Chapter Five — Trinity
CHAPTER FIVE
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TRINITY
Brooks stood as soon as I said yes. “I’ll find Amber.”
Sparkling nerves flowed through me. I was doing this. I was really doing this, and I wasn’t used to the twisted combination of fear and excitement tangled in my gut.
“You’re sure?” Logan asked as he slid my legs off his and lifted me to my feet. “Your scent says nervous.”
“Yes, I’m sure. And yes, I am nervous.”
“Good,” Theo said. “Nerves mean you’re paying attention. But if it becomes more than that, tell us.”
Logan’s hand remained around my waist, and I found myself leaning into him more. That intangible cinnamon and sugar was so good and so sweet. All of their scents were incredible.
A starburst of loneliness exploded in my chest. How many times had I wished that I had a pack like my friends? My beautiful, lucky, scent matched friends. Not for something quick in a club. I might never see these Alphas again.
I shoved the thoughts out of my head and prepared to enjoy everything as much as I could, no matter the outcome. It’s what I encouraged my friends to do, and if I didn’t do the same, I would be an absolute hypocrite.
Brooks came back with Amber in tow. She smiled at me. “All negotiated?”
“Yes.”
She glanced down at her tablet. “The schedule is pretty packed today, but the industrial room is open now.”
No one hesitated. Logan—arm still firmly around my body—guided me toward the elevator. Amber tapped on her tablet as we waited, and I needed to get my fucking heart under control because it was about to beat out of my chest.
The industrial room was on the third floor, which was quieter, though the music of the club still thumped through the walls and floor. Cement floor and walls made of steel mixed with exposed brick and metal beams. It looked like the back of a loading dock.
Or the sets of some of the rougher porn I watched. And fuck did that make this real.
“Perfect,” Brooks said.
I followed where he looked and saw the large metal crate on the other side of the room. At a height where bending over it would have me exactly where they needed me.
Fingers touched my shoulder, and I jumped. Amber laughed softly as she turned me toward her. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” I swallowed. “A little shocked that I’m going to do it, and a little nervous, but yes.”
She smiled. “Just pretend I’m not here if that’s something that helps. I’ll be over here.” Then, lower. “You’re safe with both them and me.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t much more than a squeak.
The sight when I turned around made my stomach drop through the floor and my whole body tingle. Four Alphas waiting for me. To spank me. Holy shit.
Logan reached out his hand and took both of mine in his when I approached. Then, slowly, he released me and took my face in his hands. My stomach fluttered when he kissed my forehead above my mask. “What are your safe words?”
“Yellow to pause or check in, red to stop. Green if everything’s all fine.”
I felt him smile against my skin. “What color are you now?”
“Green,” I whispered. “I mean, it’s on the yellow side of green, but green.”
Logan chuckled, a low purr rumbling between us. “If it turns into a greenish yellow, let us know.”
He guided me to the metal crate. It wasn’t as big as I’d originally thought, but it was still the perfect size for this.
Hands on my waist, he pressed me gently into the edge. “Brooks and Theo will hold your legs, and Bastian your hands.”
Swift, hot arousal washed through me. I knew this was a punishment—at least the first part—and I wasn’t necessarily supposed to enjoy it.
But my mind wouldn’t let me forget that being at someone’s mercy had always been the center of my fantasies.
No matter how little sense it made or how embarrassed it made me. It had never gone away.
Now, it was happening, and I wasn’t sure how to deal.
But what I did know was that I had to be the one to take the step and lay myself over this crate. I had to be the one to say yes.
I leaned my body over the metal surface and held out my arms. Bastian took my wrists in his hands, crouching so he could pull them straight down on the crate’s opposite side. He was so close I could smell the leather, clove, and peppercorn drifting off his skin.
His eyes crinkled as he smiled behind the skull bandana. Being able to tell he was smiling like that because of me sent electric tingles rippling over my skin.
Bastian squeezed gently, fingers pressing the links of my hand chains into my skin. The grip told me I wasn’t going anywhere, and yet I knew he would let go if I needed him to.
A firm hand closed around my ankle, guiding my leg to the edge of the metal. Then the other one.
Fuck.
We hadn’t even started, and I knew why they’d recommended being restrained. My mind was already in a different place, and I loved that I didn’t have to think about what came next.
Fingers brushed the backs of my thighs, and everything tightened. “What’s your color, Trinity?”
