“Wait—he knew?” I felt my stomach twisting into a knot. “When? How?”
“You don’t deserve any answers, princess. In fact, it’s time for you to shut the fuck up.” He descended on me and pushed the makeshift gag into my mouth. “The only thing I want from you right now is between your legs—now be a good girl and spread them. It’s all you’re good for at this point.”
Rourke removed the rope around my ankles and pushed my legs apart. He kicked off his pants and crawled between my thighs. There was no look of desire in his eyes—not like I used to see. He just wanted to fuck me. He shoved his cock into my pussy and started thrusting. I remembered when he used to spend all night making me come —doing it just right—until my body couldn’t take anymore. That wasn’t what I got from him—I didn’t deserve that anymore. He hammered his cock into me until I felt his release—spewing inside of me with no emotion on his face.
“At least you’re still a good fuck.” He growled and lifted up, pulling his cock free. “You’ll live until I get tired of your pussy—then I’ll let Brody do what he’s been dying to do for the last year.”
All I could do was stare at the viscous reflection looking back at me.
“Now be a good girl and turn over so Brody can fuck your ass. You might live to see the sun come up if it’s still as good as it used to be.” Rourke put on his pants, lit a cigarette, and walked out of the room.
I rolled over on my stomach and put myself in the submissive position Brody always wanted me in when he took my tightest hole. Rourke never cared much for that, but Brody definitely did. I couldn’t bottle up the desire that still flowed through my veins—that darkness they introduced me to. They taught me to crave their touch—even when it hurt. Sometimes the pain was better than the pleasure. I wished I could have the pain again—I deserved it. I even deserved the knife across my throat that appeared to be my fate when they got tired of using me to satisfy the lust that had built up inside of them while they were locked away in the cage, I put them in.
“I’m glad to see you remember how to get in position.” Brody’s voice echoed through the room. “But I’m not ready for that yet.”
Brody walked over and grabbed my ankle. He sat down and pulled me across his knee with my ass underneath his palm.
“This ain’t for you—this is for me.” He lifted his hand and brought it crashing down.
SMACK!
“I always liked watching you squirm—got me hard as a rock before I fucked your freshly spanked ass.” He chuckled and brought his hand down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I had to hold back though. I couldn’t spank you hard enough—or long enough.” His hand came down several times in rapid succession.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I kept hoping you’d fuck up—do something that would earn you a real spanking—one that would leave your ass cherry red. Now you have—and the hardest spanking in the world isn’t enough punishment.” He lifted his hand and gave me several really hard smacks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Start screaming princess—make me hard so I can enjoy this.” He growled, and I felt his hand again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I hoped that he would spank me all night—that the most brutal punishment he could lay on me would be enough to earn some semblance of forgiveness. I knew that wasn’t the case. His hand made my ass sting and he kept going until it burned. I squealed, screamed, and writhed on his knee, but I didn’t ask him to stop—not that I really could have with the gag in my mouth. I wanted to endure the punishment—I would have begged for more if I could speak. Rourke might not have felt like there was a punishment harsh enough for my betrayal, but Brody had no problem making me suffer for my sins—or at least making me suffer so he could get off.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Get on the bed—you know what position you belong in.” Brody shoved me off his knee.
Yes—Master. I nodded, wishing I could call him that—wishing I deserved to call him that.
“This won’t be gentle.” Brody crawled behind me and started pushing his cock into my ass.
I knew it wouldn’t be. I didn’t deserve gentle. He pushed his cock into my ass and started thrusting before I even had time to adjust. There was a time when I was able to take him easily because of how often he wanted it—how often I wanted them both inside me at the same time—but it had been a year—a lonely year. I hadn’t been with anyone at all, much less engaged in the kind of stuff I did when they were my Masters. His thrusts got more vigorous and he smacked my ass several times as he hammered himself into me. My ass had been spanked until it felt like there was a lit match on my flesh, but I needed more—I needed him to brutalize me—to destroy me for my betrayal. I didn’t get that. I just got his lust until he was finished and unloaded inside me.
“I guess you can sleep now.” He pulled out and slapped my ass. “Unless one of us wants more before morning.”
I pray that you do. I’ll take anything if it means I’m close to you.
Brody
Present day
“Are you even going to be able to go through with it?” I walked into the living room and spoke softly so that only Rourke could hear me. “If we have to actually kill her?”