Page 26 of Owned By Shadows

“I–I can’t move my legs,” I whisper, my eyes still closed as bliss washes over me.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get you where he wants you,” Hunt tells me, moving me so that my legs are off the bed, a pillow supporting my upper body which is lying on the cool sheets.

“So fucking beautiful, little Lamb,” Rowan purrs from behind me, and a shiver works its way down my spine. “Now, and only because you are growing our child, I will allow you a safe word in case it gets too much. What’s your safe word?”

“Blueberry,” I answer, the jam we had this morning coming to mind.

“Good girl.” He glides his hot palm down my spine, and I arch into his touch. My body begs for anything he wants to give me. “Now, I will only give you six strikes with Hunt’s belt, given this is your first time. We’ll work you up to more. Okay?”

The promise in his words has my breath hitching. I love Rowan’s style of pain. It just makes the pleasure he gives me all that sweeter.

“Roo?” I ask, a need welling up inside me I couldn’t repress even if I wanted to.

“Yes, Lamb?” I don’t move from the position they’ve put me in, but my eyelids flutter open as he bends next to me so that his face is level with mine on the bed.

“Afterwards, will you mark me? With your knife?”

His pupils blow as his nostrils flare.

“Fuck,” Roman hisses from somewhere above, and I can just make out him in Hunt’s arms, Hunt resting his back on the headboard.

“Beg me to cut you with my knife, Iris,” Rowan demands, and my lips are opening before he’s even finished.

“Please, Roo. Please use your knife to scar my skin. It’s been so long since you marked me and I need you on my skin, with me always.” My words surprise me a little because I never knew I was into this kind of thing, but with Rowan, I want him so deep, so permanent, that he can never be removed.

“As you ask so prettily, my little sacrifice,” he whispers, his hand reaching out and stroking my cheek. “When I’m done with the belt, and I’m so deep inside you that you don’t know where I stop and you begin, I will take my knife and carve up that pretty skin so I’ll always be a part of you. Sound good?”

“It sounds perfect,” I murmur, nuzzling my cheek into his hand and letting my eyelashes flutter for a moment, just enjoying his touch.

“You are perfect, my Lamb,” he says reverently, leaning forward and placing a soft, reverent kiss on my temple.

My breath shortens as he releases my face, straightening up and disappearing from my sight. I jump when his palm lands on my arse cheek, caressing it softly as he chuckles darkly.

“So jumpy,” he muses, the slight whistle of air hitting my ears seconds before the sharp smack of the leather hits my skin. Before the cry has finished leaving my lips, his palm is back, rubbing the hurt in and somehow making it better and worse all at once. “So beautifully responsive.”

The belt cracks down on my other side next, my gasp turning into a moan when he once again massages the area and spreads the tingling pain all across my arse.

“You’re taking it so well, Peaches. I’m so proud of you,” Hunt coos from up the bed, and I twist my face so that I can look up at him through tear-dotted lashes.

“She’s exquisite,” Rowan adds in a deceptively soft voice just as another hit lands on the first side, then one more on the second side in quick succession. He rubs both cheeks, the heat from his hand making the skin burn and tingle, my body both trying to squirm away and seek more. “Look how she begs for more with her stunning arse.”

“So stunning,” Roman comments, his words turning to a moan as Hunt’s inked-up hand closes around his hard shaft and drags up and down. “Fuck, Daddy.”

The sight adds a layer of visual pleasure, which ricochets all across my nerve endings, sending me spiralling as the next hit falls.

“Just one more, my precious one,” Roo purrs, rubbing the fire deeper until it almost no longer hurts. The smack comes quickly, my back arching as an orgasm explodes over me, leaving me shaking and breathless. “Look at you, coming from your punishment like such a good girl.”

My legs tremble as he pushes inside my soppy, dripping and still pulsing pussy, his hands grabbing my arse, which sends sharp spikes of pain skittering across my body. His hips pulse, the pleasure of his Jacob’s ladder piercing a delicious contradiction to the burning skin of my arse.

“Where shall I mark you, my Lamb?” he rasps, and I moan as the scratch of steel traces across the skin of my back.

“I, um, you can choose,” I gasp, panting as he builds me up again with his magical fucking dick and the threat of more exquisite pain.

“Hmmm,” he ponders, pausing at my right shoulder blade. “I think here, where everyone can see who you fucking belong to. Deep breath.”

I do as he commands, the sharp sting of the blade turning into something that threatens to consume me, but his hips swirl, grinding my clit on the edge of the bed as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me, and the pain blossoms into something beautiful.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well,” Hunt admires from his place in front of me, and I blink open eyes streaming with tears to see his gaze fixed on Rowan’s hands, still carving something into my shoulder.

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