She smiled faintly. If she’d been capable of saying anything, she’d have agreed that it had been pretty damn amazing.
Slowly he pushed himself off of her. He was careful when he withdrew not to hurt her. She was swollen and she clasped him tighter than she had before.
To her surprise, Micah was there to pick her up. He cradled her in his arms and walked back to the sofa to sit down. She snuggled into his arms as he petted and stroked her back, her arms and her legs.
He didn’t say anything. He just held her as they watched the game, and every once in a while he pressed a kiss to her hair.
After a while, he whispered, “Rest, Angel girl. We’re all hungry for you, and we’re not going to be easily satisfied.”
CHAPTER 28
A warm hand caressed her cheek, and her eyes fluttered open to see Cole standing over her. Her pulse fired and sped up, and her breathing shallowed. Micah’s hand was still resting possessively on her hip, but Cole’s eyes commanded her.
“It’s halftime. You’re up,” Cole said in a quiet voice.
He held out his hand, and she slipped her fingers into his grasp. Micah helped her from his lap, and she rose to stand in front of Cole.
To her surprise, he pulled her to him, grasped her jaw and kissed her hard and deep.
He swallowed her gasp of surprise and moved his lips forcefully over hers. At first she remained still, allowing him to take, but he wasn’t satisfied with complacency.
He tightened his grip on her jaw in a demand for response.
She opened to his advance, and his tongue slid sensuously over hers, licking, touching, probing. Tentatively she offered her tongue, sliding it over his bottom lip.
A low sound of approval rolled from his throat into her mouth. The pressure lessened on her jaw, and his fingers brushed across her cheek to her neck. Both of his hands tangled in her hair, a soft but urgent caress as he ravaged her mouth.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were bright with passion. Her lips were swollen and tingling from the roughness and the sensuality of his kiss.
She wasn’t quite sure how to react for a moment, and she looked back at Micah for some sort of read. He stared intently at her, desire and approval reflected in his dark eyes. It was that approval that gave her the courage to turn back to Cole.
It was then she realized that she’d in fact questioned Cole’s command. She lowered her head, thought better of it and then raised her gaze to meet Cole’s and whatever rebuke he might offer.
He smiled and he reached out to touch her cheek. “So expressive,” he murmured. “Your thoughts are reflected in your every expression.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re beautiful to watch, and it’s a credit to Micah that you look to him for permission. You remember well who you belong to.”
His words made her ache. More than anything she wanted to belong to Micah. Not just on a temporary basis for some sexual fantasy they played. She wanted forever.
“And now you’re sad,” Cole murmured. “Why?”
Startled, she focused back on him. Her lips trembled, and she begged him with her eyes not to pursue it any further.
His gaze softened and then he turned and pulled her to the middle of the room once more. There was an apparatus there they’d obviously brought in while she slept. It was much like the one she’d been tied to the first night she was flogged, but it was shorter. Much shorter.
Cole pushed her to her knees and motioned her forward underneath the beam.
“Arms up,” he ordered.
She raised her wrists over her head, and he wrapped the strips of leather around them, binding them together and finally to the beam. She was forced up, her knees just grazing the floor as her upper body was stretched.
Then Cole gathered her hair in his hand and threaded it between her neck and her raised arm so that it hung over her shoulder and down her front, leaving her back bare.
She heard the snap of leather, knew that Cole was working the whip in his hand. He was good. Very good. She knew it firsthand.
“I’m going to mark you, Angelina. Not just a red welt here and there. It will hurt. It will be beautiful. You can stop me, but I don’t think you will. I want to see just how far I can take you.”
She closed her eyes and shivered, her stomach clenching in nervous apprehension.
The first lash caught her unaware. It was like a blowtorch across her back. Wicked. Hot. Fierce.
She bowed her body forward, seeking escape from the cruel sensation, but almost as quickly as she did, another lash fell, and she cried out.
Oddly, the sound wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t ugly. What she thought would sound like agony, came out as a breathy sigh of intense pleasure.
Rick and Chris gathered to her right, absorbed in the display before them.
A third lash fell, and this time the cry came out garbled and choked.
And then Micah was in front of her, his hands cupping her face as he pressed his c*ck to her mouth. He tapped her jaw, a simple command for her to open to him.
He was past her lips and deep in her throat in a second. He held her in place, a prisoner, for she couldn’t rear back. The lash awaited her there. She couldn’t move forward because she couldn’t take him any deeper. She was their captive. Their pleasure.
Micah f**ked her mouth with hard, deep strokes. He pistoned in and out as if he were f**king her p**sy.
Another lash seared across her flesh, forcing her onto his erection. Micah caught her head and held himself deep, his h*ps humping forward almost spasmodically.
They fell into a rhythm. He thrust. Cole lashed. She made a choking sound around Micah’s cock, and he gripped her tighter until he was f**king her fast and furious.
“Holy shit,” Rick breathed out. “That’s f**king hot.”
“How the hell is she taking it?” Chris asked in awe.
Micah withdrew, put his hand on her forehead to tilt her head back, and then hot sem*n splashed onto her neck and slipped down her body and over her br**sts.
She sucked in air through her nose as she breathed through the fiery pain that Cole had inflicted. She didn’t dare relax, because she knew another would come.
Only when Chris shoved his way forward, his huge c*ck fisted in his hand, did Cole administer another searing lash. She arched forward just as Chris shoved his c*ck into her mouth.
Her lips stretched around the head, and her cheeks puffed outward as she sought to take him in. She was in for a rough ride. He was hard. He lacked the finesse of Micah, and it was obvious he was so turned on that he was nearly mindless in his actions.
