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Oh. Well then. That was a horse of a different color. Especially since they left her garter belt and stockings on. She’d spent a good twenty minutes admiring herself in the bathroom mirror after she’d put them on that afternoon. It felt good to know she wasn’t the only one who thought they made her look sexy as fuck.
When at last they removed the blindfold, even the low lighting of the dungeon was dazzling to her eyes. She blinked several times, until all the black spots disappeared.
The five men were arranged around her, Mason and Jonathan on her right, Camden and Rafe on her left. Aiden stood behind her, his hands resting where her shoulders met her neck.
She’d been correct about the bondage table. In fact, it was her favorite piece of furniture in the dungeon—the one she’d noticed the first time Aiden took her down there, with at least twenty D-Rings spaced evenly around the edge. An assortment of leather straps, cuffs, and chains were arranged neatly below her feet, waiting to bind her to the table in any of a hundred ways.
And that wasn’t even what made her the wettest. Beyond the straps and cuffs was a long, narrow table with five implements on its surface: riding crop, paddle, belt, flogger, and three-ply slapper, all in black leather. Each had a small black tent card in front of it, the numbers one through five written on them in silver ink. Olivia recognized Zach’s perfect calligraphy from the acceptance letters he mailed out each week.
“You’ve been such a good girl this year,” Aiden said, his thumbs stroking the side of her neck. “I wanted to give you something special for your birthday. Something you’d never forget.”
She licked her lips excitedly. “Do I get to choose?”
Several of them laughed, and Camden said, “Oh, baby. There are five of them and five of us. What do you think?”
Her eyes widened. “Allof them?”
“I was originally planning a more traditional birthday spanking,” Aiden said, his hands now circling her neck but exerting no pressure. It was making it hard for her to focus. “Thirty-four licks over my knee and all of that. But it was too predictable. So in order to spice things up a bit, I invented a little game for you to play.”
Olivia squirmed, certain she was leaving a wet spot on the leather table. “What kind of game, Sir?”
In answer, Jonathan reached into his pocket and held out two dice—one black and one white. “Roll the dice and find out.”
Her hand trembling slightly with excitement, she plucked the two dice from his palm. Good lord, this was the most deliciously terrifying thing she’d ever done. After a single quick shake, she rolled the dice onto the table.
The white die read five, the black die four.
“Fuck yes,” Camden said, grinning. He picked up the flogger, running the two dozen or so falls through his fingers.
“So the black die is for which implement you get to use,” Olivia said, eyeing the number four tent card in front of the flogger’s now-empty spot. “Is the white one which of you uses it?”
Camden was shaking his head before she even finished. “No, we drew straws before you got here to figure out the order. The white die tells me where I get to fuck you.”
Olivia was pretty sure her blood legit heated several degrees. Aiden had gotten her a gangbang for her birthday. She had to be the luckiest goddamn woman in the world.
“Evens for pussy, odds for mouth,” Aiden said, as Camden made his choices from the straps and cuffs. His fingers tightened possessively against her throat. “Only I get to fuck you in the ass, Liv.”
Oh, sweet fuck. She was already about half a second away from having an orgasm, and they hadn’t evendoneanything yet. “I get to come as many times as I want, right?” It was more a plea than a question. “Since it’s my birthday?”
Jonathan and Mason gave each other an amused look, and Rafe leered down at her with a wolfish smile. “You didn’t tell me how greedy she is,” Rafe said.
“She’s usually much better behaved,” Aiden said indulgently, kissing the top of her head. “Though I think I’ll let her be greedy, just this once. It is her birthday, after all.”
“Soft.” Rafe shook his head. “Too soft.” He sounded entertained rather than annoyed, though.
Camden stood, having made his selections. “Let’s get you warmed up with something simple. Lie on your belly for me.”
Several seconds ticked by before Aiden finally relinquished his grip on her neck. She missed the sensation immediately. But not wanting to disappoint any of them, she didn’t say a word, instead flipping down onto her stomach.
Camden took hold of her upper arms, shifting her all the way forward on the table, until her chin hung over the edge. Then he used three long straps to bind her, clipping the ends into the D-Rings and adjusting them until they were perfectly tight. The straps across her shoulder blades and waist pinned her arms to her sides, and the third strap cut across her calves.
She tried to wriggle around, and was delighted there was very little give. The only thing she could do was open her legs the tiniest bit.
“First, your birthday spanking,” Camden announced, as if he was the emcee at a grand party. “Count them for me, baby.”
Olivia loved floggers. In her opinion, they were the most versatile spanking implement of them all. When wielded by a more severe Dom, the pain could be excruciating—especially if the falls were made of braided leather. In Camden’s hand, though, the soft leather flicked against her ass with enough force to have a scintillating bite, but not really hurt.
Her voice got more and more eager as she called out each number. Every once in a while, some of the tails would flick down between her legs, and she longed for them to reach her pulsing clit. She strained against the leather strap across her legs, desperate to give him better access, but it was no use. By the time she called out number thirty-four, she was sure her ass was a soft, rosy pink, and the ache in her pussy made her want to cry.
