“It’s a simple question, princess,” Big said, and wiggled the zip ties between her legs. A groan was ripped from her throat, and her hips rolled. God, that felt so good, and if he’d just keep petting her like that, this would be a no brainer.

But he wouldn’t. She knew pain would be the price to pay for her orgasm, and it scared her.

But she couldn’t say no to it, either.

She looked over at Cade, the only face she could see. He was a few feet away, leaning against the wall as he watched Big work her over. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken since she’d spit in his face, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off her once.

She wanted to see his eyes when she gave her answer. And she needed to be looking at him when she suffered the consequences.

“I don’t know anything about any diamonds,”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Big raise his hand, the white plastic ties gleaming for a moment in the harsh overhead light, then his hand fell and pain like she’d never known screamed through her body.

The first blast faded, leaving her tender, brutalized flesh throbbing, then he hit her again, and it was worse, because this time she knew what to expect. His hand fell a third time, not giving her any chance to recover after the last, and tears blurred her vision as she cried out.

But she didn’t look away from Cade.

“How come he gets to have all the fun?” Tex complained.

Cade shrugged, his eyes never leaving Olivia’s. “Tag in, if you want. I think her ass could use some attention.”

“Now we’re talking.” Tex stepped forward, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Step aside, partner. I want at that ass.”

“Figures you’d step in now I’ve got her warmed up good and proper,” Big grumbled, but he obligingly stepped aside.

“You look a little worse for wear, there, darlin’,” Tex said, unclipping her ankles from the kettlebells. She drew her legs together, wincing as her stiff muscles protested and her welted thighs flexed.

Tex chuckled at her obvious attempt to protect her battered pussy. “Don’t you worry, sugar,” he rumbled, and reached for her right wrist. “I’ll give that pretty pussy plenty of recovery time.”

“Not too much time,” Cade said, and her gaze darted back to his. “We’re running close.”

Close to what? Olivia wondered, then hissed in discomfort when Tex freed her arms. Her shoulders were stiff and sore from being stretched out, and she tried to roll them to loosen them up. But then Tex was scooping her up, and when Big adjusted the bench to lie flat, put her back down on her hands and knees.