Chapters (30)
- Table of Contents
- Books by Hannah Murray
- Title Page
- Legal Page
- Book Description
- Dedication
- Content Warning
- Trademark Acknowledgements
- Epigraph
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Author’s Note
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They reattached her wrist and ankles to the legs of the narrow bench, Big’s hand on her back to hold her down while they worked. Then he sat down in front of her, powerful thighs straddling the bench. She tried to lean back, wanting as much distance as possible between them, then let out a short scream when he hooked a finger in the chain dangling from her nipple clamps and yanked.
“Get down here,” he ordered, and pulled again. She went hard to her elbows, but he kept pulling, forcing her down so her face and shoulders rested on the bench. When her cheek was plastered to the vinyl, he released the tension on the chain and shifted his grip to the back of her neck.
“All ready for you, pal,” Big announced.
“Thanks, buddy,” Tex said cheerfully, and Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin when a broad hand stroked over her upturned rump.
“This is a nice ass,” he said admiringly, squeezing both cheeks hard. “You had her here yet?”
“Once,” Cade said, and her mind flashed on the morning when he’d surprised her in the kitchen, riding her down to the floor and fucking her ass with his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. “It’s good ass.”
“Looks like it.” He squeezed again, then brought his hands down simultaneously in a hard spank that echoed in the unfurnished space. “Before I fuck it, though, I’m gonna give it some color.”
Olivia closed her eyes and tried to breathe, forcing her muscles to relax and her thoughts to clear. The fear was there, like an oily film over her mind, but Cade was watching. Cade would keep her safe.
It was her last thought before the paddle fell, then she couldn’t think at all.
Cade wanted to get his hands on her so bad he could taste it. Nick had been working her ass for several minutes with his hands and the leather paddle, and both cheeks were glowing bright red. She’d gone from startled yelps to long, liquid moans every time he made contact, and instead of jerking forward to try to avoid the blows, her hips were now rolling back into them.
He glanced at Jack, straddling the bench in front of her. With her head down she wasn’t able to see him, and he’d pushed back his mask. Sub space, he mouthed, and Cade nodded. It was time to head for the finale, then he’d need to see about getting some food and water into his girl.
He waved a hand to get Nick’s attention, and gave him the wind-it-up signal. Nick nodded, and while he peppered Olivia’s tenderized ass with a series of harsh blows, Cade strode over to crouch at Olivia’s head.