by Marlee Wray
I gasp. In the lit room, when Anvil flexes, he doesn’t even look human. Cyborg terminator, maybe.
“Back up, C. Let us do this,” Anvil said, pulling a blade from a pocket on the side of his cargo pants. “Let me,” he says, his glacial blue eyes holding mine.
I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I force myself to be still. He grips the front of my tank and scores the fabric with the tip of the blade. Then he grabs the side of my shorts and cuts them. He slides the blade away and then with small jerks, rips the fabric. My clothes drop away.
Anvil takes a step back, looking me over. “Yeah. Beautiful.”
“Is everyone going to be naked?” I demand, holding my hand over my shaved pussy. I’m blushing what must be a shade of maroon.
“If the situation calls for it,” Trick says. “But only then.”
My mind races. Exactly what does that mean?
Trick goes into the bathroom and runs the piece of carved ginger under water. Anvil sits on the bed, sets a couple of pillows on his lap, and gestures to them.
I swallow, close to hyperventilating, but move mechanically to him. My voice is unsteady, but I manage to meet his eyes. “I know how strong you are. You don’t have to prove it.”
“On your body? Never,” Anvil says.
I lie across his lap, so the pillows are under my belly.
“Forward. The pillows under your hips,” Anvil says.
I raise onto my elbows and knees, inching forward, and then lower myself. My ass is now the highest point and I’m sure my pussy is peeking out from between my legs.
“Good,” Trick says. “Open her.”
Strong fingers grip each buttock and pull them, making my crease yawn, exposing me completely. I can’t help it; a ragged sound of indignation escapes.
I feel the ginger finger probe my little asshole. “Hang on,” I say, jerking forward.
Anvil’s big paw slaps my ass. “Be good.”
“I thought—hey, don’t!” I say, fighting as he pulls my clenched cheeks open. His strength pins my hips down onto his lap to trap me in place. I’d thought they might tease me with the ginger by slipping it in and out of my pussy. I didn’t realize they planned to insert it in my anus. I’m not mentally prepared to be plugged there in front of three men.
“If she was restrained, this would already be in,” Trick says mildly.
Anvil leans forward. “Do you need to go back into restraints?”
“No!” I say, while reaching back to cover my ass with a hand. “Just don’t put it there.”
“It’s where it goes,” Trick says.
“Zoe,” C says firmly. “Behave yourself.”
“C—!”
“No,” he orders. “Cooperate.”
I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
“A long punishment fuck in that hole would work too, C,” Trick says. “If you’d rather, go for it.”
My belly clenches, and I shake my head. “No,” I protest. “Not that. I just—just spank me.”
“Zoe,” C says impatiently. “You’ve got less than a minute to cooperate before I spank you and then tie you down and fuck you.”
I will my limbs to relax, but it’s not easy. Trick rubs my low back with one hand while pressing the cold wet ginger against the rosette of my ass. Anvil holds my cheeks apart.
I’m so naked and exposed, letting them all look at and touch me, letting them do filthy things to me. And yet, I’m not really scared now. It’s more a feeling of spinning out of control, and of being on the verge of something. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want them to stop.
I let out a defeated sob as the steady pressure finally wins. I hang my head, my shoulders shaking, and I realize that’s the point. Being mastered, having my ass plugged with a vegetable, it’s a deeper chastisement than being spanked.
Then I start to feel a burning pain. “Ow!” I say, reaching back.
Anvil grabs my arms and pins them against my lower back.
“Ouch! No!” I scream, but the more I move, the more intense the burning becomes.
“Watch yourself, ‘Vil,” Trick says.
“Go,” Anvil responds.
That’s when the spanking begins. The slaps aren’t very hard, but they jar me and make me clench, which causes flaming pain in my ring. I buck and scream.
Trick stops spanking and bends down. He catches my hair and uses it to turn my head, so I’m looking him in the eye.
“Take it out!” I shriek.
He shakes his head. “If you need something to do with your mouth, one of us can give you a cock to suck.”
“If anyone puts anything in my mouth, I will bite it off!” I yell, twisting and squirming. I nearly buck off Anvil’s lap, and he has to haul me back into position.
Trick raises his brows. “Making threats? I don’t think this punishment’s hard enough yet.” He stands and slides his belt from its loops. “Come on, ‘Vil. Unless you’re going to spank her, toss her on the bed and tie her down. I can’t whip her with you in the way.”
“No!” I scream, wrapping my arms around Anvil’s leg.
Anvil says a couple of words I don’t understand. “When she’s hurt, she still fights,” Anvil says with admiration in his voice.
