Page 141 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“She needs five more.” Gabe chuckles from somewhere nearby, pleased.

“Please…” I pant, every inch of me aching, my restraints the only thing keeping me from chasing after him, forcing them to finish what they started.

Time loses meaning.

It’s a cycle, a rhythm, a relentless, deliberate torment.

Strike.

Pleasure.

More.

Again.

Gabe’s strikes grow sharper each round, the leather biting deeper, sending shockwaves of pain rippling through me.

The impact burns enough to make my muscles tense, enough to make my pulse slam against my ribs. Enough to steal my breath, blur the lines between pain and pleasure, and leave me aching for the next strike.

And every time?

Hank follows.

Rewarding.

Teasing.

Taking me to the very edge of bliss—only to pull away at the last second, leaving me trembling, desperate, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed to in my life.

Strike.

Pleasure.

Denial.

Again.

Faster now, more merciless.

Gabe’s next strike makes me cry out, the heat blooming through me, deep and throbbing. I’m gasping, writhing, my body helplessly seeking more, knowing exactly what’s coming next?—

Hank’s touch.

Soft this time. Soothing. His lips part mine,swallowing my needy whimper as his fingers stroke just right, just perfect, setting off firecrackers beneath my skin.

So close.

So unbearably, painfully close.

But before I can fall?—

He pulls back.

Again.

Over and over.

I don’t know how many times they did it.

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