A Dangerous Trade Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – A Dangerous Trade Ch. 02 by shadysweet,shadysweet
A Dangerous Trade Ch. 2

Harley

I was exhausted and just as I laid down to fall asleep, someone knocked at my door. I told them to come in and it was Maverick holding one of my bags from home stuffed to the brim.

“Your stuff,” he grunted.

“Thanks,” I said coldly. There was something about him that drew me to him but I didn’t like him in the same breath.

“Welcome, sleep well,” he said over his shoulder as walked out and my door clicked shut.

I grabbed my bag and rifled through trying to find some pajamas. I threw them on and laid back down, ready to get some sleep and get to work in the morning. I knew what they had told me about needing to find out if I was trustworthy or not, but I would still try to work with them to get Kody back. The sooner the better. I hated thinking about how he must have been feeling, having no hope and thinking I’d abandoned him.

I closed my eyes and sleep still wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned until I couldn’t take it anymore and got up to find a bathroom. It was late and quiet in the house, the lights dimmed. I traveled down the hallway, trailing my hand across the wall as I walked.

I felt for the handle of the first door and knocked gently as I opened it. It wasn’t a bathroom, it was some kind of office with tons of books on shelves and a map on the wall above the desk. I brightened the light in the room with the knob on the wall to get a better look.

Just as I was walking into the room I felt a hard hand on my shoulder and I was spun around to face Carson. He was red in the face and seething.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded and I balked, stuttering.

“I-I’m sorry, I was just looking for the bathroom.”

“That’s why you brightened the light and were walking into someone’s office? Who the fuck sent you here, who are you?” He wrapped his big hand around my throat and squeezed until I could hardly breathe.

“I-I’m sorry,” I choked out. “Looking… For…. Bathroom,” I gurgled.

“I don’t fucking believe you,” he spat in my face. “Who are you? Tell me or so help me God-”

“Carson?” Damien asked in the doorway. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

Carson let go as Damien reached for his arm and yanked him backwards. Carson shook his head back and forth, putting a palm to his forehead and running out the door and down the hall.

“You okay, babe?” Damien reached up to stroke my reddened neck that would surely bruise later. I pushed his hand away and stalked towards the door. “Hey,” Damien chided as he pulled me back toward him. “What the hell happened?” His brow furrowed in concern and I felt a warm flutter in my belly.

“I was looking for the bathroom and got nosy I guess, I’m sorry,” I admitted.

“You shouldn’t be in here, but Carson shouldn’t have put his hands on you and I’m sorry for that. Let me walk you back to your room.”

He led me with his hand at the small of my back to my room and followed me inside. He left the door cracked, but turned to face me with heat emanating from his body and gaze. He pushed me against the bed and lifted me by my waist to sit me on the edge of it. He bent and nuzzled my neck, licking and nipping gently.

“Fuck, you taste so good, I want to taste all of you,” he whispered against my flushed neck.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Don’t tempt me, babygirl,” he whispered huskily back.

He pushed away from me and sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. He looked defeated, tired. I shook myself from the haze and stood, walking to him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m sorry,” Damien countered. “You’re just so intoxicating, I can’t get enough. But get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of my room, closing the door. I sighed and flopped down on the bed. My hand drifted up to my throat and I felt the skin where Carson’s rough hand had been and the bruises forming. There was something almost exciting watching the look in his eye as he choked me. Scary, but somehow exciting. He could have hurt me, left deeper bruises, but he didn’t. I didn’t know what that meant. His control was acute and almost frightening.

I slid under the covers, still holding my neck with one hand and fell asleep shortly after closing my eyes. I slept deep, falling into a dark dream. Carson’s hand was around my throat, squeezing until the life started to drain from within me. I choked and struggled, kicking my legs out and flailing my arms, but he only squeezed harder. Maverick and Damien were behind him, watching and doing nothing, laughing.

I woke abruptly to Carson standing over me, watching me. I jumped up into a sitting position and scooted back against the headboard. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, just stood there with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“What were you dreaming of?” he whispered.

“You,” I blurted. I covered my mouth with my hand, embarrassed I had just been so honest with him.

“What about me?” He moved an inch closer, giving me even more access to the dark look in his eyes.

