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“So you finally get it?” Liam asks, his tone barely above freezing. Then I feel the tugging at my nipples again, and I arch my back to lessen the pull, but it doesn’t help at all.
“Yes,” I cry. “I’m so sorry. You’ll never know how sorry I am—” My voice abandons me as I break down. Uncontrollable sobs are wrenched from my throat while I shake in my restraints.
If I hoped for cajoling words and soft hands on my body, I’m quickly proven wrong. “What is it you think you did wrong?” Kai asks, using his teacher’s voice.
This isn’t a pop quiz, though, and there are no multiple choice options. This… whatever this is, I did it—I created it. Through my blinkered view and bone crushing urge to protect them. When there’s another pull on my nipples, I rush out the words. I apologize for turning my back on them and for being willing to throw it all away.
“Hmm, I think she’s earned a small treat,” Liam says, but since I can hear the smirk in his voice, I don’t feel comforted by the prospect of a treat. Something heavy is rolled across the floor towards me, and I gasp as I feel it slide between my still parted legs. “It needs to be raised.” My consort huffs in annoyance.
The shocked mewl leaving my lips as something is inserted into me turns to pleasure filled moans. “Mhmm right… oh…” It’s as I try to throw my head back in pleasure that I become acutely aware of Gus, who’s still holding onto my hair.
“Answer this next question, Acacia.” Kai’s breath fans across my throat, causing a shiver to work its way through me. He waits until I acknowledge him, which is hard to do while a phallic shaped object is working itself in and out of my cunt, making my wetness drip down my thighs. When Kai finally feels like he has my attention, he asks, “Were you planning on throwing the fight and letting Elena win?”
I still, all thoughts of pleasure forgotten as I clamp my lips together. I want to hurl some kind of smart ass remark at him, like, ‘don’t ask and I won’t lie’ but I know better than to give them even more reason to torture me. Even if said torture is extremely pleasurable right now.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Kai says, his voice deceptively low and smooth.
“Strike two,” Liam adds. Wait, strike two? What the hell was the first? Reading my confusion, he assures me I’ll be told about all the strikes once they’re done counting.
I open my mouth to let him know just what I think about that, but before I can form any words, I think better of it. And when the object between my legs moves again, I moan the pleasure I’m trying to cling to, to use as a shield against the reality of how much I’ve fucked up.
As the hard thing pushes into me over and over, I lose my ability to focus on what the guys are saying. Instead, I undulate my hips, trying to get it exactly where I want it. It’s long enough to reach that amazing spot inside me, yet, much to my frustration, it keeps evading it.
“Thirty!” It’s Gus that says the number with a finality in his voice. Letting go of my hair, he brushes his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “I’m going to release you now.”
When my arms are lowered and my wrists untied, I could cry from how much my arms hurt. I try to roll my shoulders, but every movement sends shooting pain through my joints, and instead I hold my arms close to my sides. Much to my surprise, once I’m untied my legs buckle so I fall down on the hardness between my legs, completely sheathing it inside me. My shriek of surprise earns some apologies, and multiple hands help me up.
I think I’m in Kai’s lap when the awful nipple clamps are removed, and the prickly feeling that follows the release is surprisingly unpleasant, so I almost beg them to put the clamps back.Almost.
My blindfold is next to go. Tears gather in my eyes from the sting of the light that feels blinding. Burying my head in his chest, I shield my sore irises. “I’m so sorry,” I sob into his chest, the blue shirt he’s wearing is getting messy with my tears. “I couldn’t… I mean… I’m so sorry.” The words keep tumbling from my mouth while I feel like the lowest worm, unworthy of the comfort my men offer.
Liam and Gus join us, and I’m passed from one to the other, each of them consoling and touching me. I’m clinging to Liam, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck so I can smell his unique scent.. I selfishly let him bring me comfort that I know I don’t deserve.
I love my men equally, and I don’t have a favorite. Liam is just… he’s different. I don’t know why I’ve never thought about it before, but of course he’s the one who needs me the most. Gus is my cousin—our kinship makes us uniquely bonded. Kai is now my husband, a role that can only be filled by one person, legally. Liam… my poor lost Liam doesn’t think he has anything like that. He’s wrong, though. So, so incredibly wrong, it’s almost laughable. He’s my consort, my warrior, my protector, and… he’smine—the only one who’s in my life by choice.
While we may have met through circumstances outside our control, we had a choice in whether or not to stay together. That same choice hasn’t been there for Gus and Kai. I’m not saying I don’t want them, because I do—more than I can ever articulate.
Where there’s no comparison in my mind, I haven’t done a great job of assuring Liam of the same.
“Are you ready?” Kai asks, pulling me from my thoughts. When I sleepily lift my head from Liam’s shoulder and ask what for, he smiles so wickedly a shiver works its way down my spine. “For your thirty lashes.”
I stiffen in Liam’s arms, unsure I heard Kai correctly. “L-lashes?” I inquire, my voice shaking.
“For each day you’ve hidden yourself from us, for each transgression you owe us a penalty for, and some extra for thinking you could sneak in and out without even talking to one of us.” Gus levels me with his icy-blue stare.
What the fuck?
Liam cups my cheek and turns my face so I’m looking at him. “Do you agree you should be punished?” he softly asks.
I don’t agree—at least I don’t think I do… but then again, I put them through hell. “Maybe,” I whisper, only loud enough for my consort to hear. “Will you… umm… are you going to do it?”
The question barely leaves my lips before Kai strolls towards us. My eyes widen when I see the flogger in his hand. A. Fucking. Flogger. Before I can fully process the implications, I fly out of Liam’s embrace and back away from them. My hands are protectively covering my modesty as I shake my head vehemently. Nope, I’m not doing that.
“Nereid!” Kai’s soothing voice penetrates my panic. “Have you ever been whipped during sex before?”
Before I can stop myself, I think back on what Gus did when he was punishing me for killing Lauren, but I shake those thoughts from my head. That doesn’t count, does it? No, but there was that one time with Kai in his office. He didn’t whip me, he only spanked me.
“N-not really,” I admit, biting down on my lip to stop it from trembling. Nervous energy is making my entire body shake. It’s a mixture of anxiety and excitement for the unknown. “But I…” I exhale slowly, deciding to give them what they seem to need, what they’ve earned—my surrender. “Okay. I’ll… I accept.”
