Chapter 24 #3
If Axl whipped my pussy with that flogger it would fucking hurt. I left my legs closed, crossing them to hide my clit. I recalled a previous sadist who had shown me how that felt, with a crop to the clit when I smart-mouthed him.
Axl sat on my legs, pulled them apart. They had me stretched between them.
“Nooo. Please?”
He flicked his wrist twice, the evil man, whipping the flogger across my front. Pain flashed into existence across one breast then the other.
Trying to turn over and hide made Grayson put a knee on my hair.
“Don’t fucking get me with that,” he warned Axl.
My whimpers made Axl’s smile turn a little eviler and a glint reached his eyes.
“Isn’t she just flawlessly rebellious. You’ll suit me fine, Emme.” He flicked at my nipples again, and I pinched my lips in, swallowing a whimper.
Grayson chuckled. “Keep going. I like the decorations it leaves on her.”
With my wrists held to one side and his knee on my hair, he covered my mouth and nose with his other hand, for long enough to make me desperate and try to dislodge him. The effort left me panting and writhing until he laughed and freed my mouth.
The next lash of the flogger struck a thigh, and I winced but made myself be still and take it.
Minutes later, whipped on both breasts and with my thighs striped, Axl tossed aside the flogger.
“Now you look as if you belong to us, all marked.” He stroked his whole hand down my belly, then briefly inserted a finger inside me, and left it there while he watched that look of awe wash over me that never failed to turn up when a man just… took.
I slumped into the sofa once they released me, feeling all the small hurts multiply and flare. Those waned and merged into a sea of pleasant pain, as if I were an instrument recently played by an entire orchestra.
Thankfully, they let me cuddle with them for a while before I was made to, reluctantly, get up and go with them to the shower.
Getting soaped and molested at two or three AM was educational. I never knew I would love being kissed so much when sandwiched between two guys in a shower.
The water and their muscles, the shifting blend of arms and mouths, the strangely wonderful care I felt emanating from them, it made me unexpectedly emotional, but in a happy way.
I’d cried so many tears for Charity over the past few weeks that I was eager to feel some warmth in the world.
How could my two kidnappers make me feel so…
considered? So cared for? I was glad the shower’s spray disguised my wet eyes and hid the tears.
Snuggling with them on a king-size bed was even better than the shower. I squirmed around, getting comfortable before relaxing and sinking into the mattress. The quilt was soft and welcoming, the guys were warm and smelled of man. I sifted through the night-time seconds, feeling, just feeling.
The tiny throbs from the flogger pulsed and pulsed to the timing of my heart. It said safe to me. Obsession and safety.
This is what I’ve always needed.
Even though I lay near the realm of sleep, I knew then that I had finally found a place that was going to be home.
Was that truly love this girl that one of them whispered, too quietly for me to be sure of the speaker, as if he were ashamed of the words. Could it be Axl?
Someone’s hand stroked my hair, another pulled me closer to his chest. I grumbled and kept hold of whoever’s thumb I’d found near my mouth.
“Shhh. Sleep now, princess.”
No one ever called me that.
The night rolled in and left me smiling and breathing softly as I tumbled into the nothingness of sleep.
The next morning, I was woken by Axl yelling at Grayson to hurry up and found myself scooped out of bed, naked, leaving a trail of almost removed sheet as he marched us to the door.
Sleepily, I rubbed my eyes as he carried me down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The smell of bacon was obvious. A frypan still sat on the stove, and Axl had a plate of bacon beside where he perched on the kitchen island.
“Hey, asshole.” Grayson sighed as he stopped in front of Axl. “Why are you always dirtying my island with your body? I do have chairs.”
“Shhh. I have something important to do to our Emme. Open your mouth, girl.”
Curious, I opened it.
Axl smiled and brought a piece of crispy bacon up to my mouth, pushed it in.
“Your first try of my perfect meat.”
I chewed, swallowed a small piece. “Yum. It’s good.”
His smile became a grin.
Grayson snorted. “I’m putting you on a chair, Emme. I bet you’re still leaking from last night.”
Blushing red-hot, I occupied a chair and was amazed to have a plate of bacon and toast placed before me on the small table.
The men kept talking and seemed to feel they could treat me as if I was a normal part of this morning affair. It was the first time ever they’d done this. This was suddenly too much, as emotions flooded in that I’d not expected.
Joy, happiness, sadness… A whole gamut of feelings and not all of them made sense to me.
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I had to duck my head for a while until I grew calmer.