Page 28 of Under Their Watch

“You’re welcome, Little Star,” he says, cupping my cheek. After a second, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to his chest. “If I ever hear you suggest your death again, you’ll never walk the same again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe.

“To finish what I was saying earlier, we were never okay without you, Rhea. I prayed every night for you to come back to us. I regretted every day not trying harder to find you. We never should have assumed you picked up and left.”

“We can’t change any of that,” I say. “I’m glad I’m here now, even if I do keep melting down like a crazy person.”

“Let’s go play,” Quinn says, kissing me softly.

“Yes, Sir,” I say happily. He pulls me up to stand and Jace walks with us to the play area. I have all but forgotten about the others by the time we get to a bench in the center of the area. Quinn and Jace pull my dress off and have me kneel on the bench. I’m straddling a narrow platform. It has me positioned so that my knees are far apart. Quinn has me lie across the platform before they both use leather straps to secure my legs and arms to the bench.

“Theo is going to be here, but he’s just watching for now, okay?” Jace says as he leans down and kisses my shoulder.

“Yes, Sir,” I say.

“Have you ever had a wand used on you?” Quinn asks.

“No, Sir…”

“Well… You’re about to,” he says as he attaches something to the bench that presses against my clit.

“What does that do?” I ask.

“It’s going to make you come,” Jace says. “A lot.”

“The wand will allow you to focus on the pleasure so that the pain is more tolerable,” Quinn says. “What is your safe word?”

“Banana,” I say.

“Good girl,” he says as he starts rubbing my back. “Relax for us.”

“Mmm. That feels nice,” I groan when he digs his thumbs into my muscles.

“You can turn it on,” Quinn says.

“High it is,” Jace says. Vibrations shoot through my clit, and I scream. It’s not painful, but it sounds like it is.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I yell. “Fuck, what the fuck? Oh my God!”

“We could just leave her like this,” Jace suggests.

“Wonder how long it would take before she passes out?” Quinn asks.

“I thought I was the sadist,” Theo laughs.

“Alright. Alright,” Jace laughs. “Ready, Little Star?”

I open my mouth to respond, but an orgasm suddenly crashes over me, and I moan loudly as I pull against my restraints. Quinn starts gently rubbing my back and I scream out again, mid-orgasm, when Jace smacks my ass. Hit after hit, I get more and more relaxed. They’re forcing orgasms out of me in rapid succession.

The smacks stop and Quinn leans down to be at eye level with me. “We are both using a simple leather flogger, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan. “Fuck.”

“They will be continuous until you call it,” he says.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, trying to not yell.

Quinn steps back and seconds later, the first hit with the flogger slaps across my ass. If this is all it is, I’ll tap out from too many orgasms before the things that should be hurting me.

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