The expression on my face as I struggled to keep my mouth shut must have been truly comical, because both Manson and Lucas laughed at me. The octaves of their voices in unison made my stomach do a backflip as Lucas reached around Manson’s waist and unbuckled his belt. He brought his face close to Manson’s neck as he did, his nose tracing along his flesh until he reached Manson’s ear and nipped, teeth flashing in a sudden, spontaneous bite.

Manson gave me a cocksure grin as Lucas slid the belt free. The two of them made brief eye contact, something unspoken passing between them as Lucas looped the belt around my throat. It squeezed me, not enough to stifle my breathing but more than enough to lock me into the position.

“Sounds like we’re forcing you, then,” Lucas said. He gave the belt a tug, keeping my head up as Manson unbuttoned his jeans. He took his time, unhurried. He was too calm, too perfectly in control of this situation, while I was swiftly losing any semblance of calm.

Vincent’s spanking forced a cry from my mouth, and I stomped my feet, puffing desperately.

“That fucking hurts!” I choked out the words, which trembled like I was on the verge of tears. God, crying would feel good. It was so hard to hold back. As much as the spanking itself hurt, trying to force myself to be calm and brave hurt too. I was gripped by the constant sense of fighting a losing battle, backsliding into complete debasement with nothing I could do to stop it.

“Aww, it hurts?” Vincent clawed his nails down my ass again as Lucas tightened the belt, holding me in place. “Funny, because it looks to me like you’ve got a wet spot on your panties, Jess. I can’t imagine it hurts that bad.”

I snapped my legs together, but it was too late. They’d already seen it and shame wrapped around me, searing over my face. It was hardly a secret that pain turned me on; they already knew that. But it didn’t make having my reaction pointed out any easier.

Manson pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang free, bouncing in front of my face. Fuck, even in one of the worst positions of my life, he looked so damn good. His head was swollen, his shaft lined with blue veins that were tight against his pale skin.

He leaned down, and for a brief moment, his voice softened. “Still want the consequences, Jess?”

My stomach roiled, but I determinedly nodded my head. “Yes.”