Page 52 of The Brat Tamers

I can see nothing, which amplifies everything else. Every sound. Every breath taken near me, its origin left a secret.

They pull my tank top up so my belly is flush with the leather, and my breasts are adjusted so they lie on top of the pad. Firm fingers pinch and roll my nipples, and I don’t need my eyesight to know it’s Porter. He’ll mark me tonight, knowing I don’t have another photoshoot scheduled until February.

“Ready?” Lee says before tapping my ass with his paddle.

“I can’t see.” I object.

“We know,” Case says before delivering his own smack to my ass, his much harder than Lee’s.

Porter latches on to my nipple, biting and teasing me with his teeth.

“Ahhh!” I cry out as Lee delivers another smack, followed quickly by Case.

“Let’s hear it, pet,” Lee says, delivering a third swat with no soothing rubs, no gentle caress of my burning flesh.

“Hear what?” I snap, truly frustrated this time. I think they are taking this punishment a little far, making it last way longer than necessary.

Lee smooths my hair back and runs his nose up my throat, chuckling darkly in my ear. “You know what I want to hear.”

Case lands a blow, causing me to yelp.

“Please.”

“Please what?” Porter says, his breath on my chest.

“Please fuck me.”

“And?” Case growls.

“Please mark me, claim me, and remind me who I belong to.”

“Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You. Only you,” I say to them.

“We’re going to take you hard and fast tonight, chasing our release, solely focus on our pleasure. There is nothing gentle about what we are going to do to you tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You deserve this, you know?” Case says.

“I know.” Most women would be terrified by the words coming out of their mouths, but not me. I want their hands on me, anyway I can get them, and they truly don’t scare me because I know they love me with all their hearts. These men would kill for me. They would die for me. And while they will take out their frustrations with me on my body, they will reward me in the end, despite their vows to the contrary.

Case slides his fingers along my exposed pussy, growling before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. “Fuck me. I can’t help myself.”

I moan, fighting to hide the smile threatening to spread my lips.

Porter leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Don’t you dare like it.”

Biting my lip, I shake my head and moan no—as if I’m fooling anyone.

They release my wrists from the cross and pull them behind my back; the cuffs tethered together. At the same time, they remove the spreader bar holding my ankles apart, and I’m lifted and carried to the bed, only to be tossed unceremoniously onto the plush mattress.

“Heads or tails?” Porter says.

With my hands tied behind my back and a blindfold in place, I lie there like a sack of potatoes, awaiting my fate.

“Heads,” Case says as the mattress dips above my head.

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