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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SASHA

Liam rubs the smooth leather of the paddle over my ass cheeks as I adjust to the rhythmic pulsing of the plug buried between them. He snaps the paddle against my ass, peppering light swats across my backside. My skin warms at the repeated light taps, and I wistfully moan, yearning for more.

As though he can read my mind, Liam increases the intensity of the leather hitting my ass. The paddle hits my cheek with a slightly heavier thud, and a moan rattles in my chest. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he massages the nape of my neck and shoulders between swings. My senses heighten, and I am quickly overwhelmed with the pleasure and pain he’s providing.

Teetering on the brink of my release, Liam tightens his hold of my hair, and the sweet pain radiates around my scalp. He lowers his face to mine, demanding my attention. “You do not have my permission to come,” he sternly warns me. “You will not come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathlessly mutter. Clawing at the cushion beneath me, I fight desperately to quell the orgasm building at my core.

“Tell me you won’t come,” Liam commands, swinging the paddle.

It lands at the base of both my cheeks with a hard thud. A hot burn flashes across my skin, and I involuntarily clench my cheeks, tightening my already sensitive nerves around the vibrations I’m trying so desperately to ignore. “I won’t come,” I blurt so fast it sounds like a single word.

Liam drags his hand along the wetness of my entrance and darkly taunts, “Your pussy disagrees. You’re fucking soaked.”

“I won’t come, Sir.” I reaffirm my statement, trying to convince myself to believe it.

He slides his hands pleasingly along my spine as he bends over me. His hard cock presses against my ass as he lays his warm, bare chest against my back. He presses his lips just below my ear and gravelly whispers, “You’re going to take ten more for me as we count them together. Each will be harder than the last.”

“Ten.” I inhale the word.

“Be a good fucking girl and I’ll give that sweet pussy everything it wants.” Retaking his place behind me, Liam presses the warm leather against my skin.

“One,” I pant when the heat of the paddle flares over my skin. “Two… Three.”

My pussy quivers as Liam pauses to rub over my tender skin. I suck in a deep breath, and tears trickle down my cheeks, but it’s not only from the pain he’s soothing. The need to come is unbearable, and it is taking every bit of my focus to keep it at bay.

“Four… Five…” I cry out. Every strike jostles the plug, demanding that I come. My nails dig into the cushion beneath me as though I’m trying to physically cling to the release I can’t let go of yet. The paddle crashes against my upper thighs, and I grunt, “Six!”

“Fuck… This arse of yours is fucking gorgeous when it’s marbled with my beautiful crimson marks. And it squeezes so hard around that little toy.” Liam gingerly plays with the flared base of the plug. “I look forward to the day I get to bury my cock deep inside it. I can only imagine how beautifully you’ll come as I stretch you to the brink.”

My whole body begins to quiver. Every muscle in my body is fighting to betray me as Liam rests the paddle against my ass. I heave in another breath as he pulls it from me. “Seven!” I cry out my pain-fueled release as my cum rushes down my thighs.

“Did you just disobey me and fucking come?” Liam gruffs, but I can hear the tinge of pleasure in his voice. This whole scene was designed for me to fail. I was never supposed to make it to ten. Liam wanted to watch me break for him.

Gripping my arm and pulling me to my knees, Liam wraps his fingers around my throat and uses the grip to hold my back firmly to his chest. He runs his other hand across my chest, roughly palming at each of my rising breasts. Running his fingers down my stomach, he rubs firmly over my pussy and informs me, “Greedy sluts who come without permission get exactly what they deserve.”

Liam drags me from the couch and places his hands on each of my shoulders. Applying gentle pressure, he nudges me toward the floor. “Kneel.”

I hesitate, swallowing hard, with my body rigid. Trevor … And the things his friends did as they stood over me… Isaac… The things he made me do to please him… Shawn… The rice… The fucking rice…

“I dislike repeating myself,” Liam barks, startling me. “Get on your fucking knees for me.”

I drop to my knees, the thump of my fall echoing off the hardwood floor. It won’t be that bad. Just go somewhere else. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Lowering my head, I watch Liam pull himself from his tight boxer briefs. His hand glides over his rock-hard length as he walks toward me, and I open my mouth wide to give him my apology.

“You don’t get my cock yet. Not until I get to watch as you give yourself what you were so desperate for.” He slips his fingers beneath my chin and closes my mouth. “Fill your dripping cunt with your fingers, and show me what you needed so badly that you had to disobey me.”

I follow his instructions and press my middle and ring finger inside of me. He’s not like them, Sasha. He takes a seat on the couch before me and languidly strokes his cock as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. He’d never hurt you like them. My knees grind against the hardwood floor as I ride my hand for him.

I stare at the floor and find it’s bare beneath me. It’s not real, Sasha. I groan in pain, feeling the tiny grains of rice Shawn spilled burrowing into my skin.

Stay here… With Liam.

My body sits on the floor before Liam, but my thoughts drift through my dark memories until I’m surrounded by the men who tried to ruin me. Each of them waiting to use me for their depravity.