Breathless (The Game Series Book 3)

by Cara Dee

  “But sometimes, boy,” River said, “having others watch your downfall will affect you for several days. Remember, during our first scene together, we made you piss yourself.”

  I wanted to scream and growl, but the only sound that left me was a pathetic whimper.

  “Wouldn’t it be fun to do that in front of an audience?” River asked.

  “No!” I shouted.

  Faint, muffled sounds of laughter pushed through the noise-cancelling headphones, flooding me with embarrassment. Did they know what River was saying? Could they hear him too? Or had they just witnessed me yell no for no apparent reason at all?

  River’s voice brimmed with amusement. “We’re gonna have fun fucking you up, Shay.” The pain returned, more severe now. Lashes from a cat o’ nine tails strafed over my skin with its tiny bullets at the ends, and I white-knuckled my restraints. “We can make you forget your own name. You were put on this earth to be whatever the fuck we want, be it a nameless little mutt that eats off the floor or…maybe a toy we pass around to our friends. A silent, obedient fuckhole with a single purpose in life—to take as many loads as possible.” He groaned under his breath as hot flashes of humiliation penetrated me. “It gets me hard just thinking about how we can abuse you.”

  Brutalize me.

  Daddy had promised me the night we met that they would brutalize me.

  I was almost there. The pain seeped deeper and deeper, claiming more territory for each lashing Daddy gave me. It blurred the lines and turned me into a lava field.

  I cried out sharply and went rigid.

  So close.

  “More,” I breathed. “More pain…”

  There was no way they could hear me. I couldn’t hear me. But the savage hurt returned repeatedly with various implements, and I was losing track of what’d been used. Rather, I couldn’t feel the difference as easily anymore, and the pain itself lost some of its sting. It morphed into liquid heat that was slathered over my body.

  It short-circuited my brain.

  It turned me on.

  It gave me fucking wings.

  The song came back on, the same one as before, the one about the beast coming, the one about loving someone to death. Time lost its meaning, and I existed for the pain. I existed for them. My heart drummed faster, lust filled my bloodstream, and I just took off. I fucking soared. I lifted my head, having not even noticed I’d dropped my chin to my chest earlier, and I inhaled deeply.

  “Nod if you’re green, baby.” River spoke over the heavy song.

  Heavy wasn’t the right word, but the beat was forceful and packed a punch, yet it was seductive and unhurried too. Or maybe heavy was the perfect word. Either way, it contributed to—wait. Nod. I was going to nod if I was green.

  I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and nodded sluggishly.

  I was so green.

  God.

  I didn’t know if I moaned or what, but Daddy’s hands on me felt good. He kneaded my ass cheeks, the only part of my backside that hadn’t been struck. Then something happened. He must’ve…oh. He was cutting off my briefs. I definitely moaned when he wrapped his fingers around my cock and jerked me quickly. But he disappeared just as fast.

  And…nothing. Nothing at all. No pain, no pleasure, no touching, no voice in my ear, not even the song. Complete silence.

  I exhaled shakily and blinked past the unshed tears and sweat.

  One bead trickled down my temple and to my neck.

  The ceiling fans that circulated the chilly air sent breezes to my back, and I could literally feel how wet my skin was. Was I bleeding yet? Had Daddy made me bleed? The thought was bizarrely arousing. I wanted to bleed for him.

  I gasped, and my eyes flew open behind the blindfold. He’d removed my underwear for a reason, and he’d saved that motherfucking coconut-fiber flogger till now. The hurt was overwhelming and drowned out the pleasure.

  Like a flip of a switch, I started crying uncontrollably. It hurt so fucking much that I didn’t know what to do with myself. The stiff, scratchy strands of the flogger lashed their way over my ass, seemingly ripping off my skin in the process.

  “I love seeing you suffer, pup.” River’s voice rumbled in my ears and lifted goose bumps all over my body. “This is just the beginning for us. We will tear you up and push you down. You’ll wear our marks with fucking pride.” He sipped from his drink. “You will be our masterpiece.”

