Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“What is that?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the smoky, heady music.
Hunter’s lips tugged into a half smile. “This soundtrack will get you off better than you ever have before.” Tossing the remote on the bed behind him, he clamped his hands on my hips. His fingers tightened until he bruised me, holding me perfectly still.
“I know you’ve pretended to be a prude most of your life, so this is probably a silly question. But have you ever been spanked?”
I flinched, glancing at where he held me. “No.”
“Whipped?”
“Never.”
“In that case...allow me to give you some advice.” His gaze fell behind me. “Nick is about to teach you how the body can beg for mercy, all while the soul howls for more. To begin with, you’ll resist the pain. You’ll brace against it. You’ll endure it. You’ll flinch and grimace and promise yourself it will all be over soon.”
The swat of the flogger as Nick snapped it into his hand made me jump.
“Your instinct will be to fight against the pain,” Hunter murmured. “But my advice is to go against those instincts. Don’t resist, relax. Don’t struggle, surrender. Don’t wait for it to be over but throw yourself into the endlessness of it. Give in to the pain and float in the subspace it grants you.”
“I-I’m not sure I can.”
“Try.” Hunter looked behind me and nodded once. “Hold on to me. If you truly can’t handle what Nick is about to give you, then use the safe word. But if you really want to be owned by us tonight. If you want to be stripped back to who you truly are and ride the high of uninhabited fucking, then...trust me.”
“Do it,” he said to Nick.
My shoulders tensed as a draft kissed my spine just before the first crack of agony.
I stumbled forward, crashing against Hunter’s chest. I cried out as the thin web of agony quickly bled into a blanket of punishment.
I moaned, completely shocked, totally consumed.
“Fucking hell, this is a bad idea,” Nick groaned behind me. “I shouldn’t do this. I should not be doing this.”
“Why?” Hunter asked with a curled upper lip.
“Because I won’t be able to stop.”
“Stop. You have my permission to stop,” I gasp-panted, doing my best to ignore the pain, bracing against it exactly like Hunter said I would.
“Tonight isn’t just about you anymore, Ella,” Hunter murmured. “Nick came here to be free too. And he really, really wants to punish you.”
“I don’t need punishing. I’ve learned my lesson. I—”
“Again,” Hunter commanded. “Strike her again. If you’re going to do it, pick a rhythm. Dance with the music. Make her dripping, screaming, and so fucking free, she’ll sprout wings and fly.”
I shied away from Nick behind me, doing my best to climb onto Hunter’s lap. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not. I don’t. I don’t want—”
Strike.
I screamed as another ribbon of fire laced my back.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nick grunted.
“Again,” Hunter snarled. “Perfect your technique. Not too hard. Not too soft. Find a balance and give it to her. Otherwise, I’ll do it.”
“You’re not fucking hitting her with anything,” Nick snapped just before another crack lashed me.
Pain.
“Oh God. Stop. Please stop.” Tears sprang from my eyes, pouring down my cheeks.
“Keep going. Unless she says the safe word, don’t stop,” Hunter barked. “Again.”
Strike.
“Fuck, her skin is already pink.” Nick’s voice didn’t sound like him anymore. Dark and tortured. Thick and haunted.
“Again. She won’t learn a damn thing if you don’t push her to her limits,” Hunter barked. “You both wanted this. So do it.”
Strike.
“God, I’m sorry, Ella,” Nick moaned.
“So.”
Strike.
“Fucking.”
Strike.
“Sorry.”
Strike.
My tears turned to sobs as I did my best to run. I struggled and squirmed. I tried to throw myself to the side and get as far away from these sadists as possible.
But Hunter held me firm. Too firm. His fingers bruised me. His immense power kept me bound better than any rope or chain. “Don’t apologise to her,” Hunter snapped. “Set her free. She’s not there yet. If you stop now, she’ll hate you forever.” His mouth turned into a cruel smile. “Is that what you want? Her to hate you? If so, stop now, and you’ll get your wish. But if you want her to feel the same way you do about her, then—”
Strike.
The hardest one. The hottest one.
I couldn’t tell which lash hurt the most anymore. My back was no longer criss-crossed with lines of agony but ablaze in every spot.
“Nick...please,” I begged. “Don’t listen to him. I won’t hate you. I’d never—”
Strike.
I arched my back, screaming as the fire on my skin slowly sank into my blood.
Strike.
“Christ, I’ve never been so turned on,” Nick groaned. “I’ll never forget this.”
Strike.
“Never.”
Strike.
“Goddammit, you’re beautiful, Ella.”
Strike.
“I need to be inside you so. Fucking. Bad.”
Strike.
Pain.
Everywhere.
In my bones, my blood, my breath.
Fire ripped through me with vicious teeth, scorching my veins and sinking deep between my legs.