Chapter 16
RAFE
I’d seen Alex in so many positions, so many situations. Some perversely fucked up—the kind that brought swift shame because my cock had gotten hard when it shouldn’t have…such as in that tunnel when Cleft forced her mouth on me.
But this…
Seeing her bound, her body covered in sweat and unable to squirm without inducing an intense scorch in her ass, this was my twisted version of heaven. I never thought I’d get so worked up over examining the marks left on her ass by another man.
I clenched the belt, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and ached to bring the strap down on that canvas of beautiful, painful pink.
“Apologize to Jax for pulling my gun on him.” She sniffled, attempting to hold back her sobs. “Go on, Alex. I give you permission to speak now.”
“Fuck you.”
I blasted the leather across her ass. “Not what I had in mind, sweetheart.”
“Take it out! You’ve had your fun.”
“No. Jax had his fun. Now it’s my turn, but you’re gonna tell him sorry first.”
“I’m sorry,” she bit out, her tone suggesting she was anything but. I whipped her thighs this time. She jumped, then screamed from the amped up severity.
“Fucking…Rafe!” She flexed her hands, stiffened her legs, but God help her—she didn’t dare clench her ass. “I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what?” I trailed the strap over her reddened cheeks, enjoying how her legs quivered.
“For taking your gun.”
“And?”
“For pulling it on Jax. I won’t do it again.”
I dropped the belt on the bed, and when I laid my palms on her warm bottom, she jumped again, letting out a hiss of pain between gritted teeth. But when I slipped a finger into her cunt, I found it soaked. Her body mystified me, entranced me, owned me right to the tip of my cock.
“You don’t have to stick around for this,” I told Jax, sensing him lingering from the corner of my eye.
He shifted, gaining my attention, and leaned against the wall with his shoulders slumped. “Mind if I watch?”
I grasped my belt once more and shuffled back a few steps. “Go ahead.” But would he mind? Would watching me with Alex be too much for him? I didn’t want to ask, and I didn’t want to make things worse by implying he leave either.
“You’re getting twenty more,” I told Alex.
“And you’re gonna count them.” Jax had gone easy on her.
I wouldn’t, not after the hell she’d put me through yesterday.
He’d left her ass a beautiful shade, using nothing more than the angry palm of his hand.
But I planned to leave welts—the kind of reminder that she was mine.
As I brought down that belt for real this time, my bicep bulging in delivering a brutal crack, I probably hated myself more than she did, because her cry of agony rushed through my blood in a deplorable way.
“Count.”
“One!” she shouted, fury drenching that single word. Even though her cunt was dripping, she still had the mind to be furious with me.
Hell, I loved her even more for it. Her fire, her spitting-nails spirit—she was the strap of leather that kept me in line.
I tempered the beast inside me, and for the next few minutes, the world faded; it was just her, me, and the strikes of my belt that captured us in a bubble no force on Earth could penetrate.
I was so caught up in the way she responded, transfixed by the lines crisscrossing her bottom, I almost forgot Jax was in the room with us, standing just outside our bubble.
I let loose another whack, but she failed to count. I rounded the bed and found her staring, unseeing, eyes glazed. Nearly unreachable. I lapped at her tears, running a palm over her hair, and gently grounded her. She sucked in a deep breath, sudden alertness widening her watery eyes.
“You okay?” How ludicrous a question, but I needed to know I wasn’t pushing her too far. Though the idea that I hadn’t, that maybe I never could push her beyond what she could handle, reeled me in, threatening to send me to the darkest corners of my mind. She was my fucking dream come true.
“I’m confused,” she said.
“You’re on eleven.”
“No, I mean…I need to come…but it hurts too much.”
I hadn’t been certain how ginger would affect her, but apparently, it was intolerable in its burn…intolerable in other ways too.
It was fucking perfect.
“Eleven,” I reminded her.
She blinked then recited, “Eleven.”
I returned to my spot behind her vulnerable ass, widened my feet, and prepared to deliver number twelve. As I did so with my cock strutting its stuff, standing proudly above my shoved down sweats, motion caught my attention from the corner of my eye.
Jax wasn’t staring at Alex or even the belt I fisted. He fastened his gaze on my cock, hastily unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, and his hand went to work. His eyes darted to mine for a second—less than a fucking second—before he dropped his gaze.
And I realized he felt awkward, maybe even ashamed for ogling me, for being turned on by watching. Strangely, I didn’t feel the same way. I might have before we’d shared a cell for three years, but we’d had so little privacy in that cramped space, there wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen.
He’d been there all the times I’d curled into a ball, muffling my trauma into the pillow as my ass flamed from a slew of intruding cocks. He’d sat with me silently, not touching, just being there and listening as I tried to hold it in but couldn’t.
He’d given me his understanding without saying a word.
Though, at the time, I hadn’t understood how he could grasp even a sliver of the tormented headspace I’d fallen into. But now, having seen firsthand how he’d been raised…he’d known more about it than he’d let on.
I struck Alex again, and her muttered thirteen broke the trance for me. Though not for Jax. His head fell back against the wall, his lids at half-mast, mouth parted as he pumped his cock.
I eyed Alex’s reddened skin, yearning to watch her squirm for the last seven lashes, but she wouldn’t do that as long as the ginger tamed her movement. I worked it from her rectum, making her hiss in a breath, and for the final leg of her punishment, I put extra strength into those strikes.
She shrieked. She bucked. She cried. She pleaded for me to stop.
She begged for me to keep going. I sent her spiraling through her mind, unable to stop tumbling head over end.
Dropping the belt at my feet with a loud thump, I stood directly behind her, rubbing my cock between the valley of her ass cheeks.
“Baby,” I ground out between clenched teeth. Oh shit…
I’d lost my grasp on control. Two rough pumps of my hand spelled the end of me, and I spilled all over her backside.
Breathing way too fucking fast, I pummeled her cunt with one hand and rubbed my cum into her silky smooth skin with the other.
This took the idea of finger painting to new heights.
She arched her spine, screeching a plea for mercy that collided with Jax’s quiet grunts of release.
And my dick wasn’t done yet, apparently.
A sexually charged dungeon of sin existed between these walls, and I was the warden.
Before I made the mistake of thrusting into her, I released her arms and legs with jittery fingers, drawing noisy breaths that surely sucked all the fucking oxygen from the room.
Jax sent me a stricken expression before he left without saying a single word. Shit. After this, we would have stuff to deal with, but right now I had my hands full. Literally. I couldn’t keep them off her gorgeous ass.
She’d spread her arms out like wings, spent from the torment I’d unleashed onto her body, but also panting with the need to come. She pushed her ass even further into my palms, moaning, practically begging me to fuck her.
“Please,” she gasped. “I need to come. Don’t leave me like this.”
I wanted to give her what she wanted; my cock inside her and the air splintering with her cries of pleasure. But this was meant to be a punishment, and I’d already fucked up once when it came to her. I strode to the dresser, grabbed the white bag Jax had given me, and pulled out the instructions.
“Says here I can’t fuck you bareback for a few days.
” I let out a low curse. “I’m not about to knock you up.
” I helped her to her feet, and something about the way her skirt cascaded to shield her body irritated the fuck out of me.
I wanted to rip that flowing material to shreds.
Instead, I shoved the bag and the paper into her shaking hands then twirled her around toward the bathroom.
“I want you on those pills pronto. And be sure to take the morning after pill too. Get cleaned up,” I ordered, smacking her ass.
Go, I mentally screamed, before I did something stupid…again.