  Something snapped within me, and the desire roared through my body. I…I didn’t know what was happening, other than suddenly someone was grasping my cock, yet the beating continued on my ass. The head of my cock met something soft and rubbery—no, silicone, something made of silicone—and it was wet, and it felt amazing. It swallowed my cock whole. A toy, one of those sleeves, like a Fleshjack.

  I groaned between labored cries and tried to thrust into the wet, tight silicone.

  “Look at you,” River chuckled. “You don’t need me to degrade you. You’re doing a fine job yourself. My brother is trying to be nice and give you the beating you’ve been begging for, and all you do is fuck the first hole your dick comes into contact with. With everyone watching you. You’re fucking pathetic.”

  I moaned through a sob, and I couldn’t fucking stop. It felt too good. I thrust faster, spurred on by the insane pain Daddy was inflicting. My ass hurt more than my back already, and I needed to chase the pleasure to even things out.

  “You don’t even care, do you?” River went on. “You don’t mind that everyone watching sees what a useless little slut you are. Not to mention ungrateful. But I guess I should’ve seen it coming after what you did during our scene in the shower room. Are you gonna piss yourself tonight too?”

  “I can’t help it!” I cried hoarsely.

  “Admit that you only obey a single urge—and it’s to blow your load,” River demanded. “Nod if you agree that you’re our sick, cock-hungry, worthless little come-dumpster dog.”

  The shame pushed my mind down onto the floor, and I could only nod. He was right. I was their animal. They controlled me. They owned me. Without their sadism and guidance, I’d never feel this way. Free of boundaries, unshackled, filthy, hungry, raw, carnal. I didn’t care. I just chased the pleasure, even as it became one with the pain, both fueling me, both shoving me toward a sea of bliss.

  “Daddy, I’m c-close,” I sobbed.

  Had he stopped beating me? At this point, I couldn’t fucking tell.

  I couldn’t wait for permission either. The lust exploded around me, and I slammed into the silicone sleeve as I started coming.

  My head fell back, everything went silent again, and years’ worth of tension drained out of me. The floor had never seemed so appealing. I’d fall down the second I was released, and it didn’t bother me whatsoever. It was where I belonged. The floor was a welcoming place. A place for the defeated, a place for those who had no say.

  God, it was liberating.

  I wasn’t ready to leave my floaty space, so when Daddy—or someone—began unstrapping my legs, I checked out mentally. I didn’t have to do anything.

  The silicone withdrew from my spent cock.

  The strap around my midsection was removed, as were those around my wrists, and I fell back against a solid body. It had to be Daddy.

  Now I just needed my Owner too, and all would be perfect in the world.

  This shower room was very different. Kit had told me about it. All the white tile was replaced by black rubber, and it was softer to the touch.

  I was finally on the floor.

  The headphones and blindfold had been taken off as soon as we’d come up here.

  With my cheek resting on the rubber, I scratched my fingernail against it and smiled to myself. Lukewarm water rained down from above, and the two men who’d commanded every part of me were washing me carefully.

  “Do you wanna try to stand up, little one?” Daddy murmured.

  “No thank you,” I whispered. “I like it here.”

  I sniffled
, my nose stuffy and probably red from all the crying I’d done.

  The peace I felt was out of this world. It was so incredibly cathartic.

  “Daddy? Who held that toy thing earlier?”

  “Tate.”

  Oh. That was hot. “I liked it.”

  He chuckled softly and sat down near where my head was. “I noticed.” He patted his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart. Daddy needs your mouth.”

  I licked my lips and squirmed onto my stomach. He needed his cock sucked; I could tell. He was so perfect and hard. River possibly needed something too, because he’d already cleaned my body. So that meant that whatever he was spreading around my butt right now wasn’t body wash.

  “You like the floor, huh?” Daddy combed his fingers through my wet hair and scratched my scalp.

  “Yes, Sir.” I stroked his cock lovingly and kissed it. “It’s peaceful down here. I’m just your little animal, and I have my Owner and my Daddy to take care of everything.”

