Page 24 of Bound By Mistake
"Good girl," Cain praises, running his fingers through her hair.
I land the next stroke slightly higher and a little less harshly, watching the red line bloom on her pale skin.
"Two! Thank you!"
Her voice is already strained. I wonder how long she'll last before she's begging us to stop. The thought makes my cock throb.
"Three! Thank you!" Bunny cries out as I deliver the next stroke. Her body trembles, muscles tensing as she anticipates the next blow.
I pause, admiring the angry red lines crisscrossing her soft flesh. My fingers trace them gently, feeling the heat radiating from her marked skin. Bunny whimpers at my touch, her hips shifting restlessly.
I pass on the rod, moving to stand by Bunny's head. Her face is flushed, tears streaking her cheeks. I brush them away with my thumb.
"Open," I command softly. When she hesitates, I grip her jaw firmly. "I said open."
Her lips part reluctantly. I push two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
"Suck," I order.
As she begins to work her mouth around my fingers, Gray brings the cane down hard.
Bunny's cry is muffled around my fingers as the cane strikes her again. Her body jerks, but she can't escape the vicious bite of the thin wood.
"Four," Gray prompts when she fails to count. "Say it."
"F-four," she gasps when I remove my fingers. "Thank you."
I nod to Cain, who takes his turn with the cane. The whistle of it cutting through the air is followed by a sharp crack as it connects with Bunny's tender flesh.
"Five! Thank you!" she sobs, her voice breaking.
We continue like this, trading off with the cane, forcing Bunny to count each stroke and thank us for her punishment. By the tenth strike, she's openly weeping, her body shaking.
"Please," she begs. "No more. I'll be good, I promise."
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as far as the stocks allow. "Oh sweetness, we're just getting started," I growlin her ear. "You think a little spanking is all you deserve for trying to run away?"
Okay, so it’s a vicious caning, but I like the way she trembles at the thought that there might be worse to come.
My free hand slides down her quivering flanks which are now coated in a clammy sheen of perspiration.
Stepping away from her, I make a slow, deliberate show of removing my belt, sliding it through the loops one by one, then doubling it and snapping the two halves together, causing her to flinch and whimper deliciously, her eyes glued to the leather.
Chapter
Sixteen
GRAY
Ican see Erik’s doing his best to keep Bunny on edge. Of the three of us, he’s the most divergent, and the most difficult to assess. He is, by degrees, both the most fun-loving and mischievous but also the most savage, and his mood can swing on a dime.
His moss-colored eyes have a wild quality to them right now, as he snaps his skinny leather belt and walks around the side of Bunny so she can’t see him.
He pins me with an intense stare as he passes it to me. He’s also the most dominant of all of us, but between the three of us, it works.
“Cain, get three alligator clamps and a chain, and put them on her,” he orders, ignoring the dread-filled whimper dropping from Bunny’s lips.
Cain gives a single nod, turning on his heel to do Erik’s bidding, then he turns to me again. “I want you to thrash her pucker while I hold her open,” he announces, and this time there’s a thin, elongated ‘Nooo!’ from our little Bunny, but she still doesn’t utter her safe word. If I’m honest, that kindasurprises me, considering what we’ve been putting her through. The girl is resilient, I’ll give her that.
