CHAPTER 38
Sutton
“I’m sorry.”
Theo pulled back and traced a line down my throat with the tip of his finger.
“No more. You turn the camera back on. You unblock your door. You let me back in.”
I nodded roughly and gasped when I caught a glimpse of his knuckles. They were busted and bloody and already swelling.
“Theo!”
His eyes narrowed and that terrifyingly dark smile appeared again.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do than make you come with his blood on my hands. Too bad you’ve been a bad girl.”
I whimpered when he turned and walked over to Dominic and Leon. I was left there waiting to see what they’d do for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. It was torture but when they all came toward me I worried I hadn’t appreciated that time alone enough.
Dominic stopped directly in front of me and ignored my protests while unbuckling me. When I was standing between them, limbs free, he finally spoke.
“You have two choices. One. You take a private punishment and go home and we go back to the way things have been. Two. You turn around, we strap you in, you get the public punishment you want.”
I blinked up at him.
“What—”
“Choice number two means you agree to be ours. No half-hearted bullshit. You are ours. Here and at home.”
Butterflies. Fireworks. Full-body tingles. Still, I had to ask.
“Yours?”
Theo gripped my hair and used it to angle my face towards him.
“Ours. Collared. All of you would belong to us. To use you, to fuck you anyway we want, to pleasure you.”
“At home?”
Leon gripped my waist.
“Not in front of the kids.”
I swallowed down my nerves.
“Okay.”
Dominic growled.
“Think about it first. It won’t always be easy.”
“I choose option two.” I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
It didn’t escape me they made sure to clarify that I was theirs, not that they were mine.
I needed to explore everything happening and it had to be with them.
I didn’t think I’d ever venture into any club ever again by myself.
“I don’t need to think about it. It’s option two. ”
“You broke a big rule, Sutton.” Dominic crossed his arms and stared down at me.
“You’re going to be strapped down with your bare ass out.
Everyone is going to watch since you want this to be public.
Twenty with a paddle. You’ll count after each one.
Miss one and we’ll start over. It’s going to hurt, Sutton. Are you sure about this?”
I swallowed. Twenty felt like a lot. And they were going to take my panties off? Oh, god. I was nervous but when I thought about how lonely I’d felt these last two weeks without them, I knew I could do it. I turned around and held my arms up so I could be strapped in.
Theo’s voice was low as he took care of buckling the straps around my limbs.
“Have you picked a safe word?”
“Yes. Red. Simple so I can remember.”
“If it’s too much, use it. As soon as you finish this it’s all behind us. Clean slate, Kitten.”
I nodded and then gasped when my vision went dark. Leon breathed into my neck and nipped me.
“You don’t need to see for this, Kitten. Just keep breathing and counting.”
I tensed as soon as their warmth moved away from me and I was left there alone. With my eyes covered I was doing my best to listen to any signs of where they were. My breathing came faster.
“We have a special show for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen.” Dominic’s voice rang loud across the club. “Our Kitten was a bad girl tonight and she’s going to take her punishment in front of all of you to prove that she’s sorry.”
Oh, god. Oh, no. What the heck did I do?
“It just goes to show that even innocent little kittens can act up. Even our little Kitten.” He moved closer to me and lowered his voice. “And you are our little Kitten now, Sutton. You sold your soul to the devil, baby.”
I clenched my fists and tried to calm down but then I felt one of them behind me, slowly dragging my panties down my thighs.
I knew I was wet from being around them but having it pointed out by some random woman in the crowd lit my body on fire with humiliation.
That feeling quickly transformed in a way that made me question my sanity. I was painfully turned on.
I heard the whistle of the paddle just before it cracked across my butt.
The sound of the paddle hitting my skin was loud and then the sting came.
I flinched and my body naturally tried to get away from that pain but I couldn’t go anywhere.
I clenched my jaw shut to stop myself from screaming but then I remembered I was supposed to count.
“O-one.”
The next two came back-to-back and left me clenching my cheeks and thinking I’d messed up.
“Two, three!”
Dominic landed the next paddle at the top of my thighs and I lost the battle of crying out.
“Four!”
He was suddenly pressing into me from behind, his scent comforting me.
“You’ve got this, Kitten.”
Then he was gone and I received one more stinging paddle that made me scream. I counted and in the silence that followed I could hear people talking and laughing.
“My turn, brat.” Leon ran his hand over my hot lower cheeks and growled into my ear. “This is for scaring the shit out of us. And for putting yourself at risk.”
Leon swung the paddle with more force than Dominic. The sound was even louder and the instant sting left me panting for breath. I wasn’t sure I could speak until he tapped my hip with the paddle.
“Don’t make us start over, Kitten.”
“Six!”
The next four got me halfway through but my butt was on fire. I was fighting tears and the way my core was reacting to the public spanking. I could feel my wetness leaking down my thighs.
I knew Theo was going to paddle me next and I let myself take a deep breath because I didn’t think he’d go too hard on me. The first one showed me what a fool I was. I screamed out the count and struggled hard against the straps.
Theo was suddenly right next to me, whispering in my ear even as he slid the paddle between my thighs.
“You have to know that for your safety I’ll always get my knuckles bloody for you. But I’ll also wear your ass out so you take your safety as seriously as I do.”
I didn’t think I would survive the next four from him. I was openly crying and twisting my hips back and forth to try to ease the sting.
Dominic was back for the last five and he didn’t take it easy on me. By the third paddle I was sobbing and I felt like I couldn’t think. The fourth made me scream his name. The fifth and final one was the hardest of them all and I lost track of everything. It was sensation overload.
I didn’t notice them taking me down and carrying me out of the club. I only knew that one of them was holding me and I felt safer and more cherished than I ever had at the hands of someone other than my father.