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Something about that knowledge makes me see everything differently.
“I love you.” Jaxon mouths it against my lips silently, so that no one else hears. But I can feel it, feel the outline of the letters against my mouth, just as the next strike of the cane lands on my inner thigh.
“Sixteen!” I gasp it out, and then the next as it lands on the opposite thigh. Three left, and I know where they’re going.
“Get ready, little Saint,” Cayde growls, but nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of the cane striking my clit, not even having experienced it before. I’m tender there, swollen and throbbing, so aroused that every nerve feels exposed, and when the cane strikes directly between my legs, snapping against my clit, every muscle in my body goes rigid, my back arching hard as I scream.
I’m so close to coming that I almost can’t stop it.
“Please,” I sob out, shaking, almost crying with pain and pleasure and desperate need. “Please, I’m going to come. I can’t take it again. I’m going to come so hard, I can’t stop it, I need it, please pleaseplease—”
“Not yet,” Cayde growls. “Two more, and then it’s Dean’s turn. And then, if you’ve been a very good girl, you’ll come until you can’t stand it anymore.”
“Two more,” Jaxon whispers, stroking my cheek, his lips brushing over mine again. “Just hang on, Athena. It’ll be so much better if you wait. Just hang onto that orgasm for me, baby. I’m gonna make it so good for you if you do.”
He’s stroking himself slowly now with his other hand, long slow strokes, his fist flexing around his thick length, and I can see how hard it is, how difficult it is for him to hold back. “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he whispers as the next strike hits between my legs, and I cry outnineteen,shuddering. I’m past pain now. It’s only pleasure, every muscle in my body clenched with the effort not to come. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. I can’t wait to feel how wet you are, feel you come on my cock, ohfuck.” He strokes a little faster, gasping as he kisses me again. “One more, Athena. You can take one more.”
It’s not just one more, of course, because Dean is next. But I listen to him instead, telling myselfone more,every muscle flexed to hold back the orgasm that’s on the verge of overtaking me as the cane snaps through the air once more, the whistle of it telling me it’s coming just before it strikes hard and fast between my thighs, stinging across my wet and swollen folds, the tip striking my clit perfectly.
“Fuck!” I scream aloud, jerking against the straps hard. “Fuck, Cayde,twenty, fuck, fuck!”
I feel his palm on my ass cheek, smoothing over it, caressing my skin. “Good girl, little Saint,” he croons. “You took that so well. I can’t wait to fuck that ass.”
Oh god.I shiver at that thought. I knew it was coming, that they’d want my ass as well as my mouth and my pussy, that tonight wouldn’t end without them fucking me in every hole. But just thinking about it right now makes me terrified and aroused all at once.
“Ready for your turn, Dean?” Cayde asks, his tone amused, his hand still resting possessively on my ass.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Dean growls. “I’ve waited long enough for this. But I don’t want her ass.”
I hear him striding towards me, and the snap of a leather belt in his hands, just like the first time he bent me over the couch. It sends a shudder of need through me, but nothing like the tremor that I feel when he speaks again, his voice low and dark and full of hungry lust.
“Turn her around,” he says. “I want the front.”
16
ATHENA
Part of me is relieved that my ass will get a break, and another part of me is shivering with anticipation and fear, because I know what that means. At least part of his lashing will involve my pussy again, and I don’t know how much more I can take without orgasming. I’m already so close.
“I get to touch her when I’m done,” Dean says from behind me. “I’ll wait until last to fuck her, but I’ve got plans, and you’re not telling me otherwise, Cayde.”
“Fine,” Cayde growls, and I feel his hand and Jaxon’s at my wrists and ankles, unbinding me. They turn me on the X, so that my back is against it, immediately redoing the straps so that I’m bound exactly the same way, only this time I’m splayed out facing them. It feels even more vulnerable like this. From behind, they could only see my wet folds, most of the view taken up by my ass. But like this, all of me is on display—my face, streaked with needy tears and gasping, my breasts, every inch of my body, down to my swollen and dripping pussy, spread open so that I know they can see every bit of it, from my throbbing, bruised clit down to my aching entrance.
“We’re going to fuck you like this when Dean is done,” Cayde tells me, his hand sweeping over my breasts, pinching my nipple until I arch upwards into his hand with a cry. His other hand slides down my stomach, and for a second I think he’s going to touch my pussy, run his fingers over my clit or even inside of me, and I’m torn between begging him to and pleading for him to stop. If he touches me, I’m going to come. There’s no way I can stop it. The only thing keeping me from coming from the cane on my pussy is a combination of sheer will, and the lingering pain. If there’s only pleasure, I won’t be able to stop it.
“I’m running out of patience,” Dean growls, and Cayde lets out a long-suffering sigh, stepping back so that Dean can take his place in front of me, and I get a good look at him for the first time since they came into the room.
He’s just as gorgeous as the other two, tall and leanly muscled and arrogant. A runner’s body, where Cayde’s is a jock’s and Jaxon’s is a fighter’s. His handsome face is taut and stern, his ice blue eyes bright with the anticipation of what’s to come, and I can see how much he wants me, the way his eyes rake over me as if he’s never seen anything more delicious, more beautiful than me in his entire life. All three of them make me feel that way now, like a rare delicacy to be devoured, like the answer to their prayers, like a temple dedicated to all their darkest desires. I don’t feel small and embarrassed and ashamed anymore. The flush on my skin isn’t humiliation any longer, it’s elation, because I don’t feel like their slave or their toy anymore.
I’m not their sacrifice. I’m their fucking goddess, taking their punishment and turning it into pleasure, taking their most depraved needs and my own so that we can all revel in it together, like some kind of dark Roman orgy, until we’re satiated with our release.
He strokes his cock as he strides towards me. It’s rock hard, jutting up from between his lean hips, as long as the others if not quite as thick, but still impressive. His belt is folded over in one hand, and I shiver at the sight of it, knowing what’s to come.
Dean comes closer than the others, since he doesn’t have as much range. It feels more intimate. He’s so close that I can almost feel the heat of his body, his cock nearly brushing me. “Don’t bother counting,” he tells me silkily, his voice wrapping around me like smoke, thick and seductive. “Just feel it, Athena. Feel the pain and the pleasure. I want you so wet that you’re dripping on the floor by the time I’m done. I want you to come the instant you’re touched, but not until then. I want you to be mine.”
Mine.I look down at him, at the arrogant lord that I gave my virginity to, the one who won a town and then gave it up because I demanded it. I hold his gaze as he swings the belt for the first time, bringing it across my right breast, and the crack of the leather against the curve of it makes me cry out.
Each of the boys is so different in the way they punish me. Jaxon does it without a plan, until he feels he and I both have had enough, just the way he does everything else in his life. Cayde chooses the maximum amount of pain, taking out his inner rage in measured, hard strokes that are meant to hurt and pleasure all at once, making me count because he loves power over me, loves reminding me that in the end, he’s in control. He needs that, that sense of control, needs my submission in a deep, primal way.
