Page 59 of Road to Redemption

An animalistic cry tore from my lungs, not even stopped by the gags that Dom’s cock drew from my throat. I shook and shook until my muscles began to quit on me — until I fell back limp against Leo, resting my full weight on Spencer’s hips.

But I couldn’t escape the constant vibration against my clit, nor the incessant press of Dom between my lips. I furrowed my brows, struggling to look up at her as she fucked my throat. And when I did manage to lock eyes with her, she just smiled down wickedly at me.

“I only said I might stop. But I’m not done with you, Viper.”

She held me like that for hours. It didn’t matter if I came or not. Sometimes the position would switch, or the tools of her torture, but Dom wasn’t letting me go until she’d drained me of every ounce of pleasure. And my so-called angels were more than happy to help her.

I wasn’t sure how many times I came for them, or how many hours had passed exactly. But by the time they finally finished with me, I could hardly keep my eyes open or lift my head.

As Spencer carried me to bed, the thunk of the shutters lifting and the warm glow of light beyond my eyelids told me that I’d survived to see the morning. But only time would tell if I could survive whatever the day would bring.

32

KIERA

I wasn’t sure when I’d drifted to sleep, but it was certainly well past dawn when I woke up.

Each room in the safehouse was fitted with a king-sized mattress, which was a huge upgrade from Viv’s full guest beds. She did her best, but it was a relief to be out of bed with Dom.

I wasn’t sure how much more of her I could take. Especially after last night, I knew my body needed a break from her fury.

By the time I was stumbling out to the living room, Spencer was hard at work at the stove. Wearing just a sports bra and boxers, Spencer smiled at me. “Morning, Bunny.”

From the looks of it, she was whipping up some omelettes and fresh fruit.

“Sorry it’s not my usual Michelin-star meal.” Spencer shrugged as I looked into the pan. Pulling me into a hug, she squeezed me tight as she took a breath. “You were so good last night.”

A blush rose to my cheeks, still shocked that I let them all fuck me together now. It was a far cry from how I’d felt when I first met them. “Don’t apologize, it looks great. Where’d the fresh fruit come from?”

Behind me, Leo hopped off of the towering stack of weightlifting equipment. Her back and biceps were bulging from the effort of doing God knows how many pull ups. “There was a bag of groceries outside the door this morning. Must have dropped it off before the doors unlocked.”

If our hosts were as brutal as Dom made them out to be, it was surprising that they’d be generous enough to leave us with some decent food.

Dom was posted up on the couch, working on her computer while trying to ignore us.

Covered in sweat, Leo came over and planted a kiss on my cheek. “How’d you sleep, Princess?”

“Good.” I nodded. “Nice to have a little more room.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Dom cringe. Like a part of her was disappointed to not have to keep me so close now.

Maybe she’ll grow a pair and just say that.

Unlikely.

“Food’s ready.” Spencer called from the kitchen.

We all grabbed our plates and ate. Spencer was the only person I’d trust to walk into any kitchen and throw together something delicious. She didn’t need much to cook a yummy meal. When I first came around, she told me it was because she grew up so broke. She was used to digging through cabinets for ingredients and figuring out what would work together even with limited resources.

The omelettes went down easy and we all sat around after, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our day.

Lady was happy to have the excuse to stay in and sleep all day.

But as the morning turned to afternoon, all of us grew restless.

Dom stayed on her laptop while the rest of us oscillated between card games and telling stories.

It wasn’t until around 4 pm that Lady started to whine. We’d set out a towel on the ground, trying to direct her to it like a wee-wee pad but she wouldn’t take it. Dom had house-trained her too well.