“Y-you were hurting me,” I admitted.

“And you liked it,” he countered.

“No, I-I-”

“Don’t lie,” he growled and moved another couple of inches closer. I flinched back but having nowhere to go, my eyes darted around the room looking for something, anything to help me.

Carson ripped the blanket off me and pointed down to my pussy. “Then why are you soaked? I can smell it.”

It had to be one of the weirdest things anyones ever said to me, so I just stared at the wet spot over my panties and on the bed. I gawked, not even realizing how turned on I was. And just like that, Carson was on me, straddling my legs together and pulling me to the side, pushing me down so that I was laying flat. I didn’t say a word and stayed as still as I could.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “What exactly was I doing to you in that dream, angel? Hmm?” He traced one finger down my cheek, tracing the line of a single tear running down my cheek. “Is this for me?” His lips tipped up on one side, a sadistic smirk.

“No, and you were choking me.” I left out the bit about him choking me literally to death. I didn’t want to give him any ideas at the moment.

“Oh, I think this tear is for me, and this wetness too.” He moved fast, spreading my legs with his and cupping my pussy through my drenched panties. “You like it when I choke you? Because if you ever snoop around my house again, I will do it again. Harder.”

I believed his threat and stayed as still as possible, watching his eyes bore into mine. “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry,” I choked out.

“Damn right you won’t.”

He was off me in a flash, shutting the door behind him before I could even blink or register what the fuck had just happened. I rolled over and panted hard, my chest rising and falling as if I couldn’t get enough air. It was like he had just had his hands around my throat all over again. And to my surprise, my hand drifted down my belly and inside my panties, my fingers easily slipping into my soaking wet pussy. I pumped my fingers in and out, feeling my impending orgasm already forming. I came hard, clenching around my two fingers and crying out.

I laid there for a minute or so, collecting myself and letting the waves of pleasure roll off me slowly. I needed that, I needed more. Instead, I threw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed out into the hallway to really find a bathroom this time. It was down the opposite way next to the stairs. I relieved myself, cleaning up a bit and heading downstairs to find something to eat. I was ravenous.

I walked slowly, hearing voices below me somewhere. I walked through the living room and popped my head into the kitchen, finding all three men in deep conversation. I smelled coffee and eggs cooking and couldn’t help myself. I made a small sound of appreciation and all three men snapped their heads in my direction. Maverick looked pissed, Carson looked smug and Damien looked happy to see me. At least one of them was.

“Hungry, baby?” Damien asked, cocking his head to the side and I realized how cute it was when he did that.

I gave him a small smile and nodded eagerly, walking deeper into the kitchen and sitting at the stool he pulled out for me. Carson refused to look at me anymore and sipped his coffee. Maverick wouldn’t look at me either and I started to feel uncomfortable. Damien handed me a cup and a plate and sat next to me, scooting my stool closer to his and throwing his arm around my shoulders. His calm and laid back demeanor helped relax me a bit but it was still tense in the room.

“Happy to have some of your own things?” Maverick asked dryly.

“Yeah, thanks.” I nodded.

Damien clapped his hands together, making me jump. “Settle in, babe, the boys have some digging to do around town and you’re stuck with me for the day.”

“Digging?” I asked, curious.

“Yeah, about you,” Carson spat.

“We’re just covering our bases, making sure you are who you say you are.” Maverick’s voice was gruff.

“I am not affiliated with YT, you have to believe me,” I blurted. “We don’t have time for this, my brother is probably going through hell right now.”

“A few days won’t make a difference, relax,” Maverick told me, but it sounded like a warning. Relax, or else.

But I couldn’t help myself. I felt the fire burning under my skin, making me hot and angry. “A few days could make all the difference, I need to get him back today,” I gritted out.

“You don’t make the demands around here, sweetheart. We’ll get your brother back when we’re well and ready and we know you’re not a little rat,” Maverick said.

On that note, he nodded to Carson and they walked out of the kitchen and into the garage. I could hear the garage door open and a car start and when it closed, I spun on my stool to face Damien. He was clearly the most reasonable man in that damn house.

“Please, you have to-”

He cut me off by sliding his finger over my lips and shushing me softly. “We’ll get him back, babe, don’t you worry. Just give it some time, that’s all.”

