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"We're going to play a little game, okay, muffin’?” She runs her hand over his ass cheeks, spreading them slightly before pulling away again. “I'm gonna ask you a question. If you can't answer, or if the answer is incorrect, I'm gonna to fuck this cute, little asshole of yours until you get it right."

With no warning, Stella lunges forward, pushing the dry dildo through muscles I imagine Drew is clenching as though his life depends on it.

As he’s hit with a new kind of pain, his screams commence once again.

"Oh, settle down... It doesn’t hurt that much, does it?" Stella taunts him as her thrusting continues. "I'll stop as soon as you quit screaming. Then we can get back to our game."

I listen as Drew attempts to quiet his screams, but Stella grabs him by the hips for leverage as she holds the dildo steady, deep inside of him. Then she reaches around the front of him, between his legs, and slaps his dick a few times.

"Damn, I thought for sure I’d have gotten you hard by now." Shrugging her shoulders, she backs away from him.

When she pulls the dildo free from his ass, it's tinged with blood. The sight of it curls the corners of my lips into an evil smile.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again," Stella begins. "Why were you mean to our friend?"

"I-I…" Drew's heavy pants aren't the only thing keeping him from answering. It's also part pain and part he knows there's no good fucking answer to that question.

"I-I…? What are you, a fucking pirate?" Stella rags on him before lining herself up behind him again.

"No... Please..." Drew pants. "I-I w… I was wrong."

Stella's eyes meet mine with an eye roll.

"You were wrong? she repeats. "Did you hear that, Judge? He admitted he was wrong. Should we let him go now?"

I purse my lips, pretending to think about it before giving my head a shake.

"Aw, hell. Sorry, muffin’, the boss says that's not good enough. And actually, I've got a better game."

Stella grips Drew's hair in her fist again. Bringing his ear to her lips, she speaks in a low, evil pitch just loud enough that I can still hear her.

"We all have little things that get our motors running. I think we're a little more alike than I'd care to admit. We both get off on pain. But the difference between us in this case is I'm going to enjoy the pain that this causes... And you're not."

Stella lets Drew's head drop onto the surface of the workbench before returning to her spot behind him and getting into place.

"Here's the deal, muffin’. I'm going to fuck your asshole again while you list everything you've done wrong to our friend, Delilah. And I'm not going to stop until you blow your load out of that tiny pinprick dick of yours. And when you come, I want you to shout 'I'm sorry, Delilah,' so fucking loud, she'll be able to hear it at the main house on the other side of this property. If I don't think she heard you, we're going to do it again and again and again until you fucking get it right. Got it?"

Stella doesn't wait for Drew to answer before she thrusts back inside of him. His screams resume as she reminds him he needs to start confessing his wrongdoings.

My attention is pulled away from Drew's punishment when my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it free, I see a call coming in from Maggie. I motion to Saxon that I'm stepping out, letting him know he's now in charge until I get back.

"Is everything okay?"

"Delilah woke up thirty minutes ago. She’s been awake ever since," Maggie informs me.

Hope, anticipation, and nerves cause a painful shift in my chest. “I’m on my way.”

Disconnecting the call, I jump onto my bike and hightail it to the main house as quickly as I can.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

DELILAH

Ican feel Maggie’s presence looming over me.

Every minute... Of every day.

She’s been a constant fixture by my bedside for the past week. So even though my eyelids are closed, I know she’s there.

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