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"Yes, you did!"
Ela hit her again, but this time across the backs of her legs. Welts formed immediately. They were the raw kind, but the pain forced her to jump up, almost standing on her knees rather than sitting on her legs. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and the woman was now breathing harder. She panted like she was in heat, clearly lusting after the abuse. I didn't understand how she could like this, but she obviously did.
Then Ela stepped around before her and simply grabbed her by the throat. Jerking her head up and back, he didn't seem to care if she was comfortable. He simply wanted her complete attention.
"My girl wants to see you hurt, Fay. You ready to beg off yet?"
Using the pressure, he hauled her to her feet. Faylie's eyes were locked on his and much too wide. The fear was her aphrodisiac, I realized. Not the pain. It was the power of this man, and her inability to guess what he'd do next. She hurried to get her feet under her, stumbling because her legs weren't ready to move that fast, but Ela didn't care.
"Nari? Lift her up for me?" he asked, his voice oddly casual.
She slipped off the bed, walking to the chain on the wall as if this was no big deal. Once Ela had Faylie standing, Nari raised the manacle until the woman's arms were stretched above her. Then, she tugged just a little more, the pulleys making it easy for her to lift Faylie, forcing the woman to stand on her tiptoes.
And Ela smiled. It was cruel. It was cold. He knew what she was doing, and so far as Ela cared, that was permission.
"Are you jealous of her?" he asked Faylie, meaning Nari. Moving his hand to grasp her jaw, there was a warning in his tone.
"No," Faylie breathed against his hand. "You never hurt her."
His response was to release her so he could backhand her hard. Faylie's head snapped to the side and a red mark appeared on her cheek. "I don't have to hurt them to love them," he told her.
"You don't know anything else," Faylie taunted. "That's why you fake being kind to me."
"No," he murmured, his voice turning deeper, "it's because you like it. Tell me how much it gets you going when I'm sweet like this, Fay."
Her breath caught and her eyes slipped closed. "Too much."
Fuck, but she was hot for this. I didn't get it. I couldn't fathom seeking out this kind of abuse, but she was daring him to give her more. The taunts about Nari? Acting like Ela was being "nice" to her?
What if he snapped? What if she pushed him too far? What would they do to Ela if that happened? This session wasn't even close to done, and Faylie was standing before him, playing with fire. The woman must have a death wish.
"Is this what you want Quin to do to you?" Ela asked, slapping her ass with the flogger this time. It was a lazy hit, not even snapping the leather.
"Harder," she breathed.
But instead, he lowered his hand, refusing to give her what she wanted. "You don't care who fucks you. You just need to feel the pain because nothing else sinks in."
Over by Quin, Nari was looking at his toys. She lifted a crop, complete with the flat leather end to make more noise. "Ela? Show me how to use this?"
"Mm," he said, gesturing her closer. "Do you want to hit her, my love?"
"A little," Nari admitted, making it sound no more important than picking a set of curtains. "I can't let you have all the fun, can I?"
That was what did it. Her willingness to play his games changed everything about Ela. His darkness came a little closer, taking over everything about him. The coldness, the cruelty, and even his "sweet" words had all been an act. This? It was real, and terrifying enough to make a chill run down my spine.
I could feel his inner monster through our bond. It was like trying to hold back a bull by its tail. I was standing here, doing my best to look casual and feeling completely helpless. Then Nari leaned into him and the turmoil inside me evened out. We had this. Together, we would always work. A god had promised us that.
"Then slap her ass with that," Ela told Nari. "Hit hard enough to leave a mark. This one's tough."
Nari cracked the toy against Faylie's ass. The pop was loud but the hit wasn't hard, so she tried again. This time, Faylie flinched. She sucked in a breath and her nipples peaked again. Nari walked around so Faylie could see her. Then, holding the woman's eyes, she cracked the crop against the outside of Faylie's thigh using her entire arm for the hit.
But Ela didn't approve. Surging in, he caught Faylie by the throat with one hand, and lifted. The woman tried to gasp, but she couldn't get air around Ela's fist. Her feet were already straining to keep her up, and now she was trembling, struggling against his strength.
"I warned you," Ela growled. "She is mine. You willnotlook at her -ever!"
The power and vehemence of that made another chill rush down my spine, but Nari seemed to love it. While Ela glared into that woman's eyes, forcing her attention onto him, Nari curled around Faylie's shoulder.
"And I'm going to keep trying to make you look at me," she warned.
