Cade rolled his eyes, pleased with the way Olivia shrank back against his adjustable weight bench when Jack stepped forward, tapping the small paddle against his palm. The slap of leather hitting the glove was loud, almost as loud as the hitch in Olivia’s breathing.

“All right, sugar, let’s get started,” Jack said, and Cade heard the delight under the guttural words.

Olivia heard it too, and lifted her chin in a show of bravado that was belied by the quiver in her lip. “Don’t touch me.”

“I don’t think you quite understand the nature of your predicament, baby doll,” Jack drawled. He leaned forward, pushing his face into hers, forcing her to turn her head to avoid contact. He grasped her chin and yanked her around so they were nose to nose.

Her eyes darted past Jack to skim over Nick, finally landing on Cade. He met the naked plea in their green-gold depths with a shrug. Sorry, baby, out of my hands.

“Look at me, bitch,” Jack ground out, and Olivia’s eyes jerked back to his. He lifted the paddle and skimmed it over her cheek, pressing harder when she flinched. “You’re not in charge here.”

He dropped his hand from her chin and leaned back. With the paddle still pressed to her cheek, he slapped the inside of her right breast with his open hand.

She let out a choked cry as her breast bounced, and he smacked the left breast before the echo of the first hit had fully faded. Twin marks bloomed almost immediately, bright red against her pale golden skin. Her nipples, already puckered tight in the cool basement air, drew even tighter, and Cade couldn’t be sure, but he thought her pussy got just a little bit wetter.

“She marks up nice,” Nick noted, and stepped forward. He stopped when he was a few feet away. “Do it again.”

Jack obliged, slapping the outsides of her breasts this time so his handprints circled the soft globes.

“I like that,” Nick said, and reached out to trail a gloved finger across the marks. “Nice and warm.”

Jack grunted. “Get behind her and work her nipples for me, will you? I want to make sure these clamps aren’t going to fall off.”

“Sure thing, buddy,” Nick said cheerfully, and ducked under her outstretched right arm to come up behind her.

“Don’t,” she gasped, jerking uselessly as Nick reached around her body. His big hands covered her breasts and squeezed, hard enough to have her flesh spilling through his fingers. Cade kept his eyes on her face, watching carefully as Nick began a harsh massage to bring more blood to the surface—and intensify sensation.