Page 16 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

CHAPTER 6

BROOKS

Grabbing Jessa off the street was a thrill, one I hope to relive again. Next time, I want to be the one to do the actual abducting. My cock is harder than it’s ever been in my fucking life. It’s not only because of what we just got away with, but also the anticipation of what is to come.

Jessa was quiet the rest of the drive to Club Sin, which doesn’t surprise me. She has no idea what is awaiting her. She’s going to love it.

We’ve corralled her to the front door and everything is set up for us on the other side. I look over my shoulder and give her a warning look. She’s going to stride in here and we’re going to get her up to the room without issue, I can see it in her eyes.

If she wants to fight us, which I welcome with my entire fucking being, it will have to wait for another day. They have rules here and this isn’t the last time I wan to use the facilities. It’s somewhere we can go and totally let go, ensuring we’re keeping Jessa safe while doing it.

I swing the doors open and lead our group in, giving a nod to the employee I spoke to earlier when I stopped by after slipping out of the tattoo shop before my last client of the day arrived. He looks at Jessa and doesn’t raise an eyebrow. When I look over my shoulder, I can see why.

None of the anger on her face when we pulled the pillowcase off her head is there now. She’s wearing a sweet, submissive smile on her face and there’s a twinkle in her eyes as if she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

I don’t waste time in the lobby and stride directly over to the elevator, knowing the guys and our woman are going to be right behind me. My body feels like it’s jangling as we ride up and then head down the hallway. When I stop in front of Room Eighteen, I take a deep breath to try and get a little control to settle inside of me.

I spin around and face Jessa who is flanked by Aiden and Cameron. She has a little more defiance on her face now than she did when we walked into Club Sin. When I smirk down at her, she blinks up at me as if she can’t decide how to act in the situation. That’s good, I want her unbalanced.

My voice is deep and husky, “What’s your safe word, Jessa?”

There’s a taunting in her voice, “I wasn’t aware I was going to get one.”

Something drops into the abyss of my soul at her statement. I cup her face in my hands, holding her gently while forcing her to look into my eyes. “We will hurt you in here, Jessa. We will push your limits. We will break you and put you back together again. We will give you what your soul is crying out for. But we never want to harm you.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Do you understand?”

Fuck. I hope she can see how much I love her in my eyes. We all love her. We’ve wanted her for so long and now it’s so close. If we didn’t believe she feels the same way, what happened a few days ago would never have happened. We wouldn’t be standing here right now.

“I understand, Brooks.” I arch an eyebrow at her and she lowers her eyes even while I cup her face in my hands. “Sir.”

Fuck, my chest puffs up with her acknowledgement of the depth of this, of the breadth of this. Cameron leans into her and whispers, “What a good slut you are.”

She shivers and looks back up into my eyes. “Dragon.” Her voice lowers to a whisper, “It’s the only tattoo I know the three of you have in common.”

My voice is serious, “You know what a safe word means?”

“Yes,” she whimpers as if she can already feel us all over her, filling her body and fulfilling her desires.

I can barely keep it together as I ask her, “Do you have any hard limits?”

“No shit, no piss,” she barely murmurs the words, but we all hear them. She gnaws on her lip, “Beyond that, I’m not sure.”

“Not a problem,” I promise her, and she nods. My thumbs move back and forth along her cheeks, “We’ve got you, Jessa.”

She blows out a long breath before Aiden grips Jessa’s hips. I let my hands drop to my sides as he hauls her up against his chest and kisses her hard. It’s all teeth and primal need. I push the door open behind me and then step inside, not willing to take my eyes off them. It’s too beautiful to miss.

Aiden carries her inside and Cam steps in as well, seemingly just as enthralled as I am, but he has the wherewithal to shut and lock the door behind him. When Aiden releases our woman, our pet, our toy, she blinks up at him for a moment before she turns and takes in the room with a gasp.

Everything about the room is debaucherously sumptuous. Almost everything is red and there is plenty of leather, not to mention the large apparatuses. Most of them we won’t be using today, but my cock is itching to strap her to the St. Andrew’s Cross, and I will be doing it. This one is padded with adjustable restraints attached.

Jessa closes her eyes, but they snap open when Cameron commands her, “Strip.”

She looks right at him as she removes her clothes, he matches her movements and I find myself following as well. Aiden practically falls over when he tries to hop out of his jeans, his excitement is palpable in the room, just like the fear coming from Jessa.

“We’re going to start out slow,” I tell her honestly and shoot Aiden a look when he pouts.

That’s the only warning she gets before we step up and surround her. My hands caress her softly as I watch goosebumps cover her skin. Aiden wraps his hands around her body to cup her tits, tweaking and twisting her nipples. She gasps, but Cameron is there, kissing her hard and swallowing down the sounds she’s making, whether in protest or in pleasure.

She knows how to make this stop.

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