Syn picked up the cane and disappeared behind me again. Gabriel stood before me and opened his pants. My eyes widened at the site of his thick, long cock as he massaged its hard length, the head already wet with pre-cum.
“Open your mouth, Evangeline.”
I licked my lips and did, and even as I felt the cane pressed against my ass, the smooth rattan rubbing against the spot he would strike next, I took Gabriel’s cock into my mouth, watching him as he closed his eyes and brought one hand to the back of my head.
He groaned, guiding my head over his length. “Suck. Suck harder.”
I did, my pussy dripping as I tasted him, wanting him to come in my mouth, wanting to swallow what he gave me. He fucked my mouth slowly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper to my throat. Tears clouded my vision when he went too far too fast, but I wanted to take him deep.
“Pain,” Syn said from behind me.
Gabriel pulled his cock out of my mouth. I tugged on my wrists, trying to get hold of him but succeeding only in pulling on the hook.
“That’s it, lean forward more. Offer your ass to the cane because when you do, pleasure will come once you’ve taken the pain.”
I did as he said and heard the whipping sound just before a red hot line seared into my trembling flesh. I cried out, pure fire obliterating all thought, my bonds the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the floor.
“Seven,” I called out, remembering.
“Good girl,” Gabriel said.
I looked up to find him stroking his cock, the sight filling me with desire again.
“I want…”
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He grinned and Syn struck again, drawing another pained cry from me. “Please!”
The chain was adjusted again so that I leaned forward now and my forearms rested on the carpet, my ass lifted at an obscene angle. Gabriel knelt before me, his cock inches from my face.
I heard the cane coming again, the strokes harder now. Syn wasn’t holding back.
“Eight!”
Two fingers pushed into my pussy as Gabriel brought his cock to my mouth again. I opened for him, greedy to take all of him.
“You’re a dirty girl, Eva,” Syn said, fucking my pussy with his fingers. “So, so wet.”
They retreated at once and Syn struck the hardest stroke yet. I screamed with it and he didn’t wait for me to count now. Instead, he delivered the final three in quick succession, no pleasure between the strokes, only pain now.
I wept from it, from the all-encompassing hurt, wanting the pleasure but feeling only the pain. I heard the cane tossed aside and realized Syn was breathing harder behind me.
“Shh,” Gabriel said, coming closer again. “It’s over.”
I opened my mouth when he pressed his cock against my lips, and as I did, I felt the tugging on my back hole along with Syn’s instruction to push. I did, sucking Gabriel’s cock all along, and when the hook was out of my ass, I felt Syn settle between my knees, felt the head of his cock at my pussy, his fingers coming to my clit. I moaned around Gabriel’s cock when Syn entered me and even as Gabriel gripped my head and fucked my mouth hard, Syn did the same to my pussy, his fingers rough on my clit.
I came first, the burning heat of my punishment intensifying the pure pleasure of being taken like this, of having them both, one in my mouth, the other in my cunt, being fucked like a whore. Soon Gabriel’s cock swelled in my mouth and the rhythm of Syn’s fucking quickened, and the two men exploded inside me, their groans sending me over the precipice again. I was only pleasure now, moaning my climax around the thick cock in my mouth, swallowing Gabriel’s salty essence, taking Syn’s seed deep inside me. When it was done and Gabriel pulled his cock from my lips, I brought my fingers to my mouth, capturing what spilled from my lips. Then Syn slid out from deep inside me, the residue of his seed wet on my thighs. I closed my eyes, collapsing, the carpet rough beneath me. Pressing my legs together, I rubbed my still tender clit, quiet while they watched me as a small tremor shook me one final time.
Chapter Thirteen
It was the middle of the afternoon when I woke. I turned over onto my back only to flop back onto my belly with a pained groan, my bottom tender from last night’s punishment. I lay my cheek back down on the pillow to think.
Arthur. The evidence against him was damning. I hadn’t wanted it to be true, I hadn’t wanted Arthur to be the bad guy, but when I’d heard the recording, heard his voice, I knew he was. Although the memories hadn’t yet returned, I could no longer deny who had put me on that truck.
The voice on the recording I’d recognized as Jamison’s, but what had Arthur’s instruction truly meant? I couldn’t believe what Gabriel and Syn were suggesting — that Arthur never meant for me to make it off that truck. That he wanted me dead? No, it couldn’t be. Murder? He couldn’t do that… could he? Was that why he’d taken out that life insurance policy? Did he hate me so much that he’d kill me even though, once he’d married me, he’d have had access to my family’s fortune anyway?