Stubborn woman is daring us now. The pain in her calf must be excruciating. The switches will be a good distraction.
“You thought you could survive without us, Lass. But now you know, and you will feel it.”
Pain is the language we speak here. And she will be fluent by the time we’re done.
I pause in front of her, leering as I lower my switch, placing the tip beneath her chin, summoning her gaze. It’s feral. And I’m reminded of the words she spoke after I’d left my teeth marks all over her skin. Another night of mud and violence.
“Maybe I’m even crazier than you.”
Aye, that she is!
My brothers circle her, taking their places on each side of her. I’m claiming those gorgeous tits.
“We told ye, didn’t we?” I croon, lifting her chin even higher, briefly glancing at those plump tits, rosy nipples stiff and hard in the cold. “You don’t get to leave. You’re ours. Ours to break. Ours to build. And now? Ours to mark, bruise, or bleed if that is what it takes to remind you.”
And a whole lot of orgasms. Lows and highs. We may be sadists, but we still give her what she wants, not just what she needs.
Arching her neck, she narrows her attention and declares through the gag, “Bring it, Red.”
My smirk turns into a grin. The rain drums harder, the storm crashing all around us as I lift the switch.
And bring it down in a solid strike to her left breast. She lurches, hands clenching into fists, her body moving slightly in its suspension hold. I crouch, admiring the red stripe blooming on the white swell of her flesh. I swing again, targeting her right one and hitting her hard, pink bud. She tips her head back, hissing to the wind.
My lovely lumberjack swings his this time, snapping the switch against her back. Shocked by the sudden pain, a cry finally escapes her throat.
Vincent lands the next blow along her right arm. The left one got the arrow graze.
We start to synchronize our blows, finding our own sick and twisted rhythm of lashing her. Love all the pretty red marks. Love how she swings and bounces whenever she writhes. Only a few bruises because we have other plans for her markings.
“Ye should’ve seen yourself.” I drag the switch down her belly and to the slight curls on her mound until I snap the tip against her clit.
She moans, tipping her head back as I rub the thick branch backward and forward, tormenting that fleshy bud.
She’s gasping through her nose now. We’re teasing her now, scraping those switches in the lightest touches along her skin.
“In the mud after the arrow pierced your flesh,” I tell her, snapping the branch against her pussy. “Snarlin’ at us like a cornered beast, spittin’ curses like spells. ‘Rot in hell’, you said. And bloody Christ, I’ve been hard for you since that moment. There’s nothin’ in this world or the next like you. Not some pretty thing meant for ballrooms and pearls. No…”
I can tell the difference between tears and rain. Her eyes are watery as she gazes back at me, her lips parted in what I sense is surprise. Awe, even. No, she’s not used to this side of me. Hell, I’m not either. No one is. Even Vincent and Seth have paused with their branches, keen on my every word.
Out of the corner of my eye, Raphael stands nearby with his detached body language. But I can tell that subtle tug of his lips.
My beast still needs to feed. But for the first time, I care about my meal, want to savor the process of dressing it. Our teeth marks will clothe her tonight. These moments? They’ll last forever.
Gripping her jaw, summoning her, I nip her earlobe and speak in a dark voice, almost too low for my brothers to hear. “Ye, Briella, are like a broken fae left behind by the old gods. A fallen angel crawl’d out of the dirt, wings torn, teeth bared, claws primed. And every bit o’ pain you wear makes you more beautiful. Ye weren’t made to bow, mi’Lass. Ye were made to bleed and rise again. And fuck if I don’t wanna be the one to break and worship you in the same breath.”
I smile down at her. A genuine smile.
She holds me in her gaze. Smiles back. And whispers, “Rory.”
Ahh, bloody hell. I chuck the switch away, peel the wet strands from her face, and remove the gag before crushing my mouth to hers.
46
Briella
“WHOEVER WINS GETS FREE REIN OVER MY TITS FOR A WHOLE WEEK.”
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