Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] Read Free Page B

loud.
    “He also ordered that I have you bathed and ready for him.”
    Sin winced as her arm was wrenched. The little sprite sure had hidden strength. She stood still as her clothes were stripped away, and she dutifully got into the steaming tub. The torture began immediately.
    Sin could not recall ever being so harassed. The brush the tiny woman yielded seemed to grow feral canines with each forceful stroke against her skin. Her skull still prickled from the awful-looking steel brush that had been pulling half her hair out. “Do you really have to be so harsh?”
    “Master Devon likes his bitches clean. Never know where they crawled out from.”
    Sin turned and earned a sharp jab with the brush. “I willnae allow ye tae brand me. I ken Devon willnae like hearing complaints about ye.”
    “Ooh. Foreign. You sound like someone he scooped right out of a stripper’s bar somewhere.” Tiny shoulders shrugged. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s Master Devon’s habits. He’ll tire of you as soon as the exotic flavor wears off.”
    Sin felt like layers of her flesh were being worn off. It was amusing to think that this small pixie had a thing for Devon. Why, he would tear her delicate frame apart. Before she could voice her opinion aloud, a slight sound on the bathroom tiles drew her attention.
    Devon simply strolled past and sat on a cushioned chair situated in the corner before her. He looked ridiculous with fluffy pink frills surrounding him. But then again, it also accentuated his raw masculinity. Muscles bulged beneath his well-tailored clothes, especially at the crotch. Impressive. His steely gray eyes swirled with heat as he his gaze caressed her body intimately. Sin was slow to register that the brush was no longer peeling away her skin. She turned and caught the little miss’s wide eyes fixed on Devon. Know his habit. Huh!
    “You may continue, Cherry.” He spoke to little Cherry, but his eyes never left Sin.
    Well, Cherry certainly didn’t look so cheery anymore. Sin smiled softly as the brush resumed it trek over her ravaged body, only less aggressive. Mm…Guess Master Devon only likes bruising squeaky clean when he’s not around. On that pleasant thought, Sin tried to stifle the giggles within her as blessed silence filled the room. Cherry seemed to have swallowed her racing tongue as well.
    A low growl drew her attention to Devon. Her eyes widened as she followed the path of his gaze. Bloody wobbling boobs. Sin bit her lip against her self-chastisement and vowed not to giggle anymore. But the oath came too late.
    Devon’s command was low but curt. “Leave us.”
    The brush fell into the water with a loud splash. Poor Cherry looked ready to dive in after it. “But, Master, I haven’t finished.”
    Devon was already folding up his sleeves. Much like the first time she’d seen him do that, she was instantly mesmerized by the hard ridges lining his forearms. His large hands certainly looked capable and immensely strong. “Get out.”
    Sin barely registered Cherry’s quick escape. Devon knelt on the floor beside the tub and soaped a face towel until the suds dribbled over his powerful hands. Sin stared into the molten silver of his eyes, lost in the intensity of the violent storm within.
    “Open your legs for me, Sin.” Unable to disobey, her thighs fell apart.
    With one openly splayed hand, he reached beneath her rump and lifted her exposed pussy above the water surface. Sin sighed, and her head rolled back as the soft, soapy cloth pressed her pussy folds open. He washed her with small, excruciating caresses. The cloth teased her taut nub, and she moaned as the linings in her pussy walls contracted.
    Sin didn’t open her eyes as the towel splashed into the water. His soapy finger slid easily into her sleek opening. She arched as he crooked his finger and massaged her throbbing pussy with torturously slow strokes. Sin could not hold herself back anymore. She moved with his hand, pushing herself