Page 130 of Cold-Blooded Creatures

I handed him my well-worn leather belt and crawled over to her vehemently struggling to spit the hair out of her mouth and swear at Gedeon at the same time.

“You moving will not do.” He harshly slapped her ass, and I couldfeelthe imprint it should have left from how loud the smack echoed.

Jerking, she reached to cover her backside. “You fu?—”

“Where are they?” Gedeon asked me, ignoring the flood of profanities she directed at both of us. “I need one with clips.”

“I’ll get it.” I jumped off the bed and rummaged in the bottom drawer of my dresser, the piece of furniture holding much more than just my clothing. “Here.” I passed him one end of the long chain, a large clip dangling off it, and he fastened it to the belt restraining Kali.

I climbed on top of the stool I used specifically for this purpose and threaded the chain through one of the hooks installed on the ceiling. One tug on the loose end, and it lifted her arms behind her back, pulling on her shoulders enough to cause discomfort but not outright pain and pushing her front into the mattress. I secured the smaller clip at my end of the chain to one of the chain links to lock her place.

“I did as you told me!” The sheets muffled her shouting, her upper body rendered completely immobile as any tiny movement stretched her tendons. “Gedeon.” She spat out his name as a swear word.

“Do not lie to me.” He hauled my t-shirt over her naked ass and gestured to the bed. “Do you need a lesson as well, or will you obey?”

His question ripped a groan out of me. I clambered back onto the bed, not caring how awkward it had to look with my buckling knees at how his cold tone affected me.

“I’m going to spank you, and you will count.” Gedeon doubled my belt and snapped it. “Ten should be a sufficient number for this transgression.”

“I’m not counting anything,” she scoffed.

“I’d do as he says.” I shifted on the mattress. “Or he will make it worse.”

Gods, how I wanted to be bent over the footboard beside her. The satisfaction pain could bring. She knew that. Craved it. Just like me. Dashing it out, receiving it; I could find pleasure in both.

“I thought we’d made a deal to whip him, not me!” She glowered at me as I held her head up so she could breathe freely for a few precious moments.

Gedeon used my belt to caress her lower back. “Say ‘stop’ if you want this to end. I want you to enjoy our play, not suffer through it.”

She blew her hair away from her face, pointedly disregarding his request. “I will kill him.”

I tucked the drool-soaked strands behind her ears. “It’s important. Will you remember the safe word if this ceases feeling good?

“Yes,” she murmured, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks. “But what if I say ‘stop,’ but I don’t want you to?”

I pondered for a minute. “What about ‘hell’?” I asked Gedeon.

He nodded. “It will work. I need your confirmation, Kali. What do you say if you need a break or wish to put an end to this?”

“Hell.” She gulped, but repeated, “I say ‘hell.’”

“Good girl.” Gedeon struck her backside, and my core twitched as she yelped. “This was a warning. You are going to count to ten. If you stop, I will start all over. Do you understand?”

“Fine, yes, I understand,” she ground out.

Sitting on my heels before her, I pulled the zipper of my jeans down to free myself. “Spit.”

Confusion knitted her eyebrows, but she dribbled saliva onto my palm.

“Now watch me while you count.” I leisurely stroked myself up and down, coating myself in her essence, the fluid as arousing as a person's blood, both serving as signs of life.

When he landed another strike, her back arched, chin pressing into the mattress as she locked her gaze on me. “One,” she obediently stated.

Her eyes fluttered with the next hit, and my abdomen contracted. The silver of my chains on her, my belt in Gedeon’s hands reddening her skin, her objections, and Gedeon’s gravelly voice…

I squeezed myself harder, twisting around the tip and marveling at Kali taking her punishment. With each whip, her breathing grew heavier, her eyelids droopier, and her cries louder.

Gedeon whacked her upper thighs, and she mumbled, “Six.”