5. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
I thrash around on the mattress, pushing against the hand on my back that's pinning me down.
"Get off me," I growl, swinging my legs wildly around, hoping to connect with one of them.
Hawk walks around to the other side of the bed where my head is, leaning down to glare at me.
"You tried to hurt him."
I scoff at him incredulously. "He was hitting me with the crop."
"The crop doesn't hurt," Hawk points out. "However, what you intended to do would have caused significant pain and possible damage."
Stilling, I throw him an apologetic look. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry."
I hope that's the end of it, but I'm sorely mistaken.
Hawk grabs my arms, pinning them against the mattress. Wide-eyed, I plead with him, memories of my teenage years coming back to me.
"It won't hurt—much," Jett says, one hand still on my back. "Words don't mean much. But I prefer an eye for an eye."
"I didn't even touch you!" I argue, squirming as I try to get them away from me.
Jett sighs. "But still… it's not very kind to hurt someone. Especially your big brothers."
"We're the same age," I shout.
"But I'm three months older," Jett replies in a happy tone. "Seniority rules."
I let out a panic filled gasp as I feel him lift my dress up with his free hand. The material bunches up on my lower back, my exposed skin feeling the air.
I quickly realize I'm wearing low cut underwear—my red thong visible to Jett.
"Oh," he breathes out. "I usually say that redheads shouldn't wear more red, but I think you're the exception."
Burying my face into the mattress, I fight back tears of embarrassment and humiliation. When I try to swing my legs again, he straddles them, holding them in place as he leans over my back.
"Hard limit," I mutter quickly, remembering my form. "Pain is a hard limit."
I hate that I'm showing them weakness. I know that they want to torment me and they would love to see me broken. But I'm petrified of what's happening.
I know they would never physically hurt me. They love our parents too much to ever do that to them. But that doesn't mean they can't hurt me in other ways. They are masters at charm and mental torture.
"Who said anything about pain?" Jett answers. "You already know the crop doesn't hurt."
Letting out a sniffle, I'm stunned when Hawk grabs my neck, forcing me to look up at him. Tears are pooled in my eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if it's enough to deter them. He stares at me with a hard expression, and sadly I don't find the guilt that I'm searching for.
"Please don't," I beg him. "Let's just forget this night happened. I won't tell anyone."
Hawk raises an eyebrow, his face void of emotion. A tear spills down my cheek and I'm surprised when he catches it with his thumb, swiping it away.
Before I can react though, Jett brings down the crop, hitting my ass.
I jolt. The whole room is silent while I process it.
Another tear slips down my other cheek, followed by another crack of the crop against my skin.
"Did that hurt?" Jett asks, pausing.
I bite my lip, begging myself to not let any more tears fall in their presence.
It didn't hurt. Not physically.
But I'm feeling degraded, weak.
"He asked you a question," Hawk says, squeezing my chin. "Answer him."
"No," I snap through clenched teeth, voice shaking.
Hawk smiles at me, pleased that he's forced an answer out. Dimples flash at me and I start to shake. I realize I can't see Jett, and because of that, I don't know if more strikes are coming. It's unnerving, my heart pounding as it crushes me.
"It's all in your mind," Jett murmurs. "Now, are you going to try to attack me again?"
"No," I reply again, hopeful they will cease their actions.
Smack.
This time I gasp, not expecting it at all. The crop moved lower, getting the underside of my ass. I'm stupefied, frozen in place.
Jett moves off my legs, and I let out a sigh of relief. Looking at Hawk expectedly, I wait for him to release my arms. He lingers in position for a moment, torturing me, until finally, he lets me go.
Scrambling up the bed, I turn around to face them, sitting on my ass as I curl my legs toward my chest.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I confront Jett, glaring at him.
He smacks the crop against his hand a few times, cocking a smirk in my direction.
"Everything, little Tempest."
I'm teleported back to our youth, his nickname reminding me of stormy nights.
"Let me guess. You're going to tell Mom ."
My gaze snaps to Hawk, eyes narrowing at his sarcasm. "You're not funny, Hawk."
He picks up the vibrator, flinging it to my feet. "Here. Go fuck yourself. It might loosen you up a bit."
I snatch the vibrator, throwing it back at him. He ducks, the purple shaped penis hitting the wall behind him.
"Do we have to remind you again of the consequences?" Jett taunts, and I shake my head.
"Eye for an eye," I repeat to him. "I was just returning the favor. Respectfully, go fuck yourselves."
Jett breaks out in laughter, grinning at Hawk. "I've missed the fiery banter."
"I haven't," I mumble.
He pauses, looking at me with a mad glint in his eyes. Grasping my ankle, he rips me down the bed, my dress getting caught under my back as it exposes me to the room again. He leans over me, slamming his hand down on the mattress next to my head as he glances down at me.
"I still remember how you scream," he says in a low tone.
"I'll scream again," I promise him.
He smirks. "Sound-proof rooms. You can try it if you want."