“But we don’t have time,” I yelled in his face, scooting my stool back and starting to pace the kitchen.

“We have all the time in the world, they won’t do anything to your brother, at least not for a little while. He’s more use to them alive right now.”

I shook my head wildly, feeling myself go into a tailspin of worry and regret. “This is all my fault, if I’d been home more often and paid more attention.”

“Don’t do that, babe. He’s fine, I’m sure of it. We’ll get him back when we come up with a game plan. Ok?”

He stood and walked over to me, putting his big hands on my shoulders and making me look up into his handsome face. I loved how dark his hair was, long enough to fall into his chiseled face. I wanted to reach up and tuck the strands behind his ears but I stilled my hands by my sides. Instead, I looked into his crystal blue eyes and sighed.

“I guess I have no choice, do I?”

“Not really, baby.” He did what I had wanted moments before and tucked a loose strand of my long hair behind my ear and leaned in close to my face, almost nose to nose with me. “There are plenty of things to do in the meantime,” he whispered huskily and I shivered.

I stood up on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his. I couldn’t help myself. He was beyond attractive and his nearness reminded me of how worked up I was when I had woken up. He took the bait and took my mouth hard. He kissed me like a starving man, sucking on my tongue and nipping my lower lip. We kissed so hard, our teeth gnashed together at one point but we just kept going, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies hungrily.

“Damn, you taste like candy, baby.”

He lifted me by my waist and set me on the counter. I gasped as the cold counter hit my bare ass, I didn’t even realize he had yanked my pants down around my ankles on the way up.

“Gotta taste this pussy, right now,” Damien growled.

He pulled my panties to the side and spread my folds open with his thumbs, running the flat of his tongue up from my hole to my clit and I threw my head back, moaning his name.

“That’s right, babygirl, love when you moan my name like that.”

He licked me a few more times before pushing his tongue into my pussy and fucking me like that until my legs shook uncontrollably.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned.

He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue until I felt the pleasure building and building and then exploding through my body like a volcanic eruption.

“Fuck, Damien!” I screamed.

He stood abruptly and unzipped his pants, sliding his thick cock in between my slick folds and rubbing himself against my sensitive and throbbing clit. It was almost too much. Then he pushed the head of his cock, dripping with precum, against my opening and I froze, clenching tight in anticipation.

“I’ll go slow, baby, at first. Now open for me, let me in, baby.”

He pushed the head of his cock against my opening, already stretching me open for him. I took a deep breath and tried to relax so he could slide in, I wanted all of him right then or I felt like I would burst. He slowly pushed into me a few inches and I gasped, my head snapping back and slamming into the cabinet above me, I didn’t even care.

Damien chuckled darkly, pushing into me a few more inches and making my pussy grip him like a vise. I moaned, making obscene sounds as he pushed all the way into me, balls deep. I hissed when he bottomed out, then my body relaxed quickly and adjusted for him.

“There you go, babygirl, let me fuck you hard.”

He pulled out until the head was almost out, then slammed back into me so hard my head hit the cabinet again and I cried out, both in pain and pleasure. He picked me up and I wrapped around him like a snake, his cock still buried deep inside me. He used his hands under my ass to bounce me on his throbbing cock while walking to the living room where he threw me down on the couch and started fucking me so hard I could barely breathe.

“That’s it, you take me so good, baby. Scream my name, I love it when you cry for me.”

I felt another orgasm rippling through me and screamed when it crashed like a wave throughout my body, starting low in my belly and spreading outwards like fire. I screamed his name over and over as he made me cum so hard, I was momentarily blinded.

But he didn’t let up, he just chased it with yet another orgasm as he ripped my panties off and threw them across the room, thumbing my clit in little circles. He spun me around and I perked my ass up for him, baring myself to him and arching my back. He shoved back into me and fucked me with no abandon. He fucked me into the couch until I could hardly breathe and I came hard again, screaming his name into a pillow. He ripped the pillow away from me.

“I want to hear you scream my name, Harley,” he grunted.

“Damien!”

“That’s right, babygirl. Cum with me,” he demanded.

“I can’t,” I whined.

“Oh yes, you can.”

