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He doubted Brynn was aware of how her wobbly little sigh acted as a  giant honeycomb of temptation to the lusty black bear prowling his  bloodstream. Rhett only concurred with a short grunt instead of a full  growl, but he planted his thighs a little farther and began pumping his  cock harder, giving full rein to the beast stalking his instincts, too.

It was an incredible view-but Reb couldn't wait to add the imprint from  his own discipline to the mix. He twirled the paddle in his hand a few  times, testing the weight of the wood and the breadth of the handle,  before swirling the blade across her ass, assessing how sensitive she  possibly was after fifteen blows from Rhett already. As he expected, she  flinched a little. As he also expected, Rhett was giving her a damn  fine distraction with every masterful lunge into her weeping pussy.  Every time his balls smacked her body, a tiny, high cry escaped her. Reb  caught glimpses of her breasts too: still tight and erect, evoking the  damn watering mouth again.                       
       
           



       

It was so time to do this.

And he did.

Whomp.

She screamed once more. Rhett, dedicated to keeping her physically  balanced while continuing to screw her hard, didn't think of absorbing  the sound in the same way Rebel had. That freed her outburst in full on  the air, flying through the room like a soprano's aria, piercing and  heartbreaking and agonized-and soaring and stunning and transforming.

Rebel swayed, rocked to his core. The sound filled his marrow, fired his  muscles, turned even the hairs down his arms and legs into a strands of  electricity. It scorched him. Terrified him.

And fuck, he wanted more.

He sucked the feeling in, yearning to hoard its magnificence while damn  near sure it would splinter him apart. Somehow, he balled up the energy  enough to funnel it down his arm, into the fist still wrapped around the  paddle-

Then swinging down with all the force of that passion.

Whack.

"Ohhhh my God!"

Music, inundating his soul.

Power, infusing his spirit.

Submission, slamming his cock.

"Fuck," he rasped.

"Fuck!" Rhett growled. His balls turned a deeper red, flooded with the  pressure of new blood. "Beautiful. Little. Peach. So tight … so good." His  fingers clawed down her back, digging in as if intending to rip her  open. With every new swipe her head rocked to the side, and a keen of  desire spilled off her lips.

Rebel spread his free hand along her delectable ass cheeks, ensuring the  heat from his blows remained memorable in her skin. "Pain is a trés  belle look for her."

Rhett curled his fingers into the ends of her hair, forcing her head back. "Couldn't agree more."

"Of course you couldn't." He was waiting, arrogant smirk in place, when  Rhett cocked his head out for a what-the-fuck glance. A little reminder,  silently delivered. We're not done-which means I'm still very much in  charge.

Brynn added her own contribution to the exchange: a sigh that conveyed  desperate need with exquisite pitch. The sound stuck Rebel in his most  visceral centers, thundering through his heart, pounding up his cock.  Thank fuck Rhett had kept his head out a moment longer, allowing him to  catch his friend's in-the-same-boat-buddy stare.

Holy God. They were both in trouble.

A thought he couldn't explore any deeper right now-not when she drew him  closer, compelling his senses like the magic of a symphony, violins and  horns and flutes replaced by the concerto of her breaths, sighs, and  cries, until he was a creature enraptured-

And convinced the final stroke of her punishment had to be something  just as special. Something imprinted on the inside of her body as well  as outside …

He tossed the paddle to the floor. At the same time, stepped the other  way, toward the nightstand-as he made short of releasing his erection  from his jeans. Once he got to the toy bag, he pulled out two items. The  first, a repeat of the little package he'd retrieved for Rhett, got  quickly yanked open and used. His dick jerked in protest as he stretched  the condom on. With a determined grunt, he secured it down to his  balls, then squeezed both in order to keep his lust in control.

With his libido tamed, at least for now, he turned his attention to the  second item. One push of his thumb popped the lid on the water-based  lube. A drop of the shiny liquid burst out, as if voicing its eagerness  to get on with the wicked plan at hand.