“It burns! God. Take it out!” I say, kicking my legs and thrashing. I nearly end up on the floor, and then Anvil does grab me and toss me on the bed.
I fight being restrained, but I’m overpowered and soon I’m on my knees with my shoulders on the mattress.
I scream obscenities as I’m cuffed again. Then the belt slaps cleanly against my flesh and the end of the root, pressing it into me, and I wail. The whipping continues, lines of fire rising in my ass as my ring burns unbearably.
Finally, I can’t scream. I can’t fight the restraints. It’s all I can do to drag the breath into my lungs. I break down, sobbing into the sheets. The belt stops thrashing my unprotected ass, but the throbbing burn continues.
I cry desperately, not caring anymore what any of them think.
Finally, the ginger is taken gently from my cringing hole. The pain subsides, but I’m still incredibly aware of my exposed body, so vulnerable to everything.
Cool gel is dripped onto my ring. I whimper a protest.
A vibrator’s hum fills the air just before it’s applied to my clit. Still crying, I beg them to stop, but the sexual stimulation continues.
I keep my eyes closed, unbearably embarrassed even as I start to feel aroused. This dark and dirty punishment is part of being owned by Connor McCann and of being indebted to his partners.
My traitorous hips begin to move. “Don’t. Please don’t!” I rasp.
My wrists are unrestrained and I try to escape as fingers push into my ass.
“Be still,” Connor husks. “And keep your eyes closed.”
Something silky is tied around my eyes, and then the sensations all crash into each other. Fingers pinching my nipples, cupping my breasts, stroking my slit, delving into my pussy, buzzing my clit.
My words are incoherent as I’m pressed down onto a mound of pillows.
“Please,” I cry raggedly. “I need to come. Please.”
A cock drives into my punished ass, and I shake against the mattress, whimpering. The hard thrusts grind my clit against the vibrator and mattress.
I’m still crying when I come, pleasure and pain fused together, searing my mind into complete submission.
My body is splattered and filled with seed. They own me.
All of them. All of me.
My mind drifts, disengaged from anything but the connection I feel to these dark masters.
* * *
Zoe
I’m being cradled against Trick’s chest as he carries me upstairs. I’m not hurt, but maybe my legs would be too shaky to hold me. He carries me into the master bathroom.
“Here,” C says, standing naked in the milky water that’s filling the Jacuzzi tub.
Trick hands me to him, and I’m lowered into wa
rm, silky water. Trick lowers himself to the marble and grabs a loofah sponge. He dips it and rubs it over my spine.
“Nah, not yet,” C says, pushing his hand away. Instead he pulls me onto his lap and cradles me tight against his chest, kissing my temple. “You’re all right. That was intense. I’ve got you.” He strokes my back. “You’re so fierce, so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Trick rises, unzips his jeans and shoves them off. He sits on the side of the tub with his calves in the water.
My vision clears, and I look up at him.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a voice that’s slightly raspy.
“What I’m always doing. Hanging with my crue.”
Trick and I lock eyes for a moment, and understanding passes between us. I’ve been with them, raw and unfiltered. I’ve been held to the same standard as any of them, made to pay my own debts to the crue. There are no secrets of any worth that I don’t know. I’ve seen their wild sexual appetites, and I’ve seen them kill to protect their own.
“I need to wash my hair, but I’m so damned tired.”
“Here,” Trick says, waving me to him.
I move over to sit on the ledge between his knees. C leans back, watching us.
“You’re so pretty, Trick,” I muse. “I didn’t expect you to be the most ruthless one.”
“Everyone makes that mistake,” he says, massaging my scalp. It feels really, really good.
“What happened to you?”
“A lot of things,” he says.
C rises and steps on the ledge and out of the tub. He towels off and wraps the towel around his waist.
“When the water gets cold, take her out of tub,” C says.
My gaze follows him as he leaves. “You were saying? What kinds of things?” I ask.
Trick’s thumbs massage my neck muscles. “How far back do you want me to go?”
“How far back can you remember?” I ask.
He laughs. “On the day I was born, it snowed more than anyone could remember...”
I laugh.
He drags the showerhead over and rinses my hair. Then he adds conditioner and rubs it into the strands.
I sigh. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what, Z?”
“Us.” I swallow. “We are going to be friends.”
He rests his hands on my shoulders, then gives them a squeeze. “Crue is more than friends. It’s more even than blood family. To the three of us, anyway.” He shrugs, then after a beat he corrects himself. “It was three of us. But with you, now it’s four.”
The End
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