He rubbed at my clit and fucked me hard again, pushing me into the couch cushion and making me shake as another orgasm rippled through me. I screamed his name while he filled me up with his cum. Then he slowed, my pussy milking the last few drops of cum from him as he groaned and cursed. He pulled out with an audible pop and spun me back around to face him. He pulled me onto his lap and sat on the couch where I had just been fucked into hard.

“That was just as good as the first time, you’re like a drug, baby,” he whispered, smoothing my hair back from my sweating face.

“So are you,” I admitted.

He chuckled, kissing me and rocking me on his lap. We fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other partially naked. And when I awoke, Maverick and Carson were standing in front of us, staring. Carson looked royally pissed off and Maverick looked annoyed to say the least.

“What was my one fucking rule, Damien?” Maverick demanded, waking Damien from his slumber abruptly.

Damien smiled, looking at his brothers with a satiated grin. “None of us are to fuck her, but look at her Mav, she’s fucking perfect.”

“An angel,” Carson whispered, then turned on his heel and shot up the stairs, slamming the door to his room.

Did he just call me an angel? Carson?

“You’ve gotten under Carson’s skin too, look at that, baby.” Damien grinned, smoothing his hair out of his face and gently pushing me off of him, standing and walking to Maverick.

Maverick was a statue, bulging crossed arms and an eyebrow raised. “No more, Damien, I’m serious. This will complicate things.”

Damien’s grin faded suddenly and he nodded curtly, walking away and disappearing up the stairs. Maverick uncrossed his ripped arms and walked over to me with a displeased smile, but heat emanating from his gaze.

“Get dressed,” he grunted, jerking his head toward the stairs.

I stood, covering my naked body and hurrying up the stairs to my room to throw some clothes on. Once dressed, I made my way back downstairs to find some food. I ate a couple of snacks I found in the cabinets and ran back upstairs to hide.

I was mortified at being caught like that. And the way they just stared at me, their gazes burning into my naked body. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was hunger in those gazes as well. But more hate than anything from Carson. I didn’t understand why he despised me so much, but I just knew he did and he didn’t hide it.

A knock came at my door after watching TV for a couple of hours. I told them to come in and saw Maverick appear in the doorway.

“Get dressed, we’re going out,” he barked. But his hard mask slipped for just a moment and I saw a softness there in his face that touched me somewhere deep.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“A drag race.” That’s all he gave me before slamming the door behind him and leaving me alone. He was pissed at me and I knew exactly why. He saw me as some kind of a threat, and he didn’t trust me at all. Then I helped Damien break the rules. I was for sure on his shit list. I sighed heavily and put on something sexy just to fuck with him. I saw the looks he gave me here and there and I wasn’t dumb. It’s like he wanted to like me, to let me get closer, but he didn’t know how and wouldn’t allow himself. So, I decided to make it my mission to get to him one way or another.

Maverick

She looked so cute, all curled up in the bed with her comfy clothes on and no makeup. But I wouldn’t let that blind me, her attractiveness or nearness, despite me trying to stay away. Somehow, I found myself thinking about her too often or my feet would find themselves walking toward her for no reason other than to look at her. And when I found her with my brother, I was pissed. I was in charge, it was my gang and my rules.

It was confusing, because I hadn’t seen Damien with a woman in years, so seeing him happy with one was nice. But in the same breath, we couldn’t trust her yet. It was evident Damien was jumping the gun. Then again, he did meet her first and at her place of work. My emotions warred with each other within me. I shook my head melodramatically and walked downstairs to wait for Harley.

It was going to be an interesting night to say the least. I needed to see her in Cutler’s presence, see how she reacted to seeing him and being near him. I needed to know if she was a rat. This was the best way I could think of, and we’d also be able to establish our dominance as well as scoping out her brother. It was a win-win situation. If all turned out well enough.

My brothers were sitting in the living room, waiting as well. I gave them grim looks and paced, waiting for Harley, I couldn’t sit. After about thirty minutes, she appeared on the stairway and we all gawked at her, even Carson.

Her long strawberry streaked blonde hair flowed behind her. She was wearing tight black ripped jeans with her Doc Martens and a tiny tank top that showcased her flat belly with a dark gray leather jacket. Her makeup was impeccable, with little black lines coming off the corners of her eyes that made her look like an Egyptian goddess.

