Page 177 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Gabe watches me, his expression unreadable for half a second. Then his smirk returns—slow, feral.

“You’re going to get exactly that.”

Behind me, Hank exhales, a dark chuckle rumblingin his chest.

“Restraints?” His voice is deeper now, rough with approval.

Gabe doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.” His smile is sharp, electric. “She’s going to need them.”

They move around me—wrists first, buckled tight, then ankles, spread wide, leaving me open, exposed, completely theirs.

Hank’s fingers skim my thigh, soothing and teasing in the same stroke. His voice is soft, amused.

“Look at you.” His thumb traces lazy circles over my skin, eyes dark with possession. “Helpless. Just like you asked.”

Gabe hums in approval, fingers trailing over the crop, lifting it with care. He circles the bed, the whisper of leather against his palm sending a shiver straight down my spine.

Then, he presses it against my thigh—not striking yet, just letting me feel it.

“Last chance to back out.”

My heart pounds, breath shallow.

I have already made my choice.

I lift my gaze to his, unflinching.

“No, Sir.”

His eyes gleam. A flicker of pride, dark and hungry.

“Good girl.”

The first strike lands—a sting, sharp and delicious—and I moan, hips straining against the cuffs, already aching for more.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” Gabe chuckles, slow and knowing.

He gives it.

Theygive me everything.

Leather strains around my wrists, cool against overheated skin. I can’t move—not really—not with how they’ve bound me, stretched out, vulnerable, open. Every breath feels sharp, every nerve ending alive, anticipating.

They take their time.

Touching. Teasing.

Possessing.

There’s no mercy. Only them.

Taking everything.

Giving nothing but dominance. Power. Pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.

I break for them, over and over, shattered by their possession, reassembled by their touch.

When they finally stop—bodies pressed tight, breath ragged in my ears—I am nothing but wreckage in their arms.

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