Page 12 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

Cole

“My turn….”

Despite the pain I’m in, I’m practically ready to burst after watching both Jax and Hawk’s punishments being dealt to Aly. With the help of both of them, I’m ready to dish out one of my own.

It might seem strange, punishing her for saving me, for saving us, but this isn’t the first time she’s acted against our wishes.

Last year, she nearly got herself killed when she defied us and snuck out to find Jax.

In the military, deviation can lead to devastation.

She knows this. We’ve reiterated this very concept to her multiple times over the past months.

Yet still, she acts of her own volition.

Granted, in every case, she’s done it, not for herself, but for one of us.

The first time was last year, only a month or so after we first met Aly.

Jax had unknowingly assaulted her when he was under the spell of a nightmare, and immediately ostracized himself from the group for doing so, leaving us and everything else behind for the solitude the cabin at the southern end of the lake provided.

Afterward, and regardless of the circumstances, Aly cared about his well-being enough to put herself in danger, braving a solo trek to find Jax’s bug-out bungalow with only limited details as to its whereabouts, as well as a fuck-ton of perseverance to guide her.

Oh, and her trusty baseball bat. May she rest in peace.

This time, she did it to save all of us.

To save me . I can’t be mad at her for it.

And let’s face it, these aren’t exactly punishments in the strictest frame of the word.

I see her, panting on the ground, writhing at Hawk’s feet.

Her hair and face are a beautiful mess as her chest rises and falls with quick breaths.

Combine that with the red flush covering every inch of her naked flesh and I have all the evidence I need.

She’s aroused.

Painfully so.

I’d say mission accomplished, boys.

She subconsciously tries to move her hands to her pussy, again, but I stop her before she goes too far. “Don’t even think about it. We’ve just begun and, after all, that’s our job.” She withdraws her hand and whimpers at the lack of contact where she needs it most.

All in good time, gorgeous.

While I can move, it’s not that easy. Not with my ankle being busted up to shit.

So I keep seated within the nest of cushions strategically placed on the floor of the living room.

Even at this distance, however, my view is unobscured, and I can see her quivering body perfectly.

This will definitely do for what I have planned for us.

Aly looks past Hawk to where I’m sitting, a question in her eyes as she waits for my instruction.

She’s been trained in this type of scenario, prepared through numerous in-depth conversations and scenes for this exact dynamic.

It’s definitely not the first time Aly and I have dabbled in domination and submission, but it is a first for her and Hawk.

Without knowing what each of their consenting flags are—what Aly is up for as well as what Hawk is willing to try—this could have ended badly, but, as Jax always says, ‘Proper planning prevents poor performance.’ The limits and restrictions we’ve gone over in the past few months have successfully acted as a guide, easing both of them into a scene like this.

Not to mention, Aly is able to control the situation if it gets too much by calling out her safe-words.

Which she didn’t use once...

I take a quick look at Hawk and see that he’s thoroughly satisfied with his dominant role, ready to pounce on Aly like she’s a Grade-A piece of meat and he’s the starved lion in the wild.

I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised to see his entire demeanor has changed from his usual, fun-loving personality to that of a commanding predator, adapting to the scene flawlessly.

Fucking hell, with all the pent-up testosterone flooding the place, we’re going to tear her up, and I guarantee she’s going to love every second of it. Because she comes first. Always comes first.

But not yet.

“Aly…,” I call to her. She lifts herself up from her crouched position, rising back onto her knees on the floor, waiting.

“All fours… Now, crawl to me. Make that beautiful ass sway.” She visibly shakes—the endorphins taking over—but does as she’s told, sticking her ass up high in the air and crawling for us like the hellcat she is.

“Fuck me, if that isn’t a gorgeous sight,” Jax mutters. He has yet to lose his boxer briefs, still damp from being in the tub earlier, and is strangling his dick through the fabric. Between him going down on her, then watching Hawk absolutely destroy her throat, he’s got to be on edge.

“You motherfucker…,” Hawk groans in awe as he watches her naked ass crawl away from him.

“How do you always know just what to do? Holy fuck, that’s hot.

” I’m positive he has an amazing view right now.

I can imagine her glistening pussy on display just for him, the undeniable proof that she loved every single second of his punishment .

But the eyes she’s giving me, as well as her breasts, swaying with the rhythm of her seduction, make my view absolutely perfect.

She crawls the entire way on her hands and knees and then, when she reaches me, sits back on her ankles, poised and ready for me to direct. “That’s a good fucking girl,” I growl out, raising my hand to caress her cheek and jaw. She leans into my touch, a small gasp escaping her lips at my praise.

I tilt my head, looking deeply into her eyes while speaking softly, meaningfully, “You deliberately disobeyed orders. You could have gotten yourself hurt, killed, or worse.” She trembles before me, her adrenaline surging through her body as she waits on bated breath for my disciplinary action.

Time to finish this.

“But you saved me. Us. If you didn’t do what you did, we would probably all be dead.

I accept the courage behind your actions, and understand not every situation is ideal.

We all know not every order can be adhered to completely.

Definitely not when the circumstances are changing every second.

You analyzed, deviated, and acted… appropriately .

For that, I’m forever grateful.” Her jaw drops.

She was probably expecting to get scolded again, but we’ve done enough of that.

I believe she’s finally comprehending our justification for being upset.

But now it’s time to reward her for her bravery.

I turn my head to where both Jax and Hawk are now sitting on either side of me, their faces giving away how intrigued they are at my change of pace.

This was supposed to be strictly punishments, in the plainest sense of the word, from each of us.

Three of them in total. Jax’s spankings and edging.

Hawk’s rough face fuck, also with orgasm denial.

But mine? Mine might just be the worst. She’ll beg me to stop before I’m done giving her what I think she deserves.

I feel a devious smirk crawl up my face. All the delicious torture I have in mind coming to the forefront of my brain, just waiting to be executed.

To all of them...

“You’ve been punished by both Hawk and Jax.”

She visibly gulps, waiting for the hammer to fall, but she has absolutely no idea what she’s in for.

“Now… are you ready for your reward?”