He f**ked her mouth brutally, his groans mixing with the slap of leather and her muted cries of pain.
Amazingly, her cl*t throbbed. Her br**sts swelled, and her entire body was wound so tight that she knew she’d cli**x soon, and no one had so much as touched her p**sy.
“Take me,” Chris said hoarsely.
He tilted her head up, and he rose up on tiptoe to angle downward. She choked and coughed. He only f**ked harder.
The lashes fell, fast and furious. She twisted and undulated her body. She sucked as he powered into her throat. She wanted to come. She was frantic. She danced, her body jumping and writhing. Mindless.
When Chris ripped himself out of her mouth, she whimpered in protest. His cum coated the front of her body, just as Micah’s had. It ran in rivulets over her skin, warm, soft, evidence of their passion.
Rick angled in from the side, his hand pumping furiously at his cock. Chris was still coming when the first rope of Rick’s release landed on her breast.
“Fuck,” Rick gasped. “Fuck!”
Chris backed away, and Rick leaned forward as the last of his cum danced on her nipple and dripped to the floor.
She had no more strength in her arms. Her back was coated in fire. Her front was coated in warm, sticky sem*n.
“Your ass now, Angelina,” Cole whispered next to her ear.
Her head dipped to the side, and she closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Did he intend to f**k her ass?
She had her answer a moment later when a loud crack echoed through the room. She jerked forward and yelped in pain as the wood made contact with the globe of her ass.
Holy hell. It hurt.
Another shot and the wood landed against the opposite cheek. Burn. Pure fire. It was almost unbearable at first, before arousal bloomed. Sweet pleasure settled in like a haze.
A buzz began at the point of contact and spread outward, heated, prickling outward into a warm flush that invaded her veins like a drug. Sluggishly she processed the pain, but pleasure took over. Warm, sweet. Euphoric.
The blows landed hard. Each one was delivered with biting force. He alternated cheeks, and occasionally he’d stop and smooth his palm over her abused flesh.
His touch was nearly unbearable. It more than the wood aroused her hypersensitive skin. And then he bent low and kissed her simmering flesh.
Micah appeared in front of her, and she could barely focus on him as he untied her wrists. He helped her to her feet and then pulled her forward as two ropes fell from the ceiling. He quickly secured her wrists with the leather straps and then he motioned to Rick, who pushed a button on the wall.
The ropes began tightening as they retreated into recessed holes in the ceiling. Her arms stretched high over her head until she balanced on tiptoe.
She shivered when Micah wiped a cool rag over her br**sts, removing the sem*n from her skin. With careful motions, he cleaned her belly and then leaned forward to press his lips to hers before backing away to leave her alone again.
Cole moved in behind her, his chest flush against her aching back. He reached underneath her right leg and hiked it up at an angle. His c*ck touched her p**sy and then moved higher to her anal opening.
His lips met the curve of her neck in the gentlest of kisses as he pushed against her ass. She resisted at first, her entire body tensing. He nibbled delicately at her neck and then whispered against her ear. “Relax, Angelina. I’m not going to hurt you, baby. Let me in.”
He was achingly gentle where before with the whip he’d been hard and brutal. If he’d punished her before, now he made love to her, his hands caressing the curves of her body, sliding over her belly and up to cup her br**sts.
He thrust upward, and reflexively she tensed away again. This time Cole’s hand tangled in her hair, and he yanked down, his lips pressed against the shell of her ear.
“Don’t resist me.”
Before she could acknowledge his command, he thrust again, and this time he slipped past her resistance and plunged deep.
His hand moved down to hook under her leg again, and he held it up as he thrust into her ass. In front of her, the game had begun again, and she could hear the others, on the couch behind her.
But Cole’s attention was solely focused on her. His teeth grazed her neck, her shoulder and then he turned her face back to him so he could kiss the corner of her mouth.
After the initial thrust in which he asserted his control and his demand for her acquiescence, his thrusts gentled. He stood with her back nestled into his body, his arms wrapped protectively around her. His c*ck slid in and out of her body.
Slow. Tender. It was odd to her that they made love this way. Anal was supposed to be kinky, bold, somehow forbidden, and yet Cole made it seem so normal, a demonstration of his caring and regard for her.
She shook her head, confused by the sensations coursing through her body.
With one arm still propping her leg at an angle, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and slid his fingers down to her p**sy.
As soon as he touched her clit, she sucked in her breath and tensed as sharp bursts of pleasure streaked through her belly.
Even then, he didn’t hurry. He stroked in and out of her body with infinite patience, his every movement so gentle that her sromach clenched and her breath caught in her throat.
She quivered against him, her orgasm stoking and building, like breeze to flames.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “I want you to come for me, Angelina.”
His finger rolled around her clit, pressing and rotating in just the right mixture to drive her crazy. She wanted him to come too. It was suddenly important that she please him in the same way he pleased her.
She twisted restlessly, her n**ples beading and puckering. She went up on her toes, her feet flexing as her arms strained and pulled above her.
Then he began thrusting harder. Slow, but firmer, with more force, as if he knew she needed more to put her over.
His fingers slid lower, circling and rimming her entrance. He plunged a finger inside and then withdrew it, spreading her wetness over her folds and back up to her clit.
“Let me hear you,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
She let out a soft cry that elongated and became louder as his finger picked up speed. Pressure. So much tension. Her entire body was bowed, so tight she thought she might break.
He was pounding against her now, harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. And then he slid farther inside, deep, so deep. She gasped and fell apart, and he held himself there as he shook against her. He strained forward, pushing himself tight against her willing flesh.
Her sob echoed over the room and she fought for breath as pleasure overtook her, robbing her of sight, of her sense of time and place.