“C’mon, sweetheart, scream for me. Beg me to stop.”

“No,” I ground out through gritted teeth.

He struck again, and this time I let out an involuntary yelp.

“That’s better.”

Crack!

“Stop!” I clenched my thighs, and my hands fisted within the restraint of the belt. Jax caught my gaze, and I noticed his fingers curling around the chair back, knuckles turning ash-white. He licked his lips, eyes glazed over with arousal.

Rafe continued to paddle my ass, and the three of us fell into an odd sort of silence. There was no talking, and I held back any sounds of pain, or God forbid, pleasure. Only the smack of thick wood to skin echoed through the room.

I drifted into a space outside myself as Rafe increased the pressure of the strikes. After about thirty, he set the paddle down on the table, his breathing coming fast and hard. I sensed him moving closer, heard a zipper lower, and I tightened my already clenched muscles.

“Spread your legs.”

Hands forming fists, I let my head drop to the table as I parted my thighs. Mortification burned my cheeks again, hotter than before because he was about to fuck me in front of his friend. Even worse, they were about to learn the truth about me.

His hands fell to my hips, and he entered me with a single, forceful plunge. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He laughed, thrusting so hard, he pushed me higher onto the table until my feet left the floor. “I would’ve never guessed. You get off on this shit, don’t you?”

A tear leaked out, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m sorry,” I said with a moan.

“Are you apologizing because you get off on pain and humiliation, or are you apologizing for something else?”

“I’m just…sorry.” Sorry for being the way I was because my fucked up nature was at the root of why he’d gone to prison. I was sorry for so much.

He slowed the pace, his cock sliding in and out with gentle rhythm. I scratched my nails on the surface of the table and moaned.

Jax let out a moan too. I lifted my head as he reached for his zipper. His head fell back, hooded eyes watching me as his hand pumped in his lap.

Rafe’s shallow thrusts tormented me, rubbing in just the right spot. My need dripped down my thighs, seeping from my body in a gentle pull that made me grind my teeth. I abused the air with deep, throaty cries.

“I need to come,” I begged.

“No, you’re not getting off. If you do, I’ll choke you again.”

I gasped. “I can’t hold back!”