Page 33 of Tame Me

“Please, please, please,” I whine. “Oh, fuck, I wanna come. Please, Daddy, let me come.”

Reid immediately starts fucking me harder and deeper, still rubbing my clit. The belt hits me hard, and knowing the ticket to getting more from them, the desperation takes over.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m coming. Yes!” I moan. I am abruptly untied, and Thane drags me up and pulls me over to the couch. When he sits, he pulls me onto his lap, and I immediately drop down on his cock. “Fuck!” I moan.

“Come here, baby girl,” Thane grunts, pulling me down to hug me against his chest. When he lifts his hips and starts violently fucking me, Reid matches our pace perfectly and shoves into my ass.

“Fuck, baby. So fucking tight,” Reid growls as they fuck me.

“Say it again, baby girl. Who owns this sweet fucking body?” Thane growls.

“Thane,” I whine.

“Say it,” he grunts.

“Say it, baby girl. Who owns you?” Reid asks more softly.

“My Daddies,” I whimper. They reward me by fucking me harder and faster. Reid grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back before covering my mouth and pinching my nose closed. I grab his wrists, but don’t fight him as they fuck me devastatingly hard. As the world starts to tunnel and my body weakens, Reid whispers into my ear, “Sleep, baby girl. Your Daddies have got you.”

Everything goes dark, giving me no time to think about what I’ve said or why.

I feel the warmth of the blankets around me as I am snuggled in bed. I hear Reid and Thane, so I don’t move so I can hear them.

“She’s not going to handle it well. We gave her no room to process it,” Thane says.

“It’s better if she is rested,” Reid says. “Just remind her that it’s not related to her trauma. She’s not a runner, so we can handle it.”

She’s not a runner?

Is that a stab at my weight?

Surely not…

“Yeah,” Thane says with a heavy sigh. I feel a hand rest on my hip, but I’m pissed. I pull away to move to the other side and swing my legs off the bed to get up.

“Hey, did you…” Reid starts to ask. I don’t give him a chance to ask because I step into the bathroom and slam the door shut. I just want to shower and relax, so I turn the water on and pull my shirt and shorts off. They got me dressed after I passed out, so it’s likely Thane’s t-shirt I’m wearing. It smells like him, and I hate that it’s soothing.

When I step into the shower, they open the door. I know they’re worried, but I don’t care. Why should I? Not like I can run from them anyway.

“Ayla,” Thane says gently.

“What, Thane?” I ask harshly.

“We need to talk. Can we do that while you shower?” he asks.

“You can talk. I’ll listen,” I say. “I have nothing to say to either of you.”

“Ayla, you knew…”

“I knew nothing!” I scream at him, but I’m so worked up suddenly that I slam my fist into the tile wall, and Thane immediately pulls the door open and shuts the water off.

“Out,” he commands firmly.

“Sorry, Sir. I forgot I’m supposed to be a perfectly obedient robot,” I scoff and step out. I grab my towel and wrap up before walking out of the bathroom into what should be my room.

“Fine. Get dressed for dinner,” Thane snaps.

“Stop,” Reid says. “You don’t get to retaliate against her attitude that we created,” Reid says.