Page 108 of Laurels and Liquor

“I love you, too, Lucas. So much,” I reply.

“If you’re having second thoughts, it’s okay. We don’t—”

“But we do. I want this. And I know you’ll be with me, and you’ll keep me safe,” I say, stroking the tips of my fingers along his sharp cheekbones.

He nods and the corners of his mouth lift in a small smile. When he sits back on his heels, I can only stare in awe at how beautiful he is. The dark, tousled hair falling into his bright eyes, the slope of his muscular shoulders, the toned forearms. Everything about him oozes sex appeal, and I lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Naughty girl, looking at me like that,” he teases, raising his voice a little.

“But you look good enough to eat,” I say with a fake pout.

He laughs, a dark sound that makes my pussy clench on air. “You need to be taught some patience, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod, tucking my chin demurely. Lucas shakes his head and laughs again, this one sounding more like his normal chuckle, and I smile, batting my eyelashes.

“I think our omega needs her alphas to teach her a lesson,” Lucas calls over his shoulder.

Glancing at the door, I suck in a sharp breath as Rhett and Mateo stride into the room, shirtless. Rhett has several bundles of rope in his hands, and Mateo is holding a vibrating wand in one hand, and a paddle in the other. Lex follows behind them, now wearing her black silk robe.

Rhett and Mateo pause at the edge of the mattress, and I sit up as Lucas moves to my left side, his fingers slipping perfectly into the spaces between mine. The remnants of my bonds hum feebly, a silent question from both of the men before me. Permission to enter my nest. I nod mutely, and their shoulders relax a fraction before they climb up beside me. Lex moves my vanity stool to the edge of the bed and perches herself on it, directly in front of me. She elegantly crosses one leg over the other, and I glimpse her bare sex for a moment before she settles back and gives me a hard stare.

Mateo’s hand goes to my throat as he positions himself on my right side. He’s not squeezing, but the weight of his hand is familiar and almost comforting. He tilts my chin up so I can’t look anywhere but at his face. His tawny eyes search mine, and I have to struggle not to look away. There’s no softness left in his expression, just stern, unshaking dominance. It’s so potent, making my primal instincts perk up and take notice.

“You’re going to take your punishment like the good girl I know you are, aren’t you?” he asks, speaking slowly.

“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I beg mindlessly.

There’s a purr from behind me, Rhett’s hands massaging my back, loosening the muscles and making me melt. He’s careful of my shoulder, brushing his lips against the bandages, making me shiver. Mateo’s fingers flex, making me jump and whimper.

“Let go, Omega. Let go and obey,” he says, and I gasp at the same sub-audible rumble I’m used to hearing only from Lex in his voice. Not quite a bark, but tuned directly to the primal part of my mind.

I can only nod, mouth open on a pant as my heart suddenly kicks into high gear. There’s a gentle double-squeeze on my left hand. I squeeze twice in return.

“On your knees, thighs spread, lovely,” Lex orders, a cold snap through the warm haze of Mateo’s stare.

My movements are sluggish, but they don’t rush me. Eventually Rhett’s hands are on me, sure and steady, as he ties his knots. The web of rope across my chest and back holds me like an embrace, allowing me to slip a little further out of my body. I’m tethered into position, lines running to anchor points in the walls and ceiling until I barely need to support my own weight and I can relax into the ropes. Once he’s finished, I know I can’t move an inch. Somehow, that knowledge allows me to slip even further down.

I’m secure, safe, surrounded by the people I trust the most in the world. Lucas is behind me now, as my hands are tied behind my back and secured at my waist. Rhett gave me my usual emergency release pull, which I hold tight in my right fist, while my left hand is still entwined with Lucas’s. While Rhett works, Mateo traces feather-light teasing touches over my skin until I’m covered with goosebumps. I want to squirm, to whine and plead for more, but with how serious his expression is, I know better than to try my luck.

“How many?” Lex asks, drawing my attention.

“Domina?” I question, the word a little slurred in my hazy mental state.

“How many times did you disobey?” she asks, purposefully leaving the question open-ended.

I struggle to think, but I don’t know if it’s worth traveling down that road. This isn’t about wrongdoings, I realize. This is a question as to how much I can take right now. I have a feeling as to what they have planned, based on the toys they brought, and I know my limits.

“Ten,” I gasp as Mateo flicks at my nipple.

She only nods, and I scream as Mateo presses the vibrator to my exposed clit, turning the speed up to the max. I can’t flinch away, can’t escape the sudden surge of pleasure and the orgasm barreling toward me. My moans rise higher and higher, but just as I’m reaching my peak, he pulls the toy away, leaving me dripping and aching.

“Count for me, sweet girl,” Rhett purrs, rubbing a hand along my ass.

“Yes, sir,” I reply automatically.

The first strike of the paddle comes softer than I know he’s capable of, but still hard enough for the ache to linger. I count each of the five strikes, my mind starting to detach from my body as pleasure and pain blur together.

“You want to surrender to us, don’t you, my love? To give us whatever we want?” Lex purrs as Mateo starts up again with the vibrator.

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