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“Callie?” Thane asked, remaining seated this time. “Breathe. Assess yourself. Where does it hurt?”
She choked on a sob. “Everywhere. Oh God, everywhere.”
“Take a breath. Think past the pain; it’s not real. Understand that. It’snotreal.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. “Now, answer me again. Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere, I…” She sucked in a huge breath, another. Slowly, she lifted her head. “Nowhere. God, that was so real. I felt it, I felt the burn. Sorry, I’m sorry I said the safeword. I’m not hurt.”
Evander silenced her rambling. “Don’t apologize, sweetness. This isn’t your fault. It’s just damned unfair that you have to deal with the fallout of someone else’s actions.”
Elias glanced at Thane, getting the go-ahead nod from the scene referee while Evander worked his good guy magic. He’d been regaled with stories about the Avalon Masters, the trials and tribulations they’d suffered through individually and as a group.
Even though Evander made them all sound wonderful—good, strong, decent people—Eli wasn’t one for big, noisy groups. He liked small, select gatherings.
Things changed, he reminded himself. Constantly.
His eyebrow lifted as Evander’s hand slipped between Callie’s thighs, quite obviously fingering that needy little cunt. Her mouth dropped open, her head falling back, and he had no doubt that her expressive eyes were closed behind the blindfold.
Eli snapped the belt along his leg again, eliciting the same panicked response. Only this time, thank God, she didn’t shout her safeword. Over and over again, he connected leather to leather, shaking up his timing so she couldn’t anticipate the next crack.
He circled her, letting rip with one strike that sounded like a fucking gunshot when he was barely a foot away. Another when he was far away from her in the small room as he could get.
Her reactions grew gradually predictable: blind panic, controlled panic, down to anxiousness, into stark relief.
He fucked with her mind as ruthlessly as Evander played her body.
After twenty minutes, she was too exhausted to do more than flinch at the noise, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think they’d resolved an issue which had had more than twenty years to dig its roots in deep.
“Take the blindfold off,” he ordered quietly, shaking out his arm. It ached from the shoulder down, and his damn leg was tenderized enough to toss on a barbeque.
“Eli—”
“She’ll be fine, Evander. I’ve got this.”
*
Callie
Trapped in the dark, she was helpless.
Ears ringing with thesnap-snap-snapof the cursed belt and her own frantic pulse, she dropped her forehead onto Evander’s broad chest. Every muscle in her body ached from the constant tense and release, fighting her instincts to bolt even as she craved the possessive touch of her Daddy.
She was hot, swollen, slick, and terribly wound up.
As for her clit…well, maybe she’d write an obituary for that part of herself.
“Here, babygirl. Keep your eyes shut for a few seconds, get accustomed to the light again.”
The slight constriction around her upper face and the back of her skull eased. Fingers stroked through her hair, wet at the temples from sweat and tears, and a mouth slanted over hers, kissing her oh-so sweetly.
Humming softly, she swayed into him, blinking tiredly against the too-bright light. “Are we done now, Daddy?”
“Almost.”
“M’kay.”
“Would you like to take Daddy Evander for a ride, Callie?” Elias sank his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back. “Just a slow one tonight, nice and gentle.”
Her eyes rolled toward him. “Maybe tomorrow? I’s very tired.”
