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“Nuh uh. Youowehim. Now, you gotta pay,” Dean said, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes glinting like I’d never seen before.
Maybe I was hallucinating.
I choked on a laugh. Yeah. Definitely was. Hearing shit too.
He stalked to a small table, grabbing something else from a basket while I tried to keep everything from shifting around me in a kaleidoscope of singing colors. Dick once more completely deflated and down for the count, I listened to my loud breaths weave through the harmonious tunes of blues and greens. Ginger attempted to get out of the restraints, but I couldn’t make out the chains rattling. Or maybe they acted as the clanging cymbals in my ears.
She didn’t look at me. Didn’t make a demand.
I stumbled aside at Dean’s shove, watching as he strapped a ball gag around Ginger’s head. He squatted and held her chin while she writhed to escape his touch. “Be a good girl for me, Ginger, and I’ll bring you so much pleasure you won’t walk straight for a goddamn week.” He slapped her cheek before rounding the bench.
“Let’s count,” he said, his tone jovial as fuck, laughter shadowing out the colorful music making my focus swim.
Shit.
I rubbed my eyes.
A red hand print blossomed on Ginger’s cheek as she lifted her head to peer at me. Tears slid from her lashes, creating the dark makeup tracks over her skin that I’d hoped to see. She moaned, but I couldn’t decipher her words.
Dean swatted her, once more sending Ginger lurching forward against the bench. She screamed around the ball gag.
“One!” he called, clear through the loud colors in my head. “After ten, I’ll give you a break and fuck your ass. You’ll be all squared up with Chaz. Deal?”
Ginger didn’t answer. Couldn’t since he swatted her again before she could utter a sound.
Sobs garbled around the ball gag, and Ginger’s head drooped by the fourth, her body barely twitching with the next couple of hits.
“There’s a good girl,” Dean crooned. “Giving in to me. Your ass is on fire, babe. Gorgeous stripes from the cane.”
The tune making my body sway went hazy—cut off abruptly.
Cane… I’d handed him…a fuckingcane? I thought I’d grabbed a damn paddle off the wall.
My feet shuffled me around the bench, and I stared at the markings across Ginger’s ass. One welt bled.
“Dean…” I muttered, shaking my head and almost toppling over from sudden dizziness.
“Shut up, Micah. She owes him—she consented to this.”
“No—she didn’t.” At least, I thought she hadn’t. Had she?
“Of course she did,” Dean stepped back and swung the cane like a goddamned baseball bat. A welt rose immediately along the top of her thighs. Ginger didn’t move.
“Is she okay?” I asked, not sure what was reality and what was fucked-up hallucinations.
“She’s fucking fine.” Dean hit her again and stepped back, heaving for breath and sweating. He shook, adrenaline definitely crashing through him. “Gotta have this ass.” He smoothed a hand over her backside, in complete contrast to his violent lashings.
“Condoms, lube,” I croaked out, remembering that much. At least, I thought I did.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean rubbed the head of his dick all over her asshole, then pussy, smearing pre-cum.
“Condoms,” I repeated, but Dean fucked into Ginger’s pussy, balls deep with one thrust.
“Fucking hell, she’s wet. Shit. Never felt anything like it.”
I blinked, trying to clear up my vision of the two of them morphing into one body. He wouldn’t do anything she hadn’t asked for…right?
I couldn’t fucking remember.
