“Does it hurt, beautiful girl?”
I try to relax into the strikes, but he’s started playing his fingers along my still-smarting back. The sensation is too much. My thoughts scatter like marbles. “Yes. Is that what you want to hear? Yes, you asshole, it hurts.”
He squeezes my ass, right on the spot where the last strike fell. I cry out and writhe, but I can’t begin to say if it’s to get away from his touch or press closer. “I suppose that’s enough for now.”
I frown behind the blindfold. Things feel hazy and indistinct, and I can’t quite focus. “That’s enough?”
“Mmmm.” Another squeeze, and he trails his fingers down to cup my pussy. “Drenched. Tell me a truth, and I’ll reward you.”
I can’t keep up with his jumps in conversation. I don’t know if I’m supposed to, but it’s impossible to stay focused with him touching me like that while my entire body is lit up with remembered pain and pleasure. “Yes?”
His clever fingers barely brush my clit. “Did you pick your safe word with me in mind?”
Some distant part of me demands I lie. I have every intention of following through on it, but when I open my mouth, the truth spills free. “Yes,” I breathe.
His touch stills and I could almost swear that his hand shakes a little as he guides me carefully back to my feet. His thighs bracket me in, steadying me as much as his hands on my hips. “Scream if you must.”
It’s the only warning I get before he releases the first nipple clamp. Blood rushes back into the denied space, and the pain bows my back and draws a whimper from my lips. Then Hook’s mouth is there, his tongue soothing and tormenting in turn. The pain barely fades when he repeats the process with my other nipple.
“One last question before we continue.”
Each Dom has their own style. I’ve mostly seen Hook work from a distance, have only heard the reports from the other subs he’s scened with after the fact, so I’m honestly a little surprised at how verbal he is. I probably shouldn’t be. He always had a mouth on him, same as me. I lick my lips. “Okay.”
“How many cocks do you want tonight?”
One sentence to strip away the last of my barriers. I open my mouth, but a whimper escapes instead of words. Hook strokes my hips, a touch that might soothe if it wasn’t so full of promise. When I don’t immediately answer, he leans in until his breath brushes my lips. “I’ll give you a hint, Tink. The number can be between zero and three.” He chuckles. “If you want more than three, we’ll see what we can do.”
“Three.” The answer bursts forth with all the grace of a belly flop. “I want three.”
“Greedy girl.” He brushes a kiss across my lips. “Do you trust me?”
No. Not even nearly out of my mind in the middle of a scene. “With my body.”
The barest hesitation. “That will have to do.”
Chapter 10
Tink
Several minutes later, Hook moves me to the bed to straddle a man. Gaeton. I’d recognize those thick thighs anywhere. His rumbling laugh only confirms it. “A shame you can’t see the show, Tink.”
“Another time,” Hook says before I can speak.
For the first time in a very long time, I don’t know what to say. It’s just as well that I don’t have to say anything. I’m not the one running this show. Hook is. And it’s his hand that brushes my thighs as he fists Gaeton’s cock, as he rolls a condom onto it, and his grip on my hip that guides me down. I know it’s Gaeton filling me almost uncomfortably full, but tonight he’s not in charge any more than the others are. His cock, his mouth, his everything is an extension of Hook’s will.
Hook’s will includes giving me three cocks on my wedding night.
I might love him if I didn’t hate him so much.
I shift, trying to adjust to Gaeton’s size, and Hook’s fingers find my clit. “Relax.”
Relax. As if that’s even remotely in the cards right now. My earlier denied orgasm teases me in time with the pad of his finger circling. I shift, but that only has Gaeton rubbing deliciously inside me. “Fuck.”
“Such a mouth on you.” Another chuckle. “Lean forward and brace your hands on Gaeton’s chest.”
Gaeton helps me along, pressing my hands where Hook instructs. He’s tall enough that the position has me stretched out over him. Hook smooths a hand down my spine, stopping at the small of my back.
Feminine hands squeeze my ass, spreading me. I tense before I can stop myself. Malone’s low laugh joins Hook’s. “Are you sure this is a present to your wife, rather than us? I’m feeling rather fortunate at the moment.”
Wife.
The word brands me more than any action any of the people in this room could take. Nothing they do to me can match that Hook has fundamentally changed my role. That I let him.