Page 43 of Ryker

“Light system,” Ryker reminds me as he threads his hand in mine. “All you have to do is say green, yellow, or red, remember?”

“Mmm hmm. I remember, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Such a small phrase, just a minuscule bit of praise, has me willing to let both these men destroy my body.

But they don’t.

Dmitri starts slow and soft, just like he did with Ryker, and before long, I’m yearning for more impact. These hits don’t sting at all. They’re more of a thud. A light pounding against my muscles. “Harder, please.”

“She begs so beautifully,” Dmitri says darkly.

Mr. Hudson’s hand is still on top of mine, but it’s damp. “What color are you, Tara?”

“Green.”

“Good.” He lets go of me and stands. “Will you allow me to have a turn with you now?”

“Yes.” I’m dying to know if there’s a difference between their methods. My body is hot and flushed. My pussy is slick and aching with need. I feel so good. So floaty.

Dmitri squats down in front of me. “Eyes on me, Butterfly.”

I lock gazes with him just as Mr. Hudson’s flogger lands on my left shoulder blade. It’s not nearly as hard as I want it to be. “More.”

He strikes again and again, his rhythm eventually speeding up, his force builds and builds. I’m not sure if I’m in subspace or not, but I like the way this feels. A lot.

“What color are you, Butterfly?”

“Green.”

His next strike is noticeably harder.

“Keep your gaze on me.” Dmitri holds my chin between his fingers. The flogger lands harder on my back again. “You’re doing so well for us.”

My eyes flutter shut. This feels so fucking good.

“Open for me,” Dmitri says.

Does he mean my eyes or my mouth? Or is he talking about my legs? I’ll open all three at the same time if they want me to. I want more than my back lashed. I need more. I want to be overwhelmed and taken to some faraway place where I can escape my reality. My brain feels so fuzzy. I want to be fucked and overpowered.

Dominated.

“Eyes on me,” Dmitri says again since I’ve yet to obey him.

The delicious impact on my back suddenly stops. Ryker’s body heat sinks into my skin when he gets on his knees behind me and presses his bare chest against my back. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he tips my head. “Open your eyes, Tara.”

It’s harder than it should be to obey. I feel sleepy and foggy headed. “I’m-with-you,” I say, my words slur together. “I’m still green.”

They get me onto the bed.

“She’s perfect.” Dmitri swipes the hair from my face and kisses my cheek. “Thank you for the privilege, Butterfly.”

He leaves just as Mr. Hudson unbuckles his belt.

Chapter 15

Ryker

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