Page 30 of Hard Ride
More tears start in my eyes, and I gasp at the pain and the stinging heat prickling over my skin. I want to flinch or kick, but Lucas is holding my legs in an iron grip, and again, I can’t move. It makes that dark, dirty hunger coil so tight right down low inside me.
“What do you say?” Tate demands. “Thank me for it, sub.”
“T-thank you, Sir,” I say hoarsely. It should worry me how automatic it is to do what he says, but I’m too busy steeling myself for the next blow to worry. Too busy processing the pain.
He brings his palm down again, and again I gasp, yet more tears making my vision waver. “Say thank you,” he demands again, and again, I do.
You shouldn’t have left the way you did.
I know. Deep in my heart, I know. But it was for him as much as it was for me. I thought it would make him happier if I were gone. I thought it would be better for his friendship with Lucas, too.
I grit my teeth as he brings his palm down on my ass, one cheek and then another, and I thank him in a shaky voice each time. He pauses between strikes to slide his fingers between my thighs, pinching and pressing on my clit, adding raw pleasure to the relentless pain, until I’m no longer sure which is which.
Oh God, I can’t believe I’m getting off on this, but I am. Just another example of how warped my sexuality truly is.
I can’t stop from shifting on his thighs, my back arching as I try to avoid the blows, but I can’t. Just as I can’t avoid the stroke of his fingers, pleasure and pain twining tighter and tighter around each other.
‘You’re not going to do that again, are you, sub?” Tate demands as he delivers another blow. “You’re not going to run off without an explanation.”
“No,” I force out, my voice hoarse. “No, Sir.”
“You’re going to tell us what’s bothering you, what’s hurting you, and what you’re afraid of, aren’t you, sub?”
I shut my eyes, tears leaking from beneath my lids, and not only because of physical pain, but because there’s a tense knot of emotions sitting in my chest too. A truth I can’t run from, not anymore.
I hurt him when I left. He loved me, and I took his choice away from him, just as Mom’s hookup took my choice from me. I left him with no explanation and no further contact, and I can make all the excuses in the world that it was for him, but really, it was for myself.
Because I was a coward.
“Yes, S-Sir.” I start to sob as a strange rush of emotion overwhelms me, tears dripping onto the carpet. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”
The blows stop all of a sudden, Lucas’s grip on my legs loosening. Then Tate turns me over on his lap and puts his arms around me, holding me the way Lucas held me, tight against his chest. My ass is burning, and the pressure between my thighs is still intense, and the pressure in my chest, from all the emotions I buried there a long time ago, is making it so I can’t breathe.
“Good,” he says approvingly, stroking my hair. “Obedient, sub. You took your punishment well and a very pretty apology, too. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, though. You’re going to tell us your secrets eventually, but for now, you can have a reward. Do you agree, Master Lucas?”
“I do,” Lucas says, rising to his feet. “And I know just what kind of reward she’ll enjoy.”
Tate shifts me again in his lap, his knees spreading my thighs wide apart and holding them there. I tremble as Lucas kneels in front of the armchair, between my legs, because I know what’s going to happen next and part of me is desperate for it, while the other part, the part I’ve never managed to leave behind me, is instinctively ashamed of my own neediness.
Lucas’s amber gaze holds mine as he grips my thighs tightly. “You’re going to come, sub, and come hard no matter how hard you fight.” It’s both a threat and a warning, and I’m only just processing it when he leans in and his mouth covers my pussy, and I arch helplessly against Tate, a hoarse cry escaping me.
Tate grips the cuffs at my back, restraining me still further, and Lucas’s hands increase the sense of restriction. I’m trembling as his tongue pushes into me, going slow, taking his time as he tastes me, and I jerk in Tate’s grip. I can’t hide how much this is getting me off, and I can’t bite back the moans that press against my teeth.
“Let Master Lucas know how much you’re enjoying this, sub.” Tate’s deep voice is at my ear, his mouth brushing over my neck the way he did out in the hallway. “You watched him eat Cherry out and now he’s going to do the same to you, and you love it, don’t you?”
I’m barely listening, because Lucas’s tongue is relentless, circling my clit, his teeth against my labia, making me shake and shake, that dark pleasure coiling tight and hot inside me.
“Answer me,” Tate insists.
“Yes, Sir,” I pant just as Lucas’s tongue pushes into me again, and the pant turns into a cry and a gasp as he goes deeper.
“Nice,” Tate says. “Again.” And this time, his large hand cups one breast, and he pinches my nipple, delivering more pain with my pleasure.
I give a hoarse scream, and he does it again, and again, timing it with the flicks of Lucas’s tongue, until I’m a writhing,gasping mess in his arms. I don’t think it’s possible to come again, and yet here I am, on the verge of yet another orgasm, and so quickly. So easily. It was always easy with Tate, and now adding Lucas to the mix has made it even easier.
“Don’t be afraid of what you feel, little sub,” Tate murmurs, the prickle of his beard against the side of my neck. “This is what we like, what gets us off. Watching you come, getting overwhelmed by pleasure. This is why we do what we do. It’s for you. It’s all for you.”
His words slowly penetrate the haze of pleasure, and even though I barely take them, they settle down inside me. This gives them pleasure.Mypleasure gives them pleasure. They don’t judge me. Theywantme to feel it, so why am I fighting it?
