I place the frozen mug on Raylee’s ass cheek, and a soft whimpering sound comes from her parted lips, but her eyes stay closed. “Hold that there, please,” I ask Alex, and he takes over for me.
Holding out my hand, I look at Finn. “I need your wallet.”
He pulls it out of his back pocket and hands it to me.
Then I add, “Find something to tie her down with.” Because I can’t have her fight me with what I’m about to do.
RAYLEE
“HERE, USE THIS.” I hear someone say, maybe Alex? I don’t know. I can’t hear much over the blood rushing in my ears. The room is spinning, my head pounds, and my entire body aches. I can’t come again. My body won’t be able to take it. I, at least, need to use the restroom, take a bath, and get a nap. Not in that order. But any one of those would be good right now.
My lips are numb from all the alcohol, and I can’t feel my feet either. My body won’t stop shaking. It’s out of my control at this point.
Lifting the side of my face up off the table, I look up through heavy eyes to see Jenks and Alex standing in front of me.
Alex has rope in his hands. Jenks grabs my wrists and pulls them out as far as they’ll go in front of me. Crossing my wrists, Alex takes the rope and ties it around my wrists several times, and then pulls it even tighter, making me whimper as he stretches me across the kitchen table. He kneels and secures the other end of the rope to one of the legs.
I’m stretched as far as I can go, diagonal across it. No give at all. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to yank on them, but I get nowhere. It’s too tight, and I’m too weak.
Tilting my head to the other side, I look around to see what is happening. I meet a set of brown eyes, and they are glaring at me. Nate is seated in a chair. He’s shirtless and—looks like cum is all over his body. But that can’t be right. I’m seeing things. Or hallucinating. It can happen when being choked out while fucking. I swear, I’ve seen the tunnel of light that everyone talks about before you die when Colt was fucking me one time. It was a high I’ve never been able to reach since. But I’m close to it tonight.
I try to look over my shoulder for him, but I just don’t have the strength, so I lay my head back down and close my eyes as something cold touches my ass, making me hiss in a breath.
What the hell is he doing?
“Jenks, grab her underwear. It’s in the glass on the coffee table.” Colt’s voice sounds far away.
My eyes flutter open seconds later when I feel my thong being shoved into my mouth, and Jenks is right in my face. “Bite down on that,” he tells me.
I do what he says, and I taste the scotch invading my mouth from the material. I swallow some, the rest runs out and onto the table. Something cold is on my ass cheek, making me shiver, but is quickly replaced with a hand, and I flinch. “I haven’t even gotten started.” I hear Colt say before slapping it. “Did you feel that?’
“Yeah,” I mumble through the gag. Why wouldn’t I be able to?
“Sorry, princess, but this is going to hurt,” he tells me, then I feel a burning sensation on my ass. Like something is ripping through it.
I slam my head into the table, biting down on the material to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My breath momentarily taken away by the sheer pain. My entire body tenses up, and I pull on the restraints that have me tied down to the table.
CHAPTER TEN
COLT
I STAND AND look over her ass as blood runs down her leg from the four letters I just carved into her. Bringing the razor blade to my mouth, I can’t help but run my tongue across it, licking up her blood before tossing it onto the table. Then I lean down and run my tongue along her ass, licking it clean too. “Beautiful,” I whisper.
Gripping a handful of her hair, I gently pull her face up off the table and rip the thong from her mouth. Then wrap my other hand around her jaw, tilting her head so she’s looking over her shoulder at me. I slam my lips to hers, letting her taste her own blood on my tongue along with her tears that run down her face.
She doesn’t kiss me back with as much enthusiasm as I have, but I expected that. “Good girl, princess. Good girl,” I praise, trying to calm her down.