“G—” My throat slammed closed like it did when I was nervous. Like it did when I remembered. “Green.”
I could hear Logan’s smile. “Good. Brooks is going to count so you don’t have to worry about it.
” His hands continued to stroke upward. Dragging beneath the flouncy ruffles of my skirt to my ass.
I’d worn a thong thinking I’d be a little cheeky while not being daring enough to go commando.
It meant he could easily reach what he needed, but also that there was zero chance of hiding just how much this turned me on.
Did I really want to hide that?
The slow, even motions of his hands warmed my skin and relaxed everything else.
Somehow it didn’t feel strange that I was being held in place.
Instead, I felt… calm? Safe? I wasn’t really sure what to make of the feelings coursing through me, spreading from Logan’s fingertips and the rest of their hands.
Fiery stinging raced through me before the sound of the slap reached my ears. I gasped, body jerking against their hold. They didn’t move an inch.
It was more shock than pain. Heat gathered beneath where he’d spanked me. It might hurt later, but it didn’t now.
“That’s one.”
A wave of perfume rolled outward, and I bit my lip, hoping they didn’t notice. The way Bastian tilted his head told me they absolutely did. Fuck.
The next spank had my teeth digging further into my lip because this was a punishment. It was supposed to be a deterrent for breaking the rules. But at this exact moment, my brain was having a difficult time remembering why I wouldn’t want this.
“Two.”
Three more slaps, one after another, lower on my legs, where my ass met my thighs. They hurt a bit more, but no amount of struggling allowed me to move. My body wanted to writhe and wriggle out the pain. They made it so I could do nothing but take it.
A swooping sensation dropped through me. Like vertigo or something stronger. It swept all my fight away and replaced it with warmth.
“Three, four, five.”
Logan stroked my skin again, soothing away the sting. “Color?”
“Green.”
Was that my voice? It sounded like I was panting.
Bastian squeezed my wrists where he held them, and I flushed. Something about being so watched made everything worse and better and I felt a little out of my mind in the best way. No wonder they said this was an altered state. I felt a bit high, and we’d barely started.
“I’m not going to stop now,” Logan said. “It might hurt more, but it will be over sooner.”
I don’t want it to be over.
The words stuck on my tongue and never made it past my lips. All I could do was nod.
A ragged gasp escaped as his hand met my skin. And again. And again. Brooks counted, but I wasn’t listening. I was lost in the sparkles of pain that morphed into heat I couldn’t fight. It did hurt. I did cry out in shock, surprise, and a little pain, but I also felt so fucking free.
Like I was falling through nothing but there was no danger. No fear.
“Nineteen,” Brooks said, “and twenty.”
Logan smoothed his hands over my skin together. It made the skin ache at the same time it gave me chills.
The distinctive sound of high heels clicking on the floor approached.
Bastian released my wrists, and I had to fight everything not to tell him to come back or reach for him.
I already missed the feeling. The other hands disappeared from my legs, leaving me with a hollow sense of loss I couldn’t explain.
Amber came around the crate and crouched in front of me.
She smiled and looked me over, assessing to make sure I was okay.
It hadn’t been that long. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes—maybe even less because my brain felt like taffy—but it felt like hours in my head. “How do you feel, Trinity?”
“I feel floaty,” I whispered. “Is that bad?”
She laughed quietly. “Do you like it?” I nodded. “Then it’s not bad. In fact, it’s very good. Thank you for following our rules even though you were nervous. Would you like to stay with them?”
I want to make you come on my tongue. With my fingers. As much as I’m sure I’ll crave more the second my hand meets your skin.
The thought of saying no was now laughable. I wanted it so much, and the more he talked about. Even in this state, I recognized I wasn’t quite sober, but I’d already said yes, and I would take what they would give me. Even if I’d said no, I’d want to stay near them.
I bit my lip again and nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Somewhere to my right I heard a low purr rumbling beneath the music.
“Very well. I trust the Breaker pack. You’re in good hands. Regardless, the room will now be monitored like all the others. There will be someone outside at all times, and the rooms aren’t soundproof. They will hear you if you call.”
Every instinct I had told me down to my bones that I wouldn’t need to. I was safe. And my Omega almost never felt truly safe. So the fact that there were no questions? It was close to a goddamn miracle. But I loved that the safety net was there in case I was wrong.