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“Look at me,” he urges. When I do, he smiles. “We love you, Eliza. We’ve got you.”

“I love you too,” I say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for communicating and allowing me to help. Ready?”

“Yes,” I say with more confidence as he wipes away my tears.

“Good girl. Dress, bra, and heels off, but leave the thong on,” he says. “Would you rather lay or stand?”

Laying would make me look flatter, but standing allows more of my body to be seen. I’d be more comfortable laying down too and then I could hide my face. “Laying,” I say.

“Okay. I will have you stand on the red tape, and one of us will help you get set up,” Calder says.

“What?” I say. “You asked…”

“Why did you want to lie down?” he interrupts.

“Because I can avoid letting people see too much of me.”

“And that is why we are going to have you stand,” Calder says.

“Calder,” I whine and stomp my foot at him. He smirks as he drags his gaze down my body.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you hadn’t done that, Kitten. Bratty little girls get punished,” Ryan says from behind me. “Do as he has instructed, please.”

“No,” I say.

“No?” Ryan asks, turning me to face him. I was confident in my defiance looking at Calder, but Ryan is different. There is not a submissive bone in this man’s body. “Let’s try this again, and ifyou disobey, I’ll bend you over that table and take a paddle to your bratty ass. If you have a problem, communicate. Acting out isn’t how you do it.”

“Tick-tock, Kitten,” Julian muses.

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. Julian chuckles and shakes his head at me, as though he knew I’d do this one day. I gasp when Ryan pushes me forward to shove me over the table and skips past the idea of a paddle. He yanks my dress up and smacks my ass so hard that the building goes quiet. I drop my head and whimper when he smacks my ass over and over until my skin is on fire and I can feel each and every handprint as though they are burned into my flesh. When he pulls me up, he grabs me by the root of my hair, and I yelp when I am suddenly jerked up to stand and pushed to the tape on the floor. All three men practically rip my dress and bra off before Calder takes my shoes off while Julian and Ryan pull my arms up above my head and restrain me, so I am on my tiptoes and practically dangling.

Ryan walks around me and pushes something into my pussy before a band is tightened around my legs so that it stays inside of me. It’s pressing against my G-spot and my clit, and I know exactly what is happening.

“Come or don’t, I don’t care. You want to play games? We will show you exactly what we are made of. Remember your safe word, because we are skipping right to the big stuff,” Ryan says. “I have full confidence in them and you. Communicate when you need to and trust they will work you up to the intense parts. Okay?”

“What are you using?” I ask quietly.

“A flogger, and then Julian will use the whip. He will come over and talk with you before he begins, though.”

“What happened to making me the student?” I ask.

“You are making it very obvious that you are seeking something intense. Starting you off small is not only doing you a disservice but also setting you up to get in trouble. Slow makes you panic, and then you act out,” he explains. “Knowing where this is headed, you are significantly calmer, so that is all the proof I need. Just remember to use your safe word. Okay?”

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome, pretty girl,” he says. “We will all three have floggers, and we will do five sets of three before Julian takes over.”

“Okay,” I sigh.

When Ryan steps away, there is no one in front of me. I am facing a wall, so I relax and let my head drop forward. The vibration starts softly inside my pussy, and I moan softly, swaying as I dangle from the restraints.

When the flogger bites my skin, the vibrations intensify, and I don’t react to any of it. The next set of three is harder, and I gasp, but that’s all they get. The pain is there, but it’s like a cloud drifting by. I am used to the pain Troy would inflict onme, so this is nothing in comparison. Each set brings forward no reaction, and the vibrations only lead to soft moans as I am nearly catatonic. The last set snaps one after another. They continue after three until they have done a combined nine before I hiss when one of them strikes across the back of my thighs with significantly more force. It disappears as quickly as it begins, and I am back into catatonia.

Julian lifts my chin, and the vibrations stop. “Where is your head?” he asks.

“Mmm. I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m at peace.”