undressed like you are,” she breathed out, trying desperately not to even glance at either of the men. With her head bowed, she was glad that her hair covered her so that they couldn’t see the look of longing on her face.

    * * * *

    “Sienna…? Master Sasha asked you a question, so unless you want to earn another punishment, I suggest you answer truthfully,” Mikhail said, not liking the way she was trying to hide from them. He knew that she had feelings for them. He also knew that she was fighting them for some reason.
    Sasha stood at the side of the bed, gloriously naked. His arms crossed on his chest, waiting.
    “You don’t understand,” Sienna said in an almost-whispered tone. “I don’t do things like this. This isn’t me.” She was shaking now, twisting the bed sheet in her hands.
    “Bullshit!” Sienna jumped at the tenor of Mikhail’s voice.
    “You may not have done anything like this in the past, but we know you’ve been curious. And as for this not being you? Oh, honey, this is sooo you! You just haven’t realized it yet. You were born to be a submissive, baby!”

    * * * *

    “Oh great,” she cried, trying to at least preserve some of her dignity. “So I was born to be a sex slave, huh?” The tears were falling freely over her cheeks now. “I know I’m not sexy or beautiful.” Her voice broke from the utter embarrassment of the whole situation. “What the…” Before she could say anything more, Mikhail had pulled the sheet away while Sasha lifted her off the bed and turned her over his knee.
    Smack! “What are you doing, Sasha?” Smack! She cried out as his hand came down again on her already tender backside.
    “First off, little one, you were warned not to talk badly about yourself ever !” Smack … “Secondly, you have not been acting like a very good little sub. You aren’t referring to us in the proper manner, and you seem to think that you can lie to us as well as yourself!”
    Sienna could feel the juices from her pussy flowing freely.
    Turning her head away from Sasha, she was now looking directly into the eyes of Mikhail.
    Pulling her head back by her hair, he smiled. “You, my dear little sub, are going to realize this weekend just how much you mean to Sasha and I. But before you can do that, you need to be completely honest with us.”
    Sienna could feel the fear of them finding out her true feelings rising up to choke her. Smack … Oh god, she hoped they didn’t realize how much she enjoyed her punishment. It seemed that every time Sasha smacked her ass, the more she liked it.
    Kissing her shoulder, Mikhail ran his hand down her back and over her now-very-sensitive bottom.
    “God, Sasha, look how beautiful and pink her ass is. I can’t wait to fuck it! And from the feel of it,” he said, his voice deepening with passion as his finger moved smoothly over her pussy. “Our girl loves her spanking. She’s dripping wet.”
    “Oh, god,” she sobbed as he inserted his finger into her channel.
    “You are ours to cherish, little one, ours to care for, love, and protect.” He continued on, now pushing two fingers inside her.
    “Mikhail!” she cried out as he pumped his finger in and out of her.
    Smack … “Who?” Sasha snarled.
    “Master Mikhail,” she panted, “please I can’t take it. Let me come, please!”
    Smack ! “Your orgasms are ours to

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