“You guys ready or what?” she smirked and I knew then exactly what she was doing and I wouldn’t let it work.

I flattened my lips into a hard line and nodded, following my brothers outside to the garage and into the SUV. I got into the driver seat and Carson got into the passenger side. Damien pulled Harley onto his lap and I cleared my throat. He pushed her off him gently and strapped her in. I rolled my eyes. So much good my rules were doing. Damien was head over heels it looked and I’m not sure why that bothered me so much.

I mentally shook myself and drove to the meeting spot for the drag race. Harley would surely stand out and I wasn’t happy about that either. But alas, we pulled into a spot and all got out, looking around at the tons of people mulling around. Car engines revved and girls screamed.

I looked at Harley with Damien draped over her and gritted my teeth when I saw men already eye fucking her. Damien noticed as well, but remained cool and collected with his arm over her shoulders.

Then we all saw him at the same time and froze collectively. Cutler. He was wearing a shitty suit and tie and looked ridiculous standing in a crowd of casually dressed people. He had a few girls surrounding them, cheap sluts from the look of them. He grinned widely when he caught sight of us, beckoning us over with his hand adorned with gaudy silver rings.

I nodded at my brothers and we moved as a unit, pushing Harley behind us.

“To what do I owe this pleasure? And who’s the girl?” he asked with that shit eating grin.

“You should know her,” I said, moving out from in front of Harley and letting him get a good look at her and vice versa.

I watched her expression harden and pure hatred cloud her eyes. Her little hands fisted at her sides and her jaw clenched tight. She really did hate the motherfucker. I was pleasantly surprised. I grinned slightly, turned to face Cutler and his cocked head.

“She looks familiar somehow. Oh that’s right, I took her brother yesterday. How fitting that she found you guys. Have you come to rescue him? On my turf? That just won’t do,” he tsked and snapped his fingers, men flanking him with their hands on their weapons.

“We’ve come to give you your rat back,” Carson spat at him. I looked at him sharply and he shut up.

Cutler laughed bitterly. “I don’t even know this bitch, let alone have her as some kind of informant or whatever the hell you guys are accusing me of. On my turf,” he added. “I don’t think I like your tones or presence quite frankly.”

His smile vanished and he looked pissed. I was sure she wasn’t one of his though, and that was the first step. I was an expert at reading body language and subtle cues and hints. She wasn’t his. I smiled and that pissed Cutler off more, his cheeks flaming red.

“You have something that belongs to us, Cutler,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Oh? And you’ve just now come almost a whole year later?”

“It didn’t disrupt business like you wanted it to, wasn’t that big of a deal at the time. But then recently I started thinking and I just don’t like the fact you stepped on our toes. If the product isn’t replaced within the week, we’re going to have a bigger issue,” I told him.

His face turned hard and a tic formed in his clenched jaw. “You come to my fucking race and tell me what the fuck to do? There’s three of you and how many of us are here tonight? Did you really think this was the right move, Maverick?” He spat my name out, like it tasted bad in his mouth.

Suddenly, Harley gasped and started sprinting to the left before I could grab her arm to stop her. She ran towards a lanky teenager with black medium length hair. He looked rough and I knew immediately it must be her brother.

“You gonna control your bitch?”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” I warned him. I nodded to Carson, not wanting Damiens feelings to get in the way.

Carson sprinted after her and snatched her up.

Harley

When I caught sight of my brother, I saw nothing but him. My vision tunneled and I just started running. He was about to get behind the wheel of some racing car and I was not about to let that happen. But right before I caught up to him, someone’s arms wrapped around me from behind and snatched me backwards.

I screamed like a banshee and tried to rip myself from his arms. Carson, I knew it was him from his wintergreen smell. “Let me the fuck go!”

“Be quiet and listen to me right now, if you do this, you’ll never get him back, you hear me?”

I stilled in his arms, my chest rising and falling with every breath. But before we could turn away, we were surrounded by Cutler’s men.

Fuck.

