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No one knew the rules better than Alina, because no one had broken them as frequently as she did. She got away with most of it, trading her mouth for her sisters’ silence, and well, Sir never let them facefuck the way a guilty Alina did. Where they could abuse her pretty little face just shy of bruising her nose, otherwise, they’d all be whipped within an inch of their life.
But the freedom had made her reckless and stupid, and Aleksander despised both.
One of his girls was missing from the dinner table.
Aleksander said as much when he interrogated Zoya on Alina’s whereabouts at dinner, and Zoya didn’t bother lying.
“She didn’t say where she was going after class. Only that she’d be home before dinner. She told us not to wait.” Her fork stabbed her chicken with smug satisfaction.
Genya frowned, wishing Zoya had at least tried to cover for their sister. “I-I think she was going to a study group, Sir. She mentioned needed help in organic chem.”
Aleksander cocked his head to the side, smiling gently at Genya. She blushed fiercely to her deep red roots.
He knew his girls and he knew their tells. Zoya was an opportunist. Genya was easily won with soft looks.
“Is that so?” he tutted. They all heard the front door open and the unmistakable clumsiness of Alina’s arrival. “Let’s ask her, shall we?”
When Sir turned, Genya elbowed Zoya, who pinched her thigh right back.
She came stumbling in, the proverbial bull in the china shop, wild and loud, and halfway through a story about her maths professor wanting her to stay after class to go over her upcoming exam.
“A maths exam?” Aleksander cut his eyes to Genya, whose face was low enough to kiss her pasta. “Genya said you were at a study group. Organic chemistry.”
Alina froze, the first chink her armor. Still, the girl had never fathomed the concept of quitting while she was ahead, and so she stampeded on.
“Ohh, no, I was going to go to that,” she explained. “But then Professor Binns asked me to stay later.”
“And you didn’t tell your sister? She was waiting for you on campus to drive you home.”
“Oh, well, I would have,” she stuttered, “but I-well, I know you’re going to be upset, Sir, and I’m really sorry because I know you said to always keep a backup charger for emergencies, but well, my phone died.” She sighed, folding her hands in her lap and looking the picture of remorse and repentance.
“I deserve to be pushed for that,” she added with a solemn nod.
Just then, Zoya placed her phone down with a thud beside her finished plate, and Alina’s phone chimed with the text alert. Forgetting herself, Alina sent a scowl across the table to Zoya.
The smack echoed around the room. Both girls sat wide-eyed in shock, staring at Alina’s pinkening cheek.
The tension in the room made their stomachs tight.
“Have you two finished your dinner?”
Zoya and Genya nodded.
Aleksander stood up, walking around the table and behind Genya’s chair first. His hands went to her shoulders and squeezed gently.
“I know you wanted to protect your sister, Genya. I admire how much you look after the girls.” He bent down to kiss the top of her head in affection. Genya smiled, until the next words hit their mark. “However, you did lie. So for that, you will be punished. Crawl under the table and put your face between your good sister’s legs and start licking.”
Zoya’s smug satisfaction made Alina’s jaw ache.
Aleksander reached over to lift Zoya’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. He brushed the plump bottom lip with a knuckle but refused her advances to draw it into her mouth. “My best behaved girl,’ he cooed, and predictably, Zoya preened. “I must take care of your errant sister, so Genya will give your reward in my stead. You are not to come, however, until Alina finishes her dinner.”
Alina’s smirk flashed for a quick second before returning to contrition.
Aleksander gave Zoya a searing kiss on her mouth, pulling back before her tongue could request permission. He flicked her nose tenderly. “Greedy girl.”
Finally, he returned to his chair next to Alina and issued a brusque instruction: “Eat. Then we will deal with the matter of your punishment.”
Alina took her time, savoring every bite amidst the lewd sounds of Genya's mouth on Zoya’s pussy. Zoya moaned, whimpered, glared daggers at Alina who insisted on eating one penne noodle at a time, chewing with indolent pleasure.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, ” Zoya whined.
Aleksander watched, peeking under the table every now and then to find Genya rocking on her heels to create friction between her legs.
After 28 minutes, Alina finally ate her last bite, and Aleksander informed Zoya she could come whenever she was ready.
“As for you, Alina, get undressed, use the bathroom, and go to my study. Since you cannot follow simple rules, refuse to, I will also be refusing your orgasms tonight. Twenty-eight times to be exact.”
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As they passed midnight, Alina’s body was shaking uncontrollably.
“What number was that? 20?”
Alina croaked through her sob. “N-nine–nineteen, Sir.”
Above her, he smiled. “That’s a good girl. Now write that down.”
She took a deep breath to steady herself before bending forward to make the tally. It was a slow descent for two reasons. First, with her arms interlocked and roped tightly behind her, her balance already compromised by the long session, Alina could not risk pitching forward and falling into the desk in front of her. She was also unsure whether Aleksander would catch her or just let her faceplant into the assortment of tchotchkes.
The second was the more acute reason. The hook pulled on her sore asshole as her head dipped, but exhaustion was barreling into her, and it was taking longer to retrieve the marker from the pen cup with her teeth. She was seconds away from spitting it out onto the floor, just so she could lift her head and relieve the ache faster, but Aleksander issued a warning as he grabbed the Hitachi again. “Put it back nicely, Alina.”
So she did, and her legs nearly gave out when Aleksander placed the wand to her swollen clit while she was mid-stretch.
“FUCK!” she screamed, earning her a hard spank on her red ass.