Fingers dig into my calf and I grab his forearm in response, digging my nails in. "Back off."
"Did you enjoy it?" Jett asks, my face pulling into a look of confusion.
"Enjoy what?" I spit back.
"The crop."
I stammer in bewilderment. "Obviously not."
"Not even a little bit?" he queries.
His hand brushes up my leg, stilling me. I shake my head, swallowing.
"Are you sure?" he asks, a knowing look on his face.
I have no idea what he's talking about, my body tensing up as his fingers trail up further.
When they brush against my underwear, I jolt up, pushing myself up the mattress as I gawk at him shell-shocked.
"Jett," I manage to choke out. "What are you doing?"
A hand swings out from the other side, grabbing my neck as I'm shoved into the mattress. Alarm bells go off into my mind, my airway cut off as Hawk squeezes my throat.
"You're wet," Hawk points out matter-of-factly. "We can see it. Funny, I would have pegged you for a praise girl."
I can't reply as his fingers tighten around my neck. My skin starts to tingle as I'm deprived of oxygen, little spots appearing in my vision. When I think I'm about to pass out, he releases his hold, my body gasping as I breathe in.
Hawk reaches down to my hips, pressing his index finger against my thong. Peeling back the fabric, he raises an eyebrow, my body tensing up again.
"You're fucking wet," he says again, this time in disbelief.
"Oh, you're a horny little slut," Jett breathes out in amazement. "You like being humiliated."
"No, I don't," I argue weakly. "I was just worked up in anticipation about the prospect of one of the other men getting me for tonight."
They glance at me suspiciously.
I didn't like it.
I could never like them touching me, tormenting me.
"Your mouth says no but your body disagrees," Hawk murmurs. "You're so na?ve that you can't even listen to your own body."
"I don't want you," I spit back venomously. "You disgust me. You repulse me. I hate you."
I do my best to think of every synonym and curse word I can muster to shoot at them, but they aren't deterred.
Hawk's fingers walk along my hips and over my thighs. "I bet you want us to touch you."
"Fuck no," I growl.
"Then why haven't you fought back?" he questions, fingers pressing against the outside of my pussy. "We're not holding you down anymore. You're free to move."
"You have me caged in," I near-yell. "You might not be holding me down but you have me boxed in."
Hawk nods in agreement but his face doesn't match. "I see. And if I were to touch you here ," he says, pushing his finger slightly inside my folds. "What would you do?"
I suck in a breath, hating myself. My body resists the urge to move and press into him, and part of me wants to die.
"Don't do it," I beg, but I can no longer control my voice. It's not stern anymore, and I question whether I'm losing my mind.
He pushes his finger inside my body. I bite my lip, muffling any sounds.
Despite it all, I glare at him with hatred. He curls his finger inside of me, watching my face closely.
The fucking asshole is trying to make me react.
I fake a yawn to signify my boredom—pretend that I feel nothing.
Suddenly, fingers launch themselves around my throat, my mouth still agape.
My eyes snap up to Jett's, his expression angry at the disrespect towards his brother.
"I bet you want to come for us," he snarls. "You want us to take control, so that you can pretend you hate it."
"I do hate it," I choke out against his hand. "Just like I hate you."
Hawk adds another finger to my body, and my eyes roll back involuntarily. "Yeah… really seems like you hate it," he mutters sarcastically. "You're clenching down on me so fucking tight."
Jett's hand harshly releases from my throat as he shoves my head back. He walks to the end of the bed, picking up an object I can't see. As he gets closer again, I spot a wand in his hand—a toy from the bag that I must have missed before.
"Let's put it to the test," he says, switching it on. "My money is on you flooding Hawk's hand."
Pushing the wand against my clit, I can't stop the moan that tears from my throat. I tighten my hold on Hawk again, body buzzing as it vibrates against me.
"Just give in," Hawk muses. "You're ours for the night."
"Never," I say through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the sensations washing through me.
Jett reaches for the top of my dress, ripping it down ruthlessly. My red-cladded breasts bounce out, his fingers immediately finding my nipples through the fabric as he tweaks them with his grip.
"Fuck!" I cry out, eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm surprises me, coming against my will.
My hips push against Hawk's hand, rolling as I desperately chase the sensation. Before I can reach the end of my high, Hawk pulls his hand out, leaving me empty. Jett removes the wand in unison, denying me the final rush as my body aches angrily.
Pulsating, my cries turn to angry growls, and I open my eyes, glaring at them.
"You are both fucking assholes."
Hawk holds up his hand, the evidence of my orgasm coating his fingers. "Am I?"
The feeling of humiliation comes back, and I snap my mouth closed, trying to regain my composure.
"Maybe we'll be nice and finish you off properly," Jett says warmly. "If you beg for it."
"No," I bark back.
Jett smiles sweetly. "Have it your way then."
The two of them move backwards, leaving me sprawled out on the bed. Fresh tears pool in my eyes and Hawk smiles sweetly as he poises himself against the wall casually.
"All you have to do is say please. "