Labyrinth

Chapter 17

THOMAS'S POV

One part of knowing Chloe is knowing when she needs challenge. A lot of the time, with us, that comes in the form of bratty disobedience. Like the defiant act she's playing right now.

"I was just stating a fact." She tries to shrug it off as nonchalantly as she can, given she's pushed against a wall with a hand around her throat.

"Then you'd be lying, wouldn't you?" Nathaniel drags his nose along her throat, her resolve starting to crack.

"No." She breathlessly protests.

"Mmhmm. And when have we ever just let you get away with anything?" He lowers his voice, talking slowly as if he were trying to convince a child to realise their mistake.

Her eyes widen an inch. "Um-" she tries to stall. Her eyes find me, sat on the sofa directly in front of them with my legs crossed and arms resting on the back. Despite the slight panic in her eyes, one thing is certain. She's excited. She's aroused. She knows what she's doing.

"Hmm? Can't think of any?" I mock, pouting. Slow strides carry me towards them, stopping beside her, my steady hand moves up her neck and grasps her jaw, turning it towards me, "That's because we don't."

"When you've been a bad girl-" Nathaniel starts and moves over slightly so I can occupy some space in front of her.

"Like you are now." I click my tongue.

"You've been punished." Nathaniel runs his hands over her body, working her up. Her breathing becomes heavier and her soft, vixen eyes flutter.

"You deserve to be punished, don't you, Darling?" I question with mock sweetness.

Overwhelmed, she only offers a slight nod.

"That won't do, Princess. Answer him properly." His hand squeezes her throat slightly.

"Yes, master." She agrees softly.

"What should we do with an insolent, little brat, hmm?" I direct my question towards her as my fingers stroke the soft skin of her cheek. Her skin is as smooth as the first sip of a well aged Bourbon.

Mesmerised, I almost miss her meek reply, "Punish me, Sirs."

"How should we punish you, Princess?" Nathaniel pipes up, still not detaching himself from her body.

"Anyway you want." Our indecisive girl.

"Sounds like a surprise punishment." I put her out of his misery - that's not the punishment I want to give her.

Nathaniel picks her up and throws her over his built shoulders - he definitely was at the gym today.

I follow behind, forming the plan for her punishment.

Soon enough, they push open the door to the playroom and I enter behind them, closing it and locking it, just for the effect.

I hear Nathaniel throw her onto the bed, her grunting, and them in a long, passionate kiss.

I take this time, whilst they're distracted, to pick out specific implements.

Ones for this particular session.

Opening one cupboard, I take out a few soft lengths of rope. I don't want to go too harsh on her considering what has happened today but, if she feels like she needs it, we'll give it to her.

Throwing them over to Nathaniel so he can tie her arms, I move onto another section: the belts.

I can hear him whispering promises of punishment and pleasure. Her whimpers echoing throughout the room making my bulge strain more.