Page 50 of The Brat Tamers

He shakes his head and kisses me hard.

We enter a room that is dimly lit in comparison with the rest of the floor, the windows covered in a privacy film.

Lee sets me down as the door clicks shut behind us. I look around and realize they dry walled the entire southwest wall of the building, turning nine hundred of the thirty-six hundred square feet into a playroom worthy of Club Sin.

“Oh, my.” I can’t think of anything more appropriate to say.

In the middle of the room is a St. Andrews cross with padded supports. Next to it is a black leather bondage horse. Hanging on the wall are a variety of paddles, floggers, blindfolds, and ropes. Porter has become interested in Shibari as of late, so I’m guessing those are his. Between that and the wall is a king-sized bed, perfect for this room, but not nearly large enough for us to sleep together, and a dresser with maybe half of our sex toys displayed on top.

“When did you guys do this?” I breathe, running my fingers over the paddles, some of which are new.

“We did the construction while you were in Barbados with Porter two months ago. And we’ve been working on it here and there ever since.” Lee smacks my ass and then grabs his favorite paddle off the wall, a wicked gleam in his eye.

My three men slowly crowd around me, Porter now also shirtless, with his joggers hanging low on his hips.

“There’s something I should tell you before we get started.” I bite my lip and look down, pretending I’m remorseful when I’m anything but. I know what I did was risky, but I was betting the reward would be worth it.

“Yes, pet?”

“Phillip and I—” I twist my hands together “—before the photoshoot, when we were in the dressing room where Case couldn’t see us…”

The smile on Case’s face drops and his eyes narrow. “I asked my gay photographer, who has been in a loving relationship for over four years, to fuss over me as much as possible so I could ensure my man pinned me up against the wall and fucked me senseless when we got home.”

“You asked him to paw at you?” Case says through gritted teeth.

“That’s a very dangerous game to play with men like us, pet.” Lee’s face flushes red.

“There are better ways to get our attention, baby.” Porter shakes his head.

“But I got your attention,” I point out.

“You almost got Phillip’s ball cut off. Gay or straight, he would not be much use to anyone if I got to do any of the things simmering in my head for the last three hours.”

Lee shakes his head and spins me to where I’m facing the cross, my back end exposed to them. He and Porter make quick work of my wrists, securing them high over my head. My pants are pulled down my legs and worked off over my tennis shoes, leaving me shackled there bare-assed in a tank top and vintage Converse high tops. They put a spreader bar between my ankles, and then Lee slides a blindfold over my eyes.

I start to protest, and his hand slides over my mouth. “Do you want to be gagged too?”

There is very little I mind my men doing to me, but I don’t enjoy being gagged. “No.”

“Then shut up.”

I press my lips together, thinking maybe I pushed my men a little too far this time. Case hasn’t said a word, nor has he touched me, and I usually get kisses while I’m being strung up. No kisses, not even from Porter, who is definitely the gentlest of the three.

Rough hands pull my ass back, and I brace for the sharp sting of a paddle, but instead, straps are wrapped around my waist and then pulled between my legs, securing the small butterfly clit vibrator we bought a couple of weeks ago. It’s remote controlled, and I know they are set to truly torture me for my transgressions.

And then… there is nothing.

No one is touching me.

No one is talking.

No one moves about the room.

I’m lost in a vacuum of nothingness without my eyesight.

“Where are you?” I finally blurt out. I can’t help myself.

The vibrator kicks on for a span of five seconds before turning off, just enough to tease, but not enough to build toward an orgasm.

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