Brynn didn't make anything easier with a new little sound, an  inquisitive cry that had her wriggling against Rhett-and proving that as  stunning as her bondage was, it wouldn't serve cohesively for what Reb  intended to do to her next.

Reluctantly, he loosened the bra straps from her wrists. Not so  reluctantly, he pressed himself over her, his chest formed to her back  as he rubbed the slight abrasions to her shell-colored skin, then meshed  his fingers between hers. It gave him the ideal angle for suckling into  her ear, before whispering, "Something remarkable for your final  punishment, little one. Oui?" He slid his hands back up her arms,  fanning them in and across her breasts, before raking them back down to  re-clasp their fingers. "You feel this? Is this good?"

She smiled so hugely, he felt it against his jaw. "Y-yes, Sir."

"Good. Because this is how I'm going to hold you when my cock's buried in your ass."

Her smile dropped as her hips bucked.

She stilled upon discovering the movement only pushed her globes higher  against his erection. Too little, too late. Rebel's shaft fell deeper  into the cleft of her ass, meaning she only squeezed him tighter while  making the correction. He didn't hold back an appreciative groan,  letting the sound fill her ear, gripping her hands tighter, grinding his  hips harder.                       
       
           



       

Beneath him, she shivered from top to bottom. A sound unfurled from her,  half aroused whimper but half frightened moan, that tugged to the core  of Reb's balls. Wasn't too far off the mark for Rhett either, gauging by  the guy's quivering thighs.

"Sir?" she finally squeaked. "I-I'm not sure that I can-"

"Oh, yeah." Rhett beat him to the interruption. "You can, sweetheart.  And you will." He tugged her head down, locking his gaze into hers. "For  us."

"With us." Fewer words had felt more the right thing at the right  time-especially as Rebel slipped a hand free and lowered it to Rhett's  jaw. He fanned fingers along those bold lines, showing Rhett that the  communication, connection, and friendship they'd always had was still  here, right now, only deeper. Better. And nothing to be afraid of.

A message they both needed.

Especially as he brought the lube inward, and began to work it into the  valley of Brynna's buttocks. A little more, warming the liquid as he  glided it deeper in, seeking the puckered hole of her most forbidden  entrance …

"Ohhhh!"

"Ssshhhh, petite. Breathe. Now again. Relax."

"I can't-"

"You will." He emphasized the order by turning his head, gently sinking  his teeth into her ear. "You're still being punished-and this is how it  pleases me to administer the last strike of your discipline. We'll get  there minette, I promise you. I'll be fucking this ass soon … and you'll  be thanking me for it."





Chapter Sixteen





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Brynna barely held herself back from spewing a sarcastic laugh at the  man. Correction: the bastard who'd become all ruthless pirate, poised  there with his lube and his fingers and his invasion into her body like  she didn't already have the world's hugest cock already stretching her  to the fullest, making her unsure whether she wanted to scream in  ultimate pleasure, bawl in ultimate pain-or both.

And damn it, there was the rub. Literally as well as figuratively.

Pain is a trés belle look for her.

Did the damn pirate have to be so right?

Fine. She felt trés belle, all right? But that wasn't all of it. Not  nearly. The pain … it had become … a release. A tangible, logical reason to  her to feel things like insecurity, fear, and trepidation-that allowed  all her illogical reasons to tag along for the ride. For the first time  in over a year, she had permission to feel … everything.

And she did.

And it was … better than belle.

It was freedom.

So despite every hot, heavy drop of quivering hesitation, she inhaled  deeper and obeyed Rebel as best as she could. Daring to believe him.  Gambling on trusting him.

Breaking every single one of her own damn rules.

And hating her body for answering with wave upon wave of rebellious tingles-

As Rebel Stafford probed her ass hole deeper.

She decided to focus on what he'd instructed. Worked to push her muscles  against his fingers, to open her passage wider for him. She was shocked  by the results-not because it physically worked but because of how … nice  it felt too. She actually had nerve endings back there … membranes that  began to warm and spark from his contact, soon spreading across the  throbbing tissues of her pussy, too.