But did I need to?
“Master.” I barely mouthed the word, hoping they would see, and he did. Nick stood next to me in a moment, stance casual, hands in his pockets, staring down at me like he didn’t care what I was going through.
The intensity in his eyes told me differently, but there was no way to prove it. Only desperation drove me to do this. “Closer?”
Whispers were the only way I could function. Anything louder, anything more to distract my mind from its singular mission and I would explode without intention.
Nick leaned down. “Speak, Selena.”
“Do you need me to succeed or fail?”
The way his face went slack in shock told me I hit my mark. “What did you say?”
“Do you want me to do this? Or not?”
He stared at me, face unreadable. There was this intangible thing between us, the pull and the reality. I was theirs and didn’t have a choice, but it was alsomore. I needed just one thing to tell me I wasn’t nothing.
The toy between my legs slowed, the vibrations dropped to a rumble, and I gasped in relief, heaving breath. He pressed a hand to my forehead, like he would stroke my hair if the rubber strap wasn’t in the way. “Iwantyou to succeed,” he said. “To be a good fucking girl, Selena.”
But, I answered in my mind.
“But I need you to fail.”
My stomach plummeted and my heart rejoiced. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A singular admission to what Derek had told me—not everything was what it seemed like.
“Put up a fight,” he said. “Try. Because you’re my slave and I’m ordering you not to come. But you will, sweetheart. I’m not going to give you a choice. The ground underneath this table is going to be soaked with you by the time I’m done.”
He didn’t let me respond or ask me to, just stepped away. This time, in the corner of my eye, I saw them. Three shapes to my left, out of the sphere of light. Other shapes beyond them. I couldn’t make them out, couldn’t move my head, but they were there, and everything in my mind was easier.
I obeyed, and I fought.
The machine fucked me and the vibrator toyed with me, and I pushed myself to the edges, trying to resist the pleasure.
But Nick was right—it was too much.
I came. Screaming.
The build up was so much, and the machine didn’t stop. He was right. I soaked the floor. The vibrations on my clit overloaded my body again and again, and I hoped they were keeping track of the times I came, because I certainly wasn’t.
I didn’t even notice the machine had stopped until Derek was unhooking the straps and folding my body over the table to expose my ass. They hooked my hands together, and I didn’t resist it, because they needed this, and I would give it to them even if I didn’t know why.
At the very least, maybe they would trust me more, and maybe I would find out what I needed to get back to Anna.
“You came four times,” Sebastian said. “You’re going to thank us for the discipline we offer after you don’t obey.”
What the hell was wrong with me right now? My body was languid and peaceful. I didn’t care that my ass was about to get spanked. The pleasure I just experienced had me so blissed out, I wasn’t evenworried. Everything was calm because I knew they needed it.
Was it the nurse in me that put others before myself one hundred percent of the time? Was it the memories of us together in the nest? Or was it something deeper I was afraid to examine because it would tell me things about myself and the situation I wasn’t ready to acknowledge?
Like the fact that obeying them made it easier to breathe. And that I trusted them not to truly hurt me while they punished me. Or the feeling of satisfaction in truly being able to let go.
Smack!
The pain burned in my ass, and I spoke the words they wanted me to. “Thank you, Master.” It felt easy. Every time the pain spiked and faded into impossible warmth, I thanked them. Each of them punishing me for what I’d let happen.
Derek stood me on my feet. “Follow me. The rules still apply.”
I shook, but obeyed. All the way back into the elevator and to the cage, where he locked me to the edges of the steel frame, and I fell into sleep before the cage was even closed.