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Lifting the scissors to her glorious head of blond hair, I grab a chunk from underneath, putting it between the twin blades. A silent no forms on her lips as she tries to twist away, but it only aids in my sick venture, sliding her hair deeper between the scissors as I cut. The silky coil falls free, and I catch it in my hand, bringing it to my nose to inhale her sweet scent. If possible, Remington’s face grows darker with uncontainable fury, and I smile grimly, pocketing the golden lock. Good, her reaction pleases me—after the other night, I don’t just need to re-level the playing field, I need to remind her who’sreallyin charge.
Ignoring her seething glare, I ease behind her, my nose nuzzling the spot where I cut her hair at the nape. A shudder wracks her petite frame that makes my cock throb painfully. I’m enjoying this far more than I should be, but after the shitshow Windsor turned my life into, I deserve a little pleasure. At her back, I reach underneath her blazer, pulling her white blouse free from where it’s tucked into the pleated skirt’s waistband. Without hesitation, I cut up the middle, the scissors easily slicing through both the material of the blouse and blazer, until the fabrics are severed enough for me to tear wide open, exposing Remi’s soft flesh and the fact she’s not wearing a bra.
I drag the silver point of the scissors down her spine just to fuck with her, but move over to Bentley and Cashel, who are rousing from their stupor, their bodies still hanging limply from chains fixed into the ceiling. Making quick work of their shirts and blazers, I do the same I did to Remington’s, cutting them in half up their backs and spreading them open. I also decide to pull down their pants but leave their boxers.
Working in a quick, militant manner, I get them positioned before they can fight me. Remington is staring at the boys’ underwear, clearly wondering why I didn’t lower her skirt. In answer, I throw her a wink. The little hellion chokes on a scream, her shudder of fear rattling the chains she hangs from, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Who knew Bitterwood could be so fun?
Leisurely, I stroll around the room, waiting for Cashel and Bentley to come to their senses. It looks like I’m evaluating what to do next, but really, I’m just driving up the tension—the fear. I don’t have any true intention of hurting these three, but I understand my duty, too. If I don’t do a good enough job, Windsor will get someone else to do it, and I simply can’t allow that. Eventually, I stop before a wooden cane. Picking it up, I test its weight, squeezing my hands along the smooth length. A smug grin sweeps across my face as I twirl the cane in circles.
I continue my antics until the boys are fully roused, and three pairs of eyes are fixated on me with full attention. “First things first, the reason you are here tonight is simple—you are being punished for not following the rules.” I pause while that sinks in, as their eyes wander around this well-stocked room of torture devices and implements. “The Gallery voted to have you beaten with any instrument of my choice—”Lie.“—and I’ve decided tostartwith the cane. Consider yourselves lucky your punishment isn’t something worse. Secondly—”
“I followed the fucking rules.” Remington whispers this in a low growl while looking down, and I almost miss it.
I slap the shank of the cane loudly in my hand, making them all jump. “Unfortunately, sweetheart, your teammate didnot. Therefore, you take the punishment together.”
“Then why the fuck is Bianca not in here, too?” The way Remi sneers her name causes me to tighten my grip on the cane.
“Are you challenging me?” I murmur softly. Both Cashel and Bentley are fully alert, watching this exchange of words, and while pissed, they seem intrigued with the curly blonde’s response. Remington doesn’t say anything, so I push the cane under her chin to tip it up…and she spits in my face. The two boys hoot and cheer her on as a black fury I’ve never known overcomes me. “Buckle up, Ms. Radcliffe. I’m about to teach you some fucking manners.”
Composing myself while wiping off the glob of saliva dripping down my cheek, I turn to Bentley and Cashel. Without ceremony, I step behind the blond boy, whacking him viciously across his ass and down the backs of his thighs as hard as I can because Mr. Tough Guy needs to learn his lesson the most. He thinks he’s somebody. He thinks he’s in charge. He thinks he can win and outsmart us all—he’s fucking wrong—and the sooner he realizes this, the longer he might stay alive.
Angry red welts and broken blood vessels mar his pale skin, which already bruises from the cane’s handiwork. I go up and down twice, criss-crossing over the wounds before turning to Bentley. Unlike his friend, he knows what’s coming, and his body tenses in anticipation of the blows—the worst thing someone can do. He howls, “Motherfucker!” at the top of his lungs before clamping his lips shut, struggling not to utter another peep as I beat him just like Cashel—hard and without mercy. Satisfied both boys won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week, I finally turn to Remington. Sweet, mouthy Remi, who thought she could defy me and win. Like Cashel, she better learn her place, too.
She’s already panting when I step into her personal space, my chest crowding her front. The girl shakes, but strains on her tiptoes to stand up as straight as possible, refusing to cower—she’s brave, I’ll give her that—but I’m going to break her until she shatters into a million pieces that can never be put back together. Bending my head down to hers, I nuzzle my nose against the back of her ear. “Are you ready, princess?” The term of endearment slips out but fits her so perfectly, my regal, little hellion who’s made it this far. “Answer me.” I make sure to layer steel into my voice. Just because I want to fuck her doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on her.
“Do your worst,” she hisses in invitation.
