Page 54 of Mated By the Alphas
The eight strike is the hardest yet. The belt cracks across the center of my ass, exactly where the seventh lash struck. I can’t stop the tears. They run down my cheeks before I can say anything.
“Eight…” I whimper, feeling myself getting weaker. The ninth lands across my sit spots again. It takes everything in me not to scream and beg him to stop. “Nine!”
“One more from me,” Hayden says. “I’m going to make sure you feel this one.”
I brace myself, every muscle tensed, waiting for the last lash. It comes a moment later, landing perfectly across the center of my ass with devastating accuracy.
“Ten!” I scream, my body shaking, the spot that has been lashed repeatedly throbbing with pain.
“All done,” Hayden says soothingly, putting the belt on the bed and rubbing my ass. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”
“But you still have ten more coming,” Remy says, picking up the belt.
“I need a break,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Of course,” Hayden says, his hand sliding lower. “Let’s see if I can’t find a way to make you forget about the pain for a moment.”
Hayden’s hand moves between my spread thighs. I can’t stop him from rubbing my pussy, smearing my nectar, and caressing my clit. Not that I want him to. The pleasure diminishes the pain, releasing endorphins that turn the burning ache into a wave of bliss that makes me pull at my restraints for a different reason.
I let Hayden keep rubbing until I can’t take it anymore. “Enough,” I mewl. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Then you must be ready for the belt again,” Remy growls.
I slump forward and nod. The burn returns, less fiery, but still present. I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot worse after Remy is done.
“We can’t protect you if you disobey us,” Remy says. “And it puts us in danger, too. If Hayden had been alone against three vampires, that fight could have gone a lot differently.”
I barely have time to process his words before the belt lands again, this time from a different angle. Remy uses his left hand, instead of his right.
“One,” I gasp.
The second strike follows immediately, catching the underside of my ass, right above my sit spots. Remy’s strikes are faster and sharper, but not quite as hard.
“Two!” I cry out.
“Don’t lose count,” Remy warns. “Or we start over.”
I prepare for the next lash, but instead of one, the third and fourth strike land in rapid succession, giving me no time to breathe or count between them.
“Three! You didn’t get me time to count!” I squeal, my voice a little raw. “Four!”
“Never said I had to,” Remy growls, lashing me again.
The fifth strike lands across the center of my ass. Hayden’s favorite spot. Remy’s doesn’t thud as hard, but it still burns.
“Five,” I whisper.
“Almost done. Only five more, but they’re going to hurt,” Remy says. “Continue, or do you need a break? There’s no shame in asking for a break. I’d love to play with your pussy while you recover.”
I slump against the chair. Five doesn’t sound like much after already getting fifteen, but I can feel the welts. Feel the ones that will probably bruise. Letting him play will just delay the inevitable, and it’s going to be hard enough not to come once they start fucking me.
“Just finish it.”
“As you wish,” Remy replies with an almost glib tone, rubbing my ass for a moment before taking a step back.
The sixth strike lands diagonally, but my ass isn’t the only thing it hits. The folded tip of the belt curves around my thigh and lands across my folds. I let out my loudest cry yet, jerking at the restraints as the pain mixes with my arousal.
“Six! Ow! You didn’t say that you were going to hit me there!” I protest, squeezing my eyes shut as the sensation radiating along my inner thighs, my pelvis, and deep into my core.
