Page 72 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

thirty-three

“ S ix,” I gasp between sobs.

My ass stings, my throat is sore, and my arms are falling asleep. The only thing sobbing harder than me is my cunt, because the arousal from all this stimulation is building to impossible heights, wreaking irrevocable havoc on my psyche and forcing me into a sex-hazed delirium—minus the actual sex.

Trevor’s hands are huge and cover a lot of surface area as he claps my cheeks.

They jiggle from the impact, which would normally make me feel self-conscious, but Trevor and Lucien’s simultaneous groans of pleasure erase whatever self-deprecation my mind can conjure.

It hurts like hell, but then there’s the feel of his palms soothing over the stinging marks or sometimes his tongue—licking like a remorseful puppy licking his owner’s wounds.

He’s sticking to the side of my ass that’s not bleeding, always the gentleman.

I don’t hate him like I thought I would, I’m grateful. But gratefulness doesn’t negate what I’m really after and it’s not the captain’s cock that’s evading me.

I hiss when Trevor strikes again, groaning as I attempt to breathe through it. Each slap is repeated on my right ass cheek. In the same spot. Over and over again. The pain is building, but so is the orgasm.

“Why didn’t you just punish me yourself?” I grit, unable to hold back my lashing tongue any longer. “Why make your captain do it?”

Keeping to his word, the smile hasn’t left Lucien’s face.

My anger doesn’t faze him in the slightest. My tears only turn him on, and my screams make his cock harder.

He really is a painful fucker. The wound in my chest is still bleeding a little, I think, but it could be sweat.

I’m wet all over, sticky and quite possibly bleeding, and yet . . . I’ve never felt better.

I’ve been sweaty and bloody before, practicing drills until my feet bled, practicing my spins and jumps until my muscles were so sore they gave out, but this is different. This feels like my every doubt, fall, injury, loss was worth it. That all my hard work is paying off.

Figure skating didn’t pay off in the end, but Lucien pays with interest.

Even if he is evil for putting me through this. I’m grateful for him too.

“You don’t want me to punish you, Princess. I hit way harder than the captain, isn’t that right, pup?”

I crane my head back at Trevor who’s shaking his head, warning me not to do it, but this time I don’t listen.

Facing Lucien again, I don’t take my eyes off him.

“I can take it,” I say.

He stares back for a moment, contemplative. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I saw a glint of worry in his eyes.

“Fine. Don’t forget to count,” he states.

After switching places, Trevor now sits below me, and I smirk because I really wanted to suck his dick, but that smirk falls after the first strike, right beneath my ass cheeks where my ass and thigh meet.

It’s a strategic location, one that’ll have me feeling the sting of Lucien’s hand long after we’re done.

I’m inclined to believe it would hurt less if he’d just taken his belt to my ass instead.

My screams are garbled around Trevor’s dick, but I lick and suck him anyway, soothing him.

His hands are tentative in my hair, less pulling, more petting.

He looks to be in agony, but his mouth opens on a silent moan when I peer up at him through my lashes, sucking him deeper and swirling my tongue around his thick head.

He’s shaped differently than Lucien and he’s obviously missing the three rings sticking out of his cock, but I groan when I feel him slide against the roof of my mouth, the taste of precum slipping from his tip.

“Eight,” I whisper, my throat practically rubbed raw at this point.

The next strike is to the top of my ass where it meets my back. It hurts so fucking bad, I almost run from him even as Trevor slips his cock back in my mouth. I suck Trevor in, screaming around his length as Lucien drags me back into position.

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re breaking the rules, Princess. No running away, remember?” Lucien teases.

I pop off with a slur and Trevor groans.

“Okay, okay,” my voice shakes. “Nine.”

“Aww, where’s all that bravado now? You wanted this, remember? Wanted me to fuck you so bad.”

His finger runs down my wet pussy and I shiver.

“I’m s-sorry,” I cry, but it’s not enough for Lucien.

“I don’t want your apologies, Princess. I want your screams. Now, last one, Sydney. Make it good.”

