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“Good. Now let’s begin.”
It was a good fucking thing he gagged her, because he must not have gotten the memo that her birthday spankings were for pleasure, not pain. Her ass was dancing in the air after only three strokes.
Rafe took firm grip of her hips, holding her in place. “Be still, or I’ll go even harder.” It was a promise, not a threat.
Screwing her eyes closed, Olivia nodded. Every single muscle in her body was tense as she waited for the next stroke to fall.
Slap.
Jesus fucking fuck, it hurt so much.
Slap, slap, slap.
It kept going, one stroke after the other, Rafe never even giving her a moment to collect herself or settle into the pain. She was crying by stroke twenty, straight up sobbing by twenty-five. She knew her face was a disgusting mess of tears and snot and drool.
But her ass stayed exactly where he wanted it all the way through to the end.
“Good girl,” Rafe said, kneeling up on the table behind her. “For that, you’ve earned the right to come.”
And then he was fucking her, and fucking hell, she’d never scened with Rafe before, and wasn’t prepared for the way he pounded into her like her pussy owed him money. After a few minutes, he switched up his angle, and she whined around the gag as he hit her G-spot over and over.
So. Fucking. Good.
She came first, new tears springing to her eyes at the intensity of it, her clenching pussy sending him over the edge with her.
Was she really supposed to do this two more times? Was that even possible? Her body felt so utterly used and spent, she couldn’t imagine anyone being able to wring any more pleasure out of her.
Rafe was surprisingly gentle as he released her and got her cleaned up, taking special care to wipe her face clean with a soft cloth. “I’m glad we finally got to do this,” he said, and good heavens, he was actually smiling. “I hope you can be a third in some of my scenes in the future.”
As long as he respected her hard limit on canes, that could definitely be arranged.
Once again, she had to roll the black die multiple times, until it finally landed on six. “What happens now?” she asked, eyeing the little black tent cards, which only went up to five.
“Wielder’s choice,” Jonathan said with great satisfaction. Picking up the belt, he bent it double and snapped the two sides together. One corner of his mouth lifted at the loudcrackit made. “I’m glad I get to fuck your pussy. After all, I’ve already had your mouth.”
She blushed a deep crimson, relishing in the shiver running down her spine. “I’m glad, too, Sir.”
Jonathan got her to her feet, leading her to the foot of the table. “Aiden’s told me how much you love being bent over the furniture,” he said, pushing between her shoulder blades.
Sighing contentedly, she bent at the waist until her stomach, breasts, and cheek were pressed against the smooth leather. She stayed perfectly still as Jonathan bound her to the table, cuffing her ankles to the table legs and using a single, wide strap across her waist.
“Hands at the small of your back,” he ordered, cuffing them together when she complied.
She turned her head so she could see Aiden, watching her with so much love and pride that her heart swelled. “Thank you,” she said, her voice more than a little dreamy.
Aiden brushed her hair behind her ear. “Keep being a good girl for Jonathan. I’m next, love.”
Olivia’s legs were shaking before the belt even touched her. She’d been bent and twisted and contorted like some sort of fucked-up doll, and her muscles were growing weaker by the moment. Once Jonathan got started, she sagged against the table, letting her torso support most of her weight. He focused his effort on the tender flesh of her thighs, though she could tell he was holding back most of his strength. The soft bite of pain was enough to make her skin warm and tingly.
She kept her gaze locked with Aiden’s through all thirty-four strokes.
When at last Jonathan tossed the belt aside and positioned himself between her spread thighs, Aiden pressed two fingers against her lips. “Suck,” he ordered, pushing them into her mouth. “And use plenty of spit, because that’s all the lube you’re getting before I start finger-fucking your ass.”
With an excited moan, she put her all into sucking his fingers, laving them with her tongue, making them as wet as she possibly could. She was sucking so hard that when he pulled his fingers from her mouth, they made a wetpop.
She didn’t know which hands belonged to whom, but one gripped her hip possessively, while two others spread her ass cheeks wide apart, baring all of her. As Aiden pushed his fingers into her ass, Jonathan entered her slowly from behind in one long, fluid stroke.
Olivia moaned again, closing her eyes. The two Doms worked her pussy and ass in perfect tandem, matching each other’s rhythm. One of them reached down to tease her clit, too, and she found herself begging for them to stop. “Too much,” she said over and over, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her. “Please no. It’s way too much. I can’t, I can’t, Ica-a-a-a-an’t.”