  “That’s absolutely right.” The praise in Daddy’s tone made me happy. “You leave everything to us.”

  I hummed in pleasure and sucked him into my mouth, making sure to use my tongue a lot.

  I loved how they used me. The same, but different. Daddy was at his Daddiest right now, meaning he was sweet and loving and wonderful and protective. And River was…River. He didn’t speak to me. He didn’t acknowledge my mind or my voice. Instead, he treated me like a revered toy, one he’d taken great care to wash and inspect. There was a medical bag over by the benches waiting for me; my entire backside needed aloe, and I’d been told my Daddy had broken the skin in one or two places on my ass and left thigh.

  River was gonna fix it. But River was also in no hurry, and he didn’t mind that I hurt some more. He kneaded my abused ass cheeks before pushing the blunt head of his cock inside me. Then he sank in all the way and sighed in that way that said, “Fuck, that’s it. This is what life is about.”

  “We’ll make you a spot on the floor whenever you need it.” Daddy patted my head. “And you trust us to pick you up later, don’t you?”

  I nodded and kept sucking. The latter, trusting them, was exactly why the floor was suddenly a lovely place to be. Because I did trust them, and they made me believe that I didn’t deserve this position for the wrong reasons.

  Closing my eyes, I suppressed the flinches and urges to whimper whenever River touched a particular hurty spot. His chest hair against my sore back was not pleasant. But it was part of it. Him taking from me, him putting his pleasure first, him objectifying me.

  “Daddy?” I said, flicking my tongue over the wet slit. “I think River likes fucking his little dog.”

  “You know what? I think he does, too.” Daddy guided me over his cock, and I noticed his breathing picking up. “All dogs need a purpose. This is yours.”

  I nodded because I totally agreed with Daddy.

  I wanted this to be my purpose forever. I wanted to hurt for them forever.

  I let the moment steal me away, and I savored every second and every pain and every sound. My Owner’s grunts with each thrust, and my Daddy’s heavy breathing as I swallowed his long, thick cock.

  Thirteen

  Reese Tenley

  “Daddy,” Shay whined. “This is unfair. Now Kit is in the pool too!”

  “I hear what you’re saying. You think I should tell Colt to beat Kit as hard as I beat you. That way, none of you can go into the pool.”

  “What the—no.” He balked at me.

  I smiled and took a playful bite of his ass.

  That made him yelp and wince in pain.

  This sunbed had never gotten so much action as it had since Shay entered our lives. It was a terrific place to recover from last night, with the exception that he complained every time someone new jumped into the water, which he couldn’t do. He’d have to wait a day or two, depending on how his marks healed.

  River returned from the supply shed with a popsicle for Shay and reclaimed his spot next to our boy. I stayed near the foot of the lounger, sprawled out comfortably on my side, with Shay’s ass within reach. I’d just reapplied lotion to his back, ass, and thighs, and it was fucking impossible to stop touching him.

  Poor boy couldn’t even sit up properly. He had to lie on his side or stomach.

  And he had to stay naked, much to my pleasure.

  He had the sexiest little bottom, tight and soft, with flesh I wanted to sink my teeth into.

  It was even more beautiful today. I ran my fingers over the multiple welts, some thin and more pronounced, some looking more like scrapes, some wider and fainter. Perfect pattern. Perfect colors. Reds, pinks, and purples.

  He snuggled up with his popsicle in River’s arms, both of them cuter than words. Shay was bringing out a softer side in my brother, something only I had been privy to in the past, and I loved seeing it. It felt right.

  “Want some?” Shay held up the red popsicle for River.

  He lifted his head and bit off a piece, causing Shay to splutter a laugh.

  “Who bites popsicles? You’re nuts.”

  River smirked and shrugged, getting comfortable again.

  The dozen or so people around us, in and out of the pool, were easy to ignore when I had these two with me. Shutting out the world was another thing River and I had only shared with each other, but including Shay felt natural.

  Now I just had to pace myself before we made the boy ours permanently, on every level, because that was the missing piece.

