“Breathe,” Thane says softly. “No matter what happens, we can handle it. I promise you will not be in danger.”
“I’ll try to be good. I…”
“It’s not about being good or bad, Ayla. This is about being triggered and still functioning. It’s unrealistic for us to be able to immediately take space. Sometimes we have to cope in the moment to get through. That’s what this is. It’s about learning how to navigate the real world.”
“What if I panic in public?” I ask.
“Then we will be right there with you,” he tells me. “You are not alone, Ayla. I promise.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a sigh.
“I will push you past your limit today, love,” he warns me. “I won’t go into any hard limits, but I will trigger you.”
“I understand, Sir,” I say with a bit more confidence.
“Alright. Go lay on the table, face down,” he tells me, offering his hand. He helps me stand, and I walk to the table and climb on before both Thane and Reid start restraining my wrists and ankles.
“To add…” Thane says. “As per your contract, I have the right to restrict you from use of your safe word for short periods of time, not including for safety purposes. For this scene, I will not stop with your safe word. Do you understand what this means?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, relaxing into the table.
“I hope so,” he says. I’m confused, but only until I hear him yank his belt off. It’s like a switch in my head, and the panic is instantaneous.
“Thane!” I scream and start pulling at my restraints. The belt slaps across my ass, and it’s not even hard. It’s fine, but I scream like he’s just sliced me open. He hits me again and again, not even leaving marks. He’s not hurting me, but I keep screaming and thrashing.
“Stop! Please stop. Please. No! It hurts, please!” I cry. When I feel ignored, I do something that even I don’t expect. I pick my head up and slam it back down on the table. I smash my forehead against the surface, and Thane stops.
“No. Keep going,” Reid says, cradling my face so when I do it again, I’m not hurting myself anymore. I scream in frustration, but the next hit is so hard that it shocks me. My ass is on fire, and the next snaps across my thighs, just under my ass.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“Like that. Keep that power behind it,” Reid says, leaning down and stroking my hair as I relax. Another hit smacks across my back, and I groan. Another hit across my upper back, and I’m gone. I’m floating separately from my body. I can still tell what’s going on, so it’s Reid pushing three fingers into my pussy that brings me back.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“No coming, Ayla,” Thane says. Reid starts fucking me with his fingers, and I moan, realizing these fuckers are about to torture me. Pure fucking torture.
Thane hits me with the belt again, and my pussy tightens around Reid’s fingers, making me moan. “Fuck,” I hiss.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Reid says.
“I guess she likes the belt more than we thought,” Thane chuckles, smacking me again. They keep going and going, but stop before I come. The first time they edged me, I just dealt with it. Even by the third time, I just huff. But then he lets me get closer and closer, making me desperate. I am hypersensitive, and I’ll do anything to come.
The mix of emotions and memories fuck with my head. It is Thane that is hitting me. Reid is fucking me with his fingers. I know it’s them.
“Don’t come, Ayla,” Thane says as a warning.
“Please,” I beg. He snaps the belt across my ass instead of answering me, and Reid curls his fingers inside me. “Fuck. This isn’t fair!”
“Why?” Thane asks. He hits me with the belt as Reid rubs my clit at the same time he moves his fingers inside of me.
“Fuck, Thane,” I groan.
Anytime he edges me, I fucking melt. Last time, I must have lost my fucking mind because I almost called him Daddy. I don’t know why, but it just felt right. Thane and Reid take care of me, worship me, but they also teach me and lead me toward a better future.
Desperation comes out of me so naturally that when I feel it start to build, I am fucking ruined. “Please, don’t stop. Please!”
“Wait, Ayla. You have to wait,” Thane says.