Page 139 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Hank doesn’t answer, but Gabe does.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “This isn’t torture.”

I bite my lip, trying not to let the sharp ache between my thighs take over my brain.

“She’s desperate for it.” Hank watches the struggle, his gaze dropping to where I ache for him, his smirk deepening.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” Gabe reaches out and trails his fingers up my inner thigh, light, teasing, not nearly enough, his touch stopping just shy of where I need him.

I jolt, my thighs tensing, trying to push forward—closer.

Hank’s grip tightens. “Uh-uh. Stay still.”

The command in his voice wrecks me.

My pulse pounds, my body caught between desperation and submission, between the sharp bite of frustration and the intoxicating high of obeying.

They are toying with me.

But God, I love it.

Gabe watches me, tracking every breath, every subtle shift in my body, every clench of my thighs. He rolls his shoulders like he’s settling in, like he has all the time in the world to toy with me.

I can’t see what he’s holding, but I hear it—the whisper of leather dragging over his palm, and his grip shifts as he tests the weight.

Then, slowly—so slowly—he circles me.

I track his movements with my breath alone, my pulse ticking faster, my body hyperaware of every step, every shift, every pause.

Hank keeps me still, his hands flexing against my thighs, a steady weight, a reminder that I am held, contained, theirs.

Gabe makes one full round.

Then another.

The third time, he stops behind me, and I brace, every nerve vibrating with expectation.

I can hear the hum of his breath, feel the space he’s leaving between us, and love the way he makes me wait.

Then—

Contact.

A barely-there sting against the curve of my ass, a sharp kiss of sensation that vanishes almost as soon as it lands.

I gasp, my body jolting before I realize it’s done.

Hank chuckles.

Gabe hums low, dragging the leather across my skin, tracing where he struck. “That’s one.”

I shudder, my body buzzing, more alive than it was before the impact.

He circles again; the wait intolerable. Dragging by. Teasing me.

Then—

The leather bites just slightly harder, enough to make my back arch and my thighs tense.

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