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Another sharp slap made her heart stutter, but again, no pain followed. Instead, firm fingertips traced her labia, circled her clit. Dabbled in the wetness she exuded, much to her embarrassment, and trailed down…down… “No! Master Atticus, please, I—”
The fingers left her alone, only to be replaced by a fast swat from the flogger. Strips of what she assumed were leather slapped over her sensitive flesh, hard enough to stop her protests in their tracks. She sucked in a breath and moaned.
“The only words you’re allowed to say are I’m sorry, Sir or your safeword.” Atticus said quietly as the hand returned between her thighs and gave her clit a sharp pinch of disapproval.
Archie squealed between her teeth and nodded. God, they were going to kill her before they were done. And yet…she almost laughed as she realized she’d been aroused by watching Jasper do much, much worse to a submissive’s vulnerable body.
Lube dribbled over her mound, cool and slick. It tickled as it worked through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, then those fingers came back and spread the damn stuff everywhere. Working down over her greedy pussy, toying with her until her hips tried to lift into the touch. Her leg muscles strained with her efforts, sweat began to pearl. More lube spilled over her, enough to achieve Atticus’s purpose, and she stiffened when two fingers circled her asshole gently.
Dread filled her belly as she brought both her hands between her breasts. It wasn't much in the way of comfort, but it was all she had.
Resolved to take whatever came next, she was startled by the soft slap of the flogger across her calves. Her pussy clenched, greedy to feel whatever Atticus dished out. But it was Liam's quiet, “Relax, sweetheart,” that made her squirm frantically.
Liam’s fingers were playing with her, not Atticus’s. The two of them were double-teaming her, weren’t they? Sneaky bastards. One flogging and distracting her while the other…her nails dug into her breasts, small bites of pain against the burn of penetration in her ass.
She yelped as the leather strands kissed her hands with a snap.
“Nope, little bit, that falls under the category of struggling.” The flogger was cool when Atticus laid it on her stomach. His hands were warm as he eased the slim remote from her hold and proceeded to cuff her wrists to the poles at the top of the bench. “Stage two if you please, Liam.”
Stage two? What the hell was stage oooooh. Archie yanked feverishly at her newly bound wrists, resisting the firm pressure of something smooth and thick against her anus. Liam’s fingers were gone, and their replacement was not designed to go up a woman’s butt.
She turned rigid, her hands fisting and her toes pointing to the ceiling as she whined. Vaguely, she felt Atticus move from post to post, checking her circulation.
“Okay, little bit, you’re doing good. According to your admission notes, you have no medical conditions that might make playing difficult. No heart or circulatory issues, no epilepsy, nothing like that?” His hand brushed hers, the briefest connection.
“No, Sir.”
“Excellent.” The flogger was lifted off her stomach, then came down on her again, lightly, picking up a rhythm which sent her mind scattering. “You can ask for leniency, Anarchy.” Atticus's voice seemed to ebb and flow around her in the dark.
Swish, slap. Swish, slap.She was torn in two directions; needing to chase after the quiet stings of pain and trying to formulate the words to say she'd stand her ground. She'd take the punishment and get it over with, despite her keen objections. Swish, slap. Swish, slap.Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears, matching the primal beat between her legs.
“Tonight you’ll learn how to depend on people, not turn them away.” The next volley of blows was a fraction harder.
Archie moaned softly. She just had to accept her punishment, and no one had to go out of their way to help her. She didn't have to face the possibility they'd reject her plea for help and leave her swinging in the wind. She had depended on Jasper to a degree, let her brain use him as a focal point for her submission, and he'd not only rejected her, he'd given her away.
When the thing stretching her open finally popped in and seated itself in her like an unwelcome visitor, Archie sagged in relief and went limp. Inside her, whatever demonic toy they were using seemed to spread open. She whimpered Atticus’s name, unnerved by the sudden increase in pressure, then hissed and arched on a cry as the fronds lashed down on her pussy. Once, twice, three times in quick succession.
“Oh my God!”
The flogger continued to strike at her, but nothing else was touching her now. Her world narrowed down to the cuffs keeping her restrained, the fullness in her rectum, and those damn leather strands licking little fires to life beneath her skin. She was wet and aching, her ass felt strange, and yet it was like an orgasm hovered just in front of her.
“We’re all set, Master Liam. Take the remote and give it to Braun. You all know the rules I’ve set out. Anarchy’s safeword is red.” Atticus’s voice was low, but Archie’s hearing had gotten sharper with her eyesight compromised.
She tilted her head, listening to one set of footsteps walk away while the other circled around the bench. Her skin flinched beneath the quick nips of leather, sensitizing quickly despite never knowing where the lashes would fall. Without knowing how hard the next one would be.
It was…arousing.
The strands pattered lightly over her stomach, her arms, all the tender places. Struck harder across the upraised backs of her thighs, her ass, her pussy. Raised her higher and higher toward orgasm until she remembered Atticus’s orders. Goddamn him, how was she supposed to not come now?
“Close, are we, little bit?” The man in question tutted quietly. “I’ll trade you six strokes of the cane for an orgasm. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?” The flogger kept swinging, back and forth, until all she could hear was her heartbeat pulsing in her ears, feel the rush of blood surging through her veins. “Let me hear that sweet voice sing, Anarchy.”
She screamed as a lightning bolt lit up her insides.
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Chapter Six
Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?
