“You put yourself at risk by leaving Jax’s protection. You put all of us at risk by taking my gun. Now you’re gonna pay for it.” Water sloshed, and a few seconds later, something hard and cold pressed against my rectum. He hadn’t lubed me first. Oh God. The pressure increased, and I clenched my teeth to keep from opening my mouth.

The smooth object passed the point of burning, giving me a reprieve, and I breathed through my nose in intense relief. Soft footsteps retreated, and I sensed him watching me, his gaze burning a wave of heat over my backside. If he ran his finger up my slit, he’d find it embarrassingly wet. Shit, I might be dripping all over the floor, for all I knew, since my thighs had been forced wide open.

Whatever he’d inserted grew warm, giving me a feeling of fullness that hurt and aroused. But then the sensation amped hotter…hotter still.

It fucking scorched.

“Take it out!” I screamed, clenching my bottom, but that only made the burn intolerable.

Rafe removed his belt from a drawer, looped it in a fist…then he fucking offered it to Jax. “Unless you’d rather use your hand. Either is fine with me.”

“No! Please, Rafe—” My voice cut out on a sob.

“I’ll use my hand,” Jax said.

Rafe leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, right in my direct line of view. “He’s gonna spank you ten times, babe, and if you say another fucking word, I’ll make it double.”

Oh god, my rectum blazed—was the most intense pain I’d experienced in my life. The sting of Jax’s hand wouldn’t compare. At the thought of Jax touching me, shame as hot and as swift flushed my skin. My traitorous pussy throbbed in tandem with the agony. I couldn’t control my body, and I wanted to now, more than ever.

Pain is pleasure.

My body was whacked.

“What’d you put in there?” I demanded, despite Rafe’s gag order.

Rafe closed the distance, bent over, and swept his tongue over my cheek. “Ginger,” he said, voice raw with arousal. “If you can’t be quiet and take your punishment, I will gag you.” When he returned to his spot in front of the dresser, the bulge in his pants had grown even bigger.

“Give her twenty, whenever you’re ready,” he told Jax with a wave of his hand.

I wasn’t ready.

Jax brought his hand down, and I bit on my lip hard until I tasted blood, but I still couldn’t keep from clenching the muscles in my ass.

“Ahhh!” The more I cried out, the harder Jax spanked me.

And the wetter I became.