I nod, trying to not think about the pain radiating from my entire backside.

The last strike sends us all over the edge when Lucien brings his hand down right over my pussy, the reverberations so strong I come on the spot, gagging and sucking on Trevor so hard he comes down my throat in salted spurts that fill me faster than I can swallow.

It spills from the sides of my lips and Trevor moans as he buries himself deeper and deeper down my throat.

Lucien uses the opportunity to tease me further, raking the tip of his dick over my hole as I orgasm, releasing his cum all over my pussy.

He even pushes in slightly to get some inside me.

I scream from the pressure and teasing, coming even harder after he does.

“Fuck, you guys are wild,” Trevor huffs, releasing from my throat almost cross-eyed from the pleasure.

“Get over here, Trevor,” Lucien barks. Trevor doesn’t object. Lucien reaches for a small bottle from the nightstand, uncaps it, and squeezes the clear liquid all over his dick.

“I’m not done,” he growls.

I’m so sore and spent, it takes me a while to turn over, but without Trevor or Lucien to hold me in place, I’m able to crawl back up the bed and untwist my body to face them.

My arms are still bound, and my ass hurts so bad I can only really bear laying on my side, but it still affords me the glorious view of Lucien holding Trevor’s head down and pumping into his ass hard enough that Trevor’s eyes are rolling back.

Lucien is vicious in his thrusts, but there’s a smoothness to his long, deep strokes that makes him look ethereal.

The deep roll of his hips as he penetrates Trevor’s ass looks so delicious that it’s like I can feel him in me too.

Trevor looks up at me, smirking and biting his lip.

His green eyes hold me in place, relaying how it feels to have Lucien inside him.

We share a deep and visceral understanding as he grips onto my ankles, letting me feel the vibrations and thrust through him as Lucien pounds into him.

I whimper just from watching them and Lucien’s ears perk at the sound.

“This is what you want, right? For me to fuck you just like this?” he asks.

I nod my head enthusiastically because yes, yes, a thousand times, yes.

“Fuck, Lucien, that feels good,” Trevor groans.

“You see, Trevor loves it. He can tap out anytime he needs to, but he’s my good fucking boy and he’s not going to, are you, pup?”

“Never,” Trevor moans. “Fuck, I’m going to come again.”

I wouldn’t tap out either, but I can see how Lucien’s method of fucking isn’t for everyone. Certainly not for girls like Tiffany and Regina. Or even the girls or guys I know back home.

Everyone I know would be offended at the way Lucien degrades.

They’d call bloody murder at the pain he inflicts.

They’d call the cops for pulling a knife on them and using it to cut them as they orgasm.

But that’s just the way he is, and it works for those it works with and doesn’t for everyone else.

Not everyone can fuck a monster like Lucien, but I can, and I will.

“I’m definitely going to fuck your ass first, so prepare for that eventuality.” Lucien smirks and I grin back. I don’t care how he fucks me, so long as he does.

“Come closer,” I plead, wanting to feel them release, to feel a part of the moment they break.

Lucien releases his hold on Trevor, and he scoots closer up the bed to straddle me while Lucien re-enters Trevor.

Trevor moves to release my arm restraints, and I wrap my freed limbs around his shoulders.

I kiss him, holding Trevor as Lucien continues his thrusts.

I swallow Trevor’s moans, feeling the jolt of euphoria when Lucien hits a particular spot.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he chants, face burrowed into my neck as I hold him and his cum sprays all over my stomach.

His abs contract against mine, and I feel the release of tension in his body as he lets go.

Lucien’s stare on me is just as palpable, like hot lava as we gaze into each other’s eyes and he empties every drop he has inside his captain’s ass.

I smile when they both collapse onto me, all of us heaving exhausted breaths.

Chuckling, I ask, “You okay, Captain?”

Trevor’s green eyes shift over to look up at me with those amazing dimples. “I should be asking you that. How’s your ass?”

I laugh. “Sore!” But then with a more serious expression I look at them both.

“I’ve never felt better.”