Page 87 of Road to Redemption

It was a party trick I’d taught myself as a kid — one I hadn’t tried in years on account of the aching that followed. But pissing off Leo would be so much fun.

Fuck it.

I gripped at the base of my left thumb with my right hand, just above the wrist. Then timing between her thrusts, I yanked down toward my tailbone, gripping tight until the joint released with a soft pop.

Still got it.

With my thumb dislocated, I was able to use my other fingers to hold it tight to my palm — tight enough that I could slip my hand through the narrow cuff on my wrist.

And somehow, Leo was still caught up in her dick measuring contest with Spencer. One that was about to be wildly complicated, if I got my way.

Once I was out of the cuff, I did my best to pop the joint back in without dropping the cuff. The pink fuzz lining the edges helped to obscure my hands enough that Leo would assume I was still trapped until⁠—

“I want to see your pretty face,” she grumbled, digging her fingers into my hips as she spun me around. But rather than giving in to her direction, I let my body drop, using the shock of the moment and the fact that she thought I was still cuffed to slip between her legs and escape across the bedroom.

“What the⁠—?”

But before she could process what was happening I was already gone, hopping up onto the bed and right into Spencer’s lap.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she smirked, sliding into me with no need for an invitation.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. The usual excitement of riding Spencer was only heightened by knowing how irritated it would make my bailiff.

But as she puzzled together what I’d done, it wasn’t just sexual frustration that came out in her voice. “Kiera, are you kidding me?”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Spencer laughed. “I told you she’d come back to me.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, dickhead. She just dislocated her thumb. Do you know how bad that is?”

“It’s fine,” I giggled, struck by the absurdity of having this conversation with Spencer eight-inches inside of me. “I used to do it all the time.”

Her face paled as the doctor in her kicked into full gear. “That does not make it okay. That makes it so much worse. You could really injure yourself.”

But it was hard to take the medical advice seriously when Spencer had just lowered her fingers to my clit, massaging me each time I bounced on her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” I groaned, grinding my hips harder against her touch.

And as quickly as the doctor in her had broken through, the beast re-emerged with a vengeance.

She strode across the room, throwing Spencer’s fold pile to the ground without a second glance. The mattress cried out from the pressure as she crossed across the bed to kneel behind me.

I turned to look at her over my shoulder, but she was faster than me, tangling a fist in my hair and pulling my head back against her chest.

“Is this what it takes for you to listen to me? You need me to be a brute?”

“N—” the word died in my throat as she clenched her fist tighter, nearly pulling me off of Spencer.

“How about this: if you want pain, I’ll be the one to give it to you.” The threat was punctuated by a sharp slap. Stinging pain rang through my ass where her bare palm had marked me.

“Ouch!” I hissed. But I was quickly distracted from the pain by Spencer leaning in closer, trailing her tongue up my exposed chest.

“Don’t pay attention to Leo. It’ll only encourage her tantrum,” Spencer cooed, pulling my right nipple between her soft lips.

“Oh, god,” I groaned, letting my head rest on Leo’s shoulder as my back arched for Spencer. Before I could surrender to the ecstasy, though, a sharp ache surged through my left breast: Leo squeezing my hardened nipple between two strong fingers.

They went on like that, matching each other touch for touch. Each soft caress from Spencer was met with a rough scratch from Leo. Where Spencer kissed my neck, Leo bit into my shoulder hard enough to bruise. And as Spencer worked her fingers between my thighs, using my own excitement to massage my clit, Leo sunk two fingers into my ass, pressing up to the third knuckle before spreading her fingers to stretch me.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped, alarmed by the increase in pressure. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t like I was a stranger to anal penetration, but I’d never taken her quite like this. And knowing that Leo was playing the role of torturer added a different element of fear to the equation.