  “Shay and Ivy are back,” River said, leaving the spot by the window. “I’ll let them know where we are.”

  “Might as well do our meeting with Shay now.” I fired off another email—only twenty-something to go.

  River nodded in acknowledgment and walked out of our office. Said office as well as the kitchen were tucked away in the eastern corner behind the dressing rooms in the main house, and it wasn’t easy to find us here if you’d only explored the club area in the past.

  We’d saved these two areas when we’d bought the place, so the office and the kitchen were the only rooms that didn’t look like they belonged in a haunted house. Instead, Ivy and another sub, Gretchen, had gone nuts at Pottery Barn.

  River and I had instantly returned the two sofas the girls had bought for the office. For one, we didn’t fucking need decorative sofas in here. For two, they’d been uncomfortable as shit. Offices were supposed to have shelves, cabinets, a desk, a desk chair, and two visitor’s chairs. Period.

  I’d lost count of how many times Ivy had tried to bring in plants. There was currently a half-dead fern in the corner by the window, and I didn’t see it surviving the summer. Ivy was going on a two-week vacation to Mexico soon, so no one would remember to water the damn thing.

  “Print,” I murmured to myself. All the membership payments for August had been processed and were ready to be archived and forgotten. Fuckin’ A. Worst part of my job, definitely. I fucking hated paperwork.

  While the printer behind me came to life, I opened up a new email to Colt. He was coming down alone tomorrow to help River and me with the fighting cages. Due to the lawn slanting downhill, we’d ordered two adjustable platforms for the cages to stand on, and Colt had offered to help out. Apparently, Lucas and Kit had plans to go shopping, so I had my guesses on why Colt wanted to come here instead.

  The door to the office opened, and I spotted River and Shay from the corner of my eye.

  Okay, let’s see… I squinted at the screen and reread what I’d written. I didn’t think Colt would mind picking up an order from Greer before he drove down. All right, good enough. I pressed send before I gave the guys my attention.

  “Hi. I’m surprised you didn’t wanna inspect the truck when we got back.” Shay snuck around the desk and kissed me.

  I smirked a little and leaned back in my seat. “There’s a reason you’re borrowing River’s truck and never—ever—my Impala. The truck ain’t my problem. If you scratch it, River can deal with you.” />
  River snorted and sat down in one of the chairs across from me.

  Shay took the other and rolled his eyes. “I’m actually a good driver.”

  “But evidently awful at sticking to a grocery list,” River noted. “Four items on the list, and you and Ivy come back with five bags.”

  “It’s the only way I can contribute!” Shay exclaimed. “Y’all won’t let me pay for shit otherwise.”

  Boy was getting mouthy again. Good. We’d had a couple fantastic days of him getting more comfortable as a Little, but as his marks had started to heal, he’d slowly began bouncing back to his natural state of a perfect, feisty little masochist. For the most part this week, his frustrations stemmed from lack of training. He and I worked out together extensively every morning now, but I’d managed to avoid the actual fighting so far, and I hoped to keep it that way till the Game on Saturday.

  Thursday today. Shay was going home in a couple hours, but he’d be back tomorrow afternoon. He was even going to borrow River’s truck so he could return to us faster. Tonight, he was taking his brothers to the movies, and tomorrow they were, to my knowledge, mostly staying around the house. Final preparations before the brothers started school again next week, I recalled Shay saying.

  “No smartass remark?” Shay cocked a brow.

  I shook my head and tapped a pen against the armrest. “Nothing to refute. We prefer to pay for our possessions.”

  “Kinda weird otherwise to call you our whore,” River said casually.

  I pointed my pen at him in a silent “Excellent point.”

  Shay smashed his lips together the way he did when he was part annoyed, part aroused, and part knew very well he wouldn’t get anywhere by arguing.

  It was funny.

  “We didn’t bring you in here to discuss your status as our whore, though,” I said. “For the next few minutes, we’re first and foremost two of the founders of this community, and we have to talk about your punishment.”