The next spank had my teeth digging further into my lip because this was a punishment. It was supposed to be a deterrent for breaking the rules. But at this exact moment, my brain was having a difficult time remembering why I wouldn’t want this.
“Two.”
Three more slaps, one after another, lower on my legs, where my ass met my thighs. They hurt a bit more, but no amount of struggling allowed me to move. My body wanted to writhe and wriggle out the pain. They made it so I could do nothing but take it.
A swooping sensation dropped through me. Like vertigo or something stronger. It swept all my fight away and replaced it with warmth.
“Three, four, five.”
Logan stroked my skin again, soothing away the sting. “Color?”
“Green.”
Was that my voice? It sounded like I was panting.
Bastian squeezed my wrists where he held them, and I flushed. Something about being sowatchedmade everything worse and better and I felt a little out of my mind in the best way. No wonder they said this was an altered state. I felt a bit high, and we’d barely started.
“I’m not going to stop now,” Logan said. “It might hurt more, but it will be over sooner.”
I don’t want it to be over.
The words stuck on my tongue and never made it past my lips. All I could do was nod.
A ragged gasp escaped as his hand met my skin. And again. And again. Brooks counted, but I wasn’t listening. I was lost in the sparkles of pain that morphed into heat I couldn’t fight. It did hurt. I did cry out in shock, surprise, and a little pain, but I also felt so fuckingfree.
Like I was falling through nothing but there was no danger. No fear.
“Nineteen,” Brooks said, “and twenty.”
Logan smoothed his hands over my skin together. It made the skin ache at the same time it gave me chills.
The distinctive sound of high heels clicking on the floor approached. Bastian released my wrists, and I had to fight everything not to tell him to come back or reach for him. I already missed the feeling. The other hands disappeared from my legs, leaving me with a hollow sense of loss I couldn’t explain.
Amber came around the crate and crouched in front of me. She smiled and looked me over, assessing to make sure I was okay. It hadn’t been that long. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes—maybe even less because my brain felt like taffy—but it felt like hours in my head. “How do you feel, Trinity?”
“I feel floaty,” I whispered. “Is that bad?”
She laughed quietly. “Do you like it?” I nodded. “Then it’s not bad. In fact, it’s very good. Thank you for following our rules even though you were nervous. Would you like to stay with them?”
I want to make you come on my tongue. With my fingers. As much as I’m sure I’ll crave more the second my hand meets your skin.
The thought of saying no was now laughable. I wanted it so much, and the more he talked about. Even in this state, I recognized I wasn’t quite sober, but I’d already said yes, and I would take what they would give me. Even if I’d said no, I’d want to stay near them.
I bit my lip again and nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Somewhere to my right I heard a low purr rumbling beneath the music.
“Very well. I trust the Breaker pack. You’re in good hands. Regardless, the room will now be monitored like all the others. There will be someone outside at all times, and the rooms aren’t soundproof. They will hear you if you call.”
Every instinct I had told me down to mybonesthat I wouldn’t need to. I was safe. And my Omega almost never felt truly safe. So the fact that there were no questions? It was close to a goddamn miracle. But I loved that the safety net was there in case I was wrong.
I’d been wrong before.
“Thank you.”
“Have fun.” She winked. “I look forward to the questions you have later.”
Her heels echoed on the floor, and the door clicked softly shut behind her, once again muffling the music leaking in from downstairs.
A hand gently pressed into my back. I could sense all of them now, though Bastian’s legs were the only thing I could see. Logan’s voice, quiet and steady. “Would you like to continue with what we talked about?”
