Page 13 of Rebellion

The six-hand massage worked magic setting free the tight grip my anger had on my body. Dominic pulled my fist into his hands and finger by finger opened my hand revealing bloody half-moon marks where I’d dug into the flesh with my fingernails.

The wounds stung and I welcomed the pain. Anything was better than the tears I knew were coming.

The more pain, the less it would mean if I cried. Maybe I could even find pleasure in the pain.

Yes. Pleasure in pain. I reached for Cade and pulled him to me. He would understand best what I needed now. I kissed him lightly and then bit down on his lip.

He jerked away, but I held the back of his head hard in my fingers. His lip slid from between my teeth and he hissed. His eyes searched mine and in less than a breath he got my game.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Our mistress wants to play. Dominic, pull those covers off her and hold her arms. Ilario, see if you can find something to bind her hands and feet.”

Dominic did as he was told, like the good harem boy he was. The cold air hit my skin and sent shivers up my body. It was all so easy for my mind to go to the dark sensual place, like a drug I’d taken so many times before. I wanted and needed to find that oblivion.

“Mistress?” Ilario sounded unsure about his orders.

“Do it.” My own command rang true in my voice now. I waved toward a dresser a few feet away. “There’s a whole drawer of ties over there. He won’t need them anymore, so we’ll put them to good use.”

Ilario frowned but obeyed. “Yes, Mistress.”

“See if you can find any of his toys while you’re there. Something that will hurt.”

Maybe if the pain was on the outside I wouldn’t feel it on the inside.

Ilario exchanged a worried look with Cade and Dominic, but Cade nodded. Thank God.

Ilario threw a handful of ties to each of them. They didn’t wait to bind me. My hands were pressed together, and the tie pulled tight around my wrists. Cade wound the other end to a very convenient hook in the headboard. I refused to think about what else, or who else, Gray had used that hook with.

Dominic tied a complicated series of knots, putting three ties together into a long chain. Then he lifted the end of the mattress and slipped his arm underneath. The ends of the fabric hung from the sides and he looped the ends up and around my ankles forcing my legs to spread open wide.

Yes. This was everything I needed from them. They were going to have to force Gray from my mind.

Cade used one more tie to cover my eyes. He wrapped the silk tight until it didn’t move and there was no more light. Then he pushed his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open wide. Dry silk pushed into my mouth and I could no longer talk.

I prayed for them to be even harsher with me and my body.

I could hardly move, I couldn’t see or speak, and I had no power over what was about to happen to me. I didn’t want control anymore.

If I hadn’t tried to lord over Gray, none of this would have happened in the first place. It was so much easier to go back to meek and complacent. No decisions to make, no mistakes made.

“Dominic, slip your hand into one of hers.” Cade had taken full charge of this scene. He’d always hovered at the edge of his power, being the beta to Gray. With the alpha gone, Cade slipped easily into that role. He was born to it. I knew he had that in him. I needed him to wield it now.

Soft hands, so much bigger than mine worked their way in and around my grip. “Squeeze to say you’re okay.”

I gripped onto those fingers with all my might and nodded my head.

“Good girl.” A new darker tone boomed in Cade’s voice. I clung to the sound of it, letting it work its way past my defences. “I’ll ask you to squeeze Dominic’s hand periodically, but if you ever need to safeword, let go and open your fingers and palm all the way. We’ll stop what we’re doing and move straight into aftercare.”

I kept my grip tight on Dominic’s hand and my mind attuned to Cade’s commands. The sooner the scene could take me away, the sooner I could begin to forget, to push it all away. Away from the pain in my heart and head, away from the pain of losing Gray.

“Dom, suck on those plump nipples. Get them nice and hard. Ilario, bring the toys over and let’s choose the right one for this game.”

Cade’s commands over the other men and the calculated way he planned to make this scene work for me washed me in a sense of comfort I needed deep in my soul.

“I found only a small stash of items. This remote-control vibrating egg might be fun.” A package was ripped open and several cycles of buzzing sounds floated to my ears.

“What else?” There was an impatience in Cade’s voice that had never been there before. It echoed my own inside my head.

“This riding crop,” Ilario offered.

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