Aleksander chuckled. “Might as well stay down there, baby. These are coming faster now.” He jerked the vibration away from her right as her cunt clenched painfully around emptiness. “Or, not coming. That’s 20. Write it down.”
From a nearby glass, he stole an ice cube and rubbed it over her slit. Alina hung her head, catching her breath and drooling down the length of the marker caught between her lips and onto the veritable proof of Sir’s discipline. She would later be made to hang it on the fridge like a child’s prized artwork.
When she stood upright again, he stuffed the half-melted ice cube in her mouth and held his hand over her lips in a tight grasp. He squeezed her tear-stained cheeks between his thumb and finger, every so slightly blocking her nostrils until she was forced to calm her heaving to get the little bit of oxygen he afforded. It felt like dying. It felt like transcendence.
She was wrecked with his cum smeared and dripping all over her body and her own sopping pussy leaking down her thighs. The anal hook was pulled taut from a cord that stretched up her back and tied around her ponytail. To drop her head was to pull the hook deeper, but staying upright at this hour was growing impossible.
“Sir, please. ”
His fingers were stroking her mound in gentle, featherlight tickles that were somehow worse than the myriad of intense toys he’d gone through.
“You are a brat, Alina. A stubborn, irritating fucking slut who likes to flirt with her professors while her Daddy and sisters are at home waiting patiently for her. And you know why I think you do this?”
He lifted her up, a momentary, blinding relief off her feet, and when he spread her legs wide to wrap around his hips, the two balls buried deep inside her ass shifted. His cock pushed into her slick, creamy folds, and the suctioning squelch of her needy cunt welcomed him in with a tight pull.
It was as much bliss as it was agony, and Aleksander toed that line with practiced ease.
He grunted as he rocked her on his cock, hands burning on her tender flesh, and fucked into her with short, sharp thrusts.
“I think you do it, my spoiled, sloppy brat, because you secretly do not like to share. You are as possessive as your Daddy, aren’t you?”
Alina sobbed into his shoulder a series of incoherent pleas. “I’m close,” she gasped out, and he stilled.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get this one for you.” He supported her weight with one arm belted under her and reached his free hand behind to grab hold of her spit-soaked marker and tally 21.
“Ready?” he whispered into her ear before giving it a kiss. Alina nodded.
She felt so full in every sense of the word. Stuffed with his cock and the thick double-balled hook penetrating her, but also filled with his attention. She’d had him all to herself for almost five hours tonight. When they were finished, he would take her into his bed that Zoya and/or Genya may or may not be waiting in. Alina was the only one not given the choice–nor did she want one. She liked sleeping next to him. She liked waking up with him curled around her or on top of her.
And she was beginning to hate waking up to Genya’s soft squeals as he ate her out or worse, when Zoya demonstrated the early bird indeed gets the thick, long worm currently seeking out the sensitive patch against her front wall.
“No, no,” she gasped. “Don’t-I’ll come!” she cried. “Stop, I’ll come if you–”
With a rough tug, Aleksander pulled on the hook and Alina saw stars. Her teeth clenched so tightly, there was a real concern that she might break them. He stilled.
“22. That’s my good girl,” he soothed, but Alina couldn’t hear it over her sobbing.
“Tell me the truth, Alina, and I will allow you to come for the remaining six.”
Snot dribbled out of her nose, and she had no other option, bound as she was, but to wipe it on his bare shoulder. He didn’t mind. It took minutes to find her voice, minutes that he kept buried inside her pulsing heat, but when she finally spoke, it was not meek or whispered. She owned her jealousy and admitted to feeling possessive. To breaking the rules to command his solo time and attention. She spoke of her need for him and him alone. How it was nice to have Genya and Alina, and she loved them both and liked playing with them, but what she wanted was him. All the time. She wanted him so much it felt like desperation. Because she was agonizingly desperate for him, and how could he feel the same about all three of them equally? She wanted him to only feel that way about her. To need her and her alone.
Aleksander shifted her off him, unbound her arms and began to untie the hook from her hair before she whispered–
“Please leave it.”
Her toes curled when he tugged on it in acquiescence.
Aleksander walked around to face her and lifted her chin to meet his soft, warm, loving gaze. In that moment, Alina wondered how she could ever doubt his devotion to her.
“We’ll talk about this later, during aftercare. Right now, you owe me six orgasms. Will you be a good girl and give them to me?” His thumbs swept the tears off her cheeks and he sucked them off each one.
Her first orgasm came easily with nipple stimulation and a repetitive light tapping on her clit. He thanked her for being honest.
The second, two fingers making shallow thrusts in time with his pull on the hook. He praised how brave she was.
On the third that melted into the fourth, with his mouth latched onto her clit, he murmured how gorgeous she was, and that there was no one on this earth quite like her.
On the fifth, he removed the toy from her ass and fucked her slow on the couch. Her back to his chest, he rutted into her and whispered how he needed her, too. How she was special and cherished, how he wanted her like nothing else, more than air, more than water. That she was his sustenance. That the cunt he was three fingers deep in belonged to him and only him and always him.
On the sixth, he folded her in half, her legs cushioning her ears and her breasts smushed together between her knees for him to suckle and bite while driving into her. Those punishing thrusts were for him, but when he tilted her hips higher and rocked into her, the luscious ridge of his cockhead stroking that spot inside her reverently, that was for her.
And when he told her he loved her, that he loved her most of all, because he belonged to her, and only her, and always her, that was for them.