Page 14 of Rebellion

Yes. I didn’t know what Cade’s plans were, but I knew he understood what I needed.

“Perfect. I know exactly what to do with that.” Cade cupped my chin in his hand. “Today, she needs some pain with her pleasure.

I nodded, squeezed Dominick’s hand, and moaned my yes through the tie. If they hadn’t found the crop, or a flogger, or paddle, or something, I would have insisted on spankings. I had learned that some erotic pain amped up my arousal and orgasms, but that wasn’t what I was looking for now. I wanted more than a little erotic pain. I needed enough to pull the pain from my insides, out.

“Good. Listen carefully. Dominic will stimulate you with soft kisses, licks, and anything else he wants to do with his mouth and hands from your waist up. Ilario will do the same from the waist down.”

He paused and I voluntarily squeezed Dominic’s had to show that I understood.

“Good girl,” he continued. “In between you will ask me to use the riding crop on you. I will only touch you with it in the last place their mouths have been. If you want your nipples and pussy licked, they will also be the places I use the crop on.”

I clung to Cade’s new sadistic streak.

“Do you consent to this game of predicament play?” His voice rang with power.

I nodded. Boy, did I ever.

“Good. I’m not taking the gag out. You can talk around it.”

A moment passed and then my nipples were sucked, my pussy caressed. Dom bit at my skin, preparing it for what came next. Ilario licked my clit until I was close to coming. Too much, too soon. I didn’t want to come yet. It all felt too good.

“Cade, now.” My words were muffled, but we both knew what I asked for.

Ilario and Dom, pulled away and Cade stroked the crop between my legs. The first smack was fast and hard. It stung and I welcomed the rush of adrenaline. This was what I needed. Stimulations, sensation, and sin. It was the only way I could focus.

Cade’s crop landed on my pussy until tears tingled behind my eyes. I didn’t want the guys to see the tears leak from the blindfold and I turned my head. Hopefully they’d think I was writhing around in pleasure.

“More,” Cade demanded. He moved his hits from between my legs to my breast. The pain zinged through me, heating my skin, sending mixed signals to my brain. Hurt and relief. Pleasure and pain.

They did the exercise again, pulling me ever closer to orgam, but still I needed more. Floating behind the blackness of my closed eyes was still Gray, his commands, his demands, his abandonment.

Cade used that crop to awaken all my senses. The whoosh of the leather through the air before it struck my skin. The sweet heat it created in every nerve. The scent of my own arousal as the guys worked my body. The taste of my own blood in my mouth as I bit into my own lip to keep from crying out.

None of it was enough to erase the vision of Gray and my own betrayal to us both from my mind.

“Ilario, slide your fingers in her cunt and find that g-spot. Ride it while I smack her clit with the crop.” Cade’s lips touched my ear. “It’s time for you to come, and you’re going to come hard. Let go, Angelina. Let. Go.”

The crop landed over and over, striking my clit, engorging my flesh. I’d gone past the point of numbness and was edging toward my pain threshold. No way was I calling safeword now. I wanted it to hurt and I wanted to feel good again.

Tears. Coming. Too many emotions and no control. Everything I had poured from me and finally my mind and body released the pain, released the pleasure. I screamed out my orgasm until my voice broke and my world went dark.

Warm hard bodies wrapped around me, releasing me from the bindings and gag, bringing me back from the brink of oblivion.

I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted to stay in that darkness where nothing hurt.

“Shh, that’s it, Angel, let it all out. Shh.”

Sobs wracked me until I couldn’t breathe. Every hurt from the last twenty-some odd years circled my throat and were pushed out by the knowledge that these three men were here to take them from me, if only for the moment.

I cried for Gray. I cried for my father and Marc and Mindy, for all the concern trolls with their nasty comments, for all the magazines, media, and TV shows that make women like me feel I wasn’t good enough.

I cried for me.

I cried until I couldn’t cry any more.

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