Page 70 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Aww, look at that brother,” Rafe said sweetly. “He thinks we’re going to let him come.”
The last thing I saw before my world turned upside down, was Rayne’s eyes darkening with determination. Then I was in motion, thrown across a lap, my trousers and boxers around my ankles and my bare ass in the air.
I hadn’t even registered the pain until the sound of a smack ripped through the air.
Fuck. That hurt.
Fire spread across my ass, my skin heating where Rafe had hit me. I knew it was him because Rayne had crouched at the side of the sofa to watch the pain spread across my face.
Over and over Rafe slapped my ass. Never quite in the same place but I could never tell where he was going to hit next. My entire body was rigid, waiting for the moment he’d strike me again.
“Relax, baby,” Rayne said in a comforting tone. “Take your punishment like a good boy, and we’ll reward you.”
Rafe’s hands ghosted over my burning skin, his touch soothing, calming. His fingers traced down my crack, over my taint and the underside of my balls. Gods, it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.
Then he went back to spanking me. The pain so intense that tears spilled from my eyes. The pain went deeper and deeper, claiming more of my soul the more times he hit me. It blurred the world, until I didn’t know where I began or ended.
I cried out and my body froze. I was so close, so fucking close.
“More,” I breathed. “More pain.”
Rayne’s grin in front of my face was feral. “You’re so fucking perfect, Beau.”
“As you wish,” Rafe growled.
Time vanished as he continued to spank me. The skin of my ass and thighs burning. The longer it went on, the more the pain lost it’s sting, morphing into liquid heat.
Every jolt rocked my cock against Rafe’s thigh, the touch a barely there whisper. Enough to keep me hard, but not enough to tip me over the edge.
Then it all stopped. No touching. No pain. Just… nothing.
I exhaled shakily and blinked back the unshed tears.
“This is only the beginning, little vamp,” Rafe whispered, making goosebumps erupt over my skin. “We will brutalise you, mark you, and brand you as ours. You’ll wear our marks with pride. You’ll be our masterpiece, Beau.”
I sobbed then. “Yes. That. I want—“
My words vanished as Rafe finally grabbed my aching cock. It felt so good that I groaned long and hard.
“Look at you. Degrading yourself by fucking his fist like you’ve been begging for it,” Rayne chuckled.
I didn’t care if it was humiliating. There was no way I could stop. I needed it.
“Who do you belong to, Beau?” Rafe said, his voice tight.
I moaned through a sob. I couldn’t take any more. It was too much. All too much.
“Answer me!” Rafe snapped, his hand tightening around my cock and making my entire body jerk.
“You!” I cried hoarsely. They fucking owned me.
“That’s right,” Rayne cooed, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped my eyes. His hands gripped the sides of my face and forced me to look deep into his eyes.
“I’m s-so close,” I sobbed. “Please.”
Rayne leant closer, his lips brushing mine. “Come for us, Beau.”
Lust exploded through me and I slammed my cock into Rafe’s fist as I started coming. I screamed as I finally let go, watching as Rayne swallowed it deep into the back of his throat.
