Page 70 of The Fortunate Ones
Skye shrugged. “Sorry, sunshine. This was too good to pass up.”
What did that mean? Desire filled my belly. It was impossible to guess whatever kinky deliciousness my Doms had cooked up for me, but just because I very much wanted whatever it was, didn’t mean I was ready to find out now.
Luca made a swipe for me. I ducked, glad I’d taken my T-shirt off so he didn’t have something to grab. Then I barreled forward in a football move aimed directly for Skye’s stomach.
Skye’s core strength was outrageous. He was like one of those Pilates ladies. I’d hoped surprise would get him to falter, but I was wrong. Strong arms wrapped around my middle, holding me tight.
“Oh yay, you made it easy for me.”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, then I bit down on his nipple that happened to be right in front of my face.
“Ahh, you little fucker.”
Skye took one arm off me and pulled my hair so damn hard, tears formed in my eyes. I detached my teeth.
It happened fast then. I was on the floor, my face smashed into the hardwood, and Skye lay on my back.
He reached for my arm—the non-surgically repaired one since they were still careful even though I was totally cleared by this point—but I didn’t fucking think so. I bucked hard, arms flailing, and hit a target. By the cursing, it was Luca.
The next time, I wasn’t as successful, and massive, callused fingers dug into my wrist, separating the bones until it was just this side of painful. Maverick. “Ahhh! Get off me, asshole!”
“Not until the little slut learns his lesson.”
Someone’s hand landed against my ass, hard enough that it smarted despite my joggers. Then again and again and again.
I cried out, fighting mercilessly against everyone, but it was a losing battle. One of the cuffs snapped around the wristMaverick was holding and my arm was wrenched painfully behind my back.
“Fuck you!” I shouted, but I was ignored. We had guidelines in place for this kind of play. We knew each other’s limits and how far we could go, and safewords were always in effect. It made CNC scenes more real because there were no long discussions. We did that at our biweekly, sometimes weekly check-ins, where we talked about everything dynamic related. It had felt a little unnecessary at first, but now I looked forward to those meetings.
I didn’t give up, but they managed to cuff both hands behind my back.
Skye’s fingers curled into my hair and wrenched my head up till my neck was exposed and at a painful angle.
“Let go, fucker. Get the fuck off me,” I growled, but I didn’t dare move; I didn’t want a chunk of hair ripped out.
Maverick squatted so his face was inches in front of me and tapped my cheek, hard enough to be considered a light slap. I bared my teeth at him.
“Keep fighting, slut. I like the ones who struggle. Makes it so much more fun.”
After all that, they dragged me to the playroom. I didn’t make it easy on them, screaming, biting anyone who got close, and turning into dead weight.
Not that it mattered after Mav threw me over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. He smacked my ass, not once but five times. Fucking hard too. The biting stopped when Luca waved an uncomfortably large ball gag in my face before strapping it on me.
“Imgnnakllu,” I screamed as I fought Maverick.
Another slap had me whimpering. “Settle, brat. We’re trying to give you a present. You won’t get it if you keep being a bad boy.”
I doubted that. Maverick loved it when I fought back, but I was getting tired, and Iwasinterested in what was coming next. I relaxed, but I would make sure he knew it wasn’t because he’d told me to later.
Skye opened the door for us, but the lights were still off. The door slammed closed, and Maverick dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor.
“Mhmmmmhmmm!” I yelled, which made the three of them laugh. Fuckers.
Three of them . . . Where the hell had Wes gone? And where was Diego? I hadn’t seen him at all.
Even with my hands tied behind my back, I managed to get to my knees. I silently thanked Skye for all the brutal flexibility lessons he’d forced on me during training. I still felt vulnerable as all hell with these men hovering over me, but that both scared and excited me. I really hoped whatever this was, they planned on taking my cage off, because that motherfucker was getting tight.
The lights flicked on, and footsteps approached me from behind. My head snapped toward the sound, and I only relaxed slightly when I saw it was Wes and Diego. Wes had already stripped down to the sexiest pair of boxer briefs I’d ever seen. His dick was pulled out over the band, and there was a wet spot on the front. Diego still had his thin joggers on, but let’s just say Wes wasn’t the only one with a wet spot staining his clothes.
