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Chapter Fifty-Seven
RORY
Fear brews within me at the malice in their gazes. I haven’t just hurt them, I’ve betrayed them, and to the Dixens, there’s nothing worse. They don’t trust, and they certainly don’t care about anyone…except me. I know they will forgive me, but first I’m going to have to pay.
“I’ll do anything,” I offer. “Just tell me what to do. I’myours.” The last word is a plea for them to see the truth. I am theirs, always have been. I just didn’t realize it until this moment, when I almost lost the best things to ever happen to me.
“Damn right you’re ours,” Maddox growls, pacing by the side of the bed as he strokes his beard. “But for this, you won’t be doing anything.”
My brows scrunch in confusion, but then Maddox walks to the nightstand, the one with the locked drawers. He presses a single finger against the handle and the fucking thing opens.
He pulls out a length of silk and tosses it to Alistair, then he throws an item to Rogan that reminds me of a ping-pong paddle. He keeps the last thing he pulls from the drawer for himself, and it’s one I recognize. But before I can plead for him not to use it, Alistair moves forward and shoves the silk into my mouth. I almost choke on it, gagging slightly before my eyes widen as I focus on what they are doing. Maddox lobs him a roll of tape, and Alistair tears off a length with his teeth, which he slaps over my lips so I can’t speak.
“In case you’re wondering, we won’t be blindfolding you,” Alistair purrs, trailing a single finger up and down the center of my naked body.
“We want you to witness your destruction so you’ll remember not to pull this shit ever again,” Rogan informs me.
I nod, staring into Rogan’s whiskey eyes, hating the hurt I see there. It’s my fault. Sorrow fills me until a searing pain erupts on my right breast, and I scream into the silk stuffed into my mouth. I turn to see Maddox seething, the small whip held in his large hand. As I’m looking at the welts forming on my skin, another pain erupts on my other breast, and I jerk my head to see Rogan’s paddle rising from my body.
No…I think to myself as I drop my head back. I’m bound and at their mercy. So this is their punishment? Pain? But it’s more than that, it’s about regaining control for them. About our shared understanding and roles being put back into place. The pain is simply the way they’re doing it.
Bring it the fuck on.
The whip strikes my inner thigh as Rogan brings the paddle down on my breast for a second time. The sting has me crying out, arching my back, and clenching my fists. The pain burns into me like a brand, but even as it hurts, it begins to feel good. Really fucking good. The next lash comes down between my spread legs, right on my pussy, and fuck if I don’t moan like a pain slut in a sex dungeon. That sweet agony fades into burning desire, permeating my body until I’m panting and my body feels too hot.
Alistair rifles through the open drawer and pulls out a vibrating wand, one that has the bulbous, rounded head and goes like a zillion miles an hour. As Rogan paddles my breast a third time, tears well in my eyes. He watches them, and with his whiskey gaze locked on me, he leans down and takes the sting away with his warm mouth, surrounding my nipple with his lips and sucking gently.
How could pain feel so fucking good?
Alistair flips on the wand and rests it against my other nipple, and my cunt fucking clenches from how good it feels as the first gush of wetness leaks from me.
Maddox moves from my side and stands proudly between my legs. The massive Dixen brother rolls up his sleeves as I watch, revealing his muscular forearms. He twists the whip’s handle in his hand then trails the leather tendrils across my overheated skin, starting with my legs, then over my pussy, making me moan.
Biting his lip, he lowers his gaze as a sinister grin pulls at his mouth. “She’s glistening for us, brothers. Seems our pet likes her punishment.”
Alistair trails the wand around my nipple until my chest is heaving. Rogan sucks my opposite bud to the point of pain, the hint of his teeth surrounding it. An orgasm builds within me, and my eyes close as I welcome it, but before it comes, Alistair removes the wand and Rogan bites my tortured nipple.
I scream into the gag, and my eyes fly open as Rogan kneads my red breast with his hand, seemingly absorbed by the action. Alistair moves the wand down my body to my pussy, gently rubbing it over my pussy lips and replacing Maddox, who quickly walks back to the drawers. I turn my head, craning my neck to see what he has in store next.
“Bad girls don’t get to come, do they, kitten?” Alistair says, his head cocked to the side as he rubs the wand over my pussy, touching everywhere but where I want.
The realization of what my punishment is hits me now. They wish to torture my body and bring me to the brink of pleasure, only to take it away. My guess is they will do this over and over again to prove my body is theirs, and my pleasure too. That they can take it away as easily as they can give it. It’s a stark reminder that the Dixen brothers own me mind, body, and soul.
For a moment, I’m mad they would do this to me, but then I remember what I did to them and guilt replaces my anger.
I did this to myself.
I deserve this. I hurt them so badly.
All these men have done is try to help me. They took me in and clothed me, gave me an insane apartment to live in. They take care of my dog too and defend me when lesser men have tried to belittle me. And now they’ve ensured that any evidence linking me to the murder of the grimy motel manager has been destroyed.
The whip comes down on my stomach this time, and the wand leaves my pussy, only for the whip to strike me there before Alistair quickly places the wand against my lower lips.
“Will you ever lie to us again?” Rogan asks as he walks to my other side and takes something from Maddox.
I shake my head, knowing my words are no use. They won’t believe them. I know all too well that these men only trust actions. We’re so similar in that regard. People can spout pretty lies, but the truth is always in what they do.
“We can’t really be sure yet,” Alistair comments as he turns up the intensity of the wand, causing a low groan to sound in my throat as the vibrations stimulate my clit. My thighs begin to tremble, my arousal leaking from me as Rogan fondles my breast and tugs on my nipple.