I moan softly, my dick rock hard. Caning the boys brought me joy—but only the sadistic kind—Remington brings something else out, the kind of longing that tightens my balls painfully in unfulfilled desire. Rubbing the cane lightly over her ass, I flip her skirt up and drag a finger over her panty line. Remi freezes, but I can hear her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to wiggle away. Unfortunately for her, there’s nowhere to go, not with her wrists and ankles bound tightly making every inch of her vulnerable, accessible. I continue to tease her, dancing a finger across Remington’s pussy as I trace her underwear.
She squirms insistently until I pull her flush against my chest, cupping her pussy in my hand from the front, lifting her even higher on her tippy toes. It’s then I catch Bentley’s and Cashel’s glares. Surprised, I assess the two boys when a lightning bolt of understanding jolts me.They want Remi, too.No, not want—covet—and a cold smile overtakes my face as I meet their gazes as my hand slaps at Remi’s thighs until she spreads them into a wider standing position. Excitement and arousal course through me knowing I’m going to taste Remington tonight. But the knowledge that it’s going to bring these two assholes to their knees to see me take her?
Fucking priceless.
Slipping a long finger under Remi’s panties, I dip it into her pussy, which is sopping wet, and enjoy her cry of anguished delight. This is torture for her, better than any cane or whip—the utter and total betrayal of her body. I feel like the motherfucking king of the world when her breathing hitches, and Cashel and Bentley snarl like savages. They hate what I’m doing, but from the tenting in their boxers, they’re enjoying the view. Annoyance skitters down my spine, and I straighten up, letting Remi go. I don’t like the two fucksticks looking at her—Remi ismine. Besides, I want to torment them, not add to their pleasure, so I search the room until I find exactly what I need.
Blindfolds.
Making quick work of it, I step behind Cashel first and pull it over his eyes, trying to tie it. Of course, the prick fights me, so I knee him in his welted ass while simultaneously punching him in the back of the neck. It doesn’t have quite the same effect as if it’d been the front, but it pauses him enough for me to finish my task. Once I’m sure it’s secured, I move on to Bentley, not giving the fucker a chance to fight me. I knee him hard in the balls, watching his dick shrivel into nothing until I can’t even see the outline in his boxers while he groans and curses. Whistling, I tie his blindfold, and move onto Remi. I want to linger, to tease her, but I’m impatient to continue what I started from before and make quick work of blinding the girl.
“Now, where were we? Oh, yes? I was just about to finger fuck the little princess here—who is fucking dripping, if I might add—when Cashel and Bentley started watching and enjoying. Sorry, in case you all forgot, this is apunishment. Boys, you’re the ones who broke the rules. You don’t deserve to see Remi shudder in pleasure under the command of my hands, but you can listen, knowing that I’m touching and owning every last inch of her body that willneverbe yours. And princess? If you’re really good, I’ll let you come. After all, you did fight.”
Bentley and Cashel shout profanities and idle death threats at the top of their lungs while I chuckle darkly, not concerned in the least. Resuming my position from before, I press Remi’s back into my chest and snake a hand around her throat, curling tightly for a moment before dragging my fingers across her chest and down to her skirt. Her breathing grows heavy when I move up her thigh to her sweet center. I can feel the warmth of her skin from where I cut through the blouse and blazer at her spine, but it’s nothing compared to the heat her core is throwing off. This time when I slide under her panties and insert a finger, she’s evenwetterthan before. Interesting. Does the little brat enjoy my dominance? Remington’s breathing hitches as I slowly finger fuck with one digit, then two, then three, before I stuff a fourth into her tight pussy, curling them deep inside of her before thrumming her clit.
Remi’s moans are fucking music to my ears.
I bring her to the edge of release before backing away, doing this over and over until she screams at me in rage. Her pussy squelches when I drive my fingers in and out, the sound echoing around the room, taunting the boys even more. They can hear how wet she is, forced to listen to every breathy moan pulled from her lips. Cashel wears his fury like a cloak around him, but Bentley surprises me. His face is blank, but I know his mind is going a million miles per minute. From what I’ve witnessed, Cashel is the leader of the two, but right now, it’s Bentley that I need to watch my back for the most. Whatever he’s plotting isn’t going to end well for one of us.
Remington trembles under my touch, finally breaking after the fifth time I stop before she comes. Sobbing, she hiccups a soft ‘please’, begging me like I’ve dreamed. “Please, what?” I’m enjoying being a prick far too much, but I need to hear her say the words.
“P-p-please... I need it so badly.”
She doesn’t answer me explicitly, and the wickedness inside of me swells with how I’m going to use it against her.
“Then let me give it to you,” I purr.
Faster than lightning, I snatch my left hand away from her pussy and out of her underwear while arching back with my right, which is holding the cane aloft and ready. Before she can cry, plead, or yell at me, I bring the wooden stick down on her ass hard. It’s still covered by the thicker layer of her pleated skirt, but I have no doubt it still stings like a motherfucker. Remi sucks in a horrified breath at the contact, but instead of bellowing her pain like I expect, she groans deeply. Everyone in the room freezes at the unexpected sound, and I nearly lose my control to bend her over and fuck her into oblivion.