I knew I fucked up, but didn’t know what to do. It was my brother, right in front of me, wide eyed and watching my every move. I saw the glimmer of hope in his miserable face and it gutted me. He thought I was there to rescue him, and then I was going to just turn around and leave him again.

“Kody,” I whispered brokenly.

“I knew I recognized this bitch,” Cutler’s voice sounded behind me and I whirled around to face him, seething.

Carson gripped my arm hard enough to bruise and I pursed my lips into a tight line. It was extremely difficult, but I took Carson’s cue to shut my mouth. I didn’t want to end up hurting Kody.

“Watch your mouth,” Maverick warned him again.

It was endearing and odd to hear Maverick defend me. I loathed him but was somehow drawn to him at the same time. But I definitely thought he hated me, so I was surprised to see him take the risk of pissing Cutler off.

“I could say the same to you. So this is why you’re here tonight?” His sadistic smile widened and it made me cold all over.

“I already told you why we’re here, I expect that payment in full by the end of the week, like I said before. Now we’re leaving.”

“You think I’m gonna just let you walk out of here unscathed? I don’t know about that.”

“Do you think I’m that stupid to come here without a contingency plan? Without my people?” Maverick’s head cocked to the side, his gaze turning predatory.

Just as Maverick finished, his men appeared out of thin air, immersing from the crowd in greater numbers than I had expected. East Side men. I gawked as they surrounded Cutler and his men, hands on their weapons at their waists. Cutlers face paled, his mask slipping just long enough to show the fear lingering there, then anger contorted his features.

“Leave now before this turns to an all out war, Maverick.”

“Is that a threat?”

“More of a suggestion.” Cutler’s jaw clenched and Maverick smiled in his face.

“I think we’ll be on our way now. I hope to hear from you soon.” Maverick winked at him as we all walked past him and his sneering men.

Fuck them all.

I was livid, seeing red. I stayed put at first, staring into my brother’s wide eyes. Then Carson yanked me forward and Damien pushed me from behind. Cutler caught sight and snickered, walking over and clapping my brother hard on the back. He flinched and I surged toward him, only to be pushed and pulled by Carson and Damien. They led me to the SUV and threw me in, Carson glaring at me with a clenched jaw. Damien looked sad for me, giving me a placating look and I drew my gaze from him, burning holes into the back of Mavericks seat.

“Pull some shit like again and see what happens,” Maverick warned me.

“He’s my brother. He has my fucking brother and we just left him there,” I seethed, enunciating every syllable.

“If we pulled anything right then, we would have lost him for good. Now we know what the stakes are, what we have to do. He’ll use him as leverage now, he won’t kill him,” Damien explained softly.

I shook my head back and forth, my irritation flaring along with my anger. “This is bullshit, we have to go back.”

“Enough,” Maverick yelled from the front seat. “You’ll pay for what you did tonight.”

My mouth shut with an audible click, then opened again but before I could say another word, Damien’s hand was on my thigh, squeezing gently in silent warning to stay quiet. I whipped my head straight forward and stared out the front windshield, my thoughts swirling. I clasped my hands together in my lap, my palms sweaty.

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes later and Maverick was the first one out. He swung my door open and yanked me out by my arm.

“In the fucking house, now,” he ground out through clenched teeth, pointing towards the door.

He didn’t give me a choice, considering he dragged me through the garage door and into the living room where he pushed me against a wall, his forearm barred across my throat.

“Clothes off.”

“W-what?” I stuttered. My thoughts started swirling faster.

“Now.”

He stepped back from me and I rubbed at my throat, looking at Damien and Carson standing behind him. Carson’s gaze was icy as always, but Damien looked almost amused. Maverick had his arms crossed, waiting. He was serious and I was more pissed than scared.

“Fine,” I spat. I ripped off my jacket and tank top, throwing them to the floor. I bent and pulled my jeans off roughly, kicking them aside and standing with my hands on my hips. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a strip tease like I would do on stage. “Like what you see, asshole?”

“Panties and bra too.”

“No,” I retorted.

“It wasn’t a request.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and gritted my teeth but did as I was told, unsnapping my bra and sliding my panties off. I threw them at Maverick and he didn’t flinch. He just caught them both in one hand and glared at me. I shivered and the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“Turn around and bend over, place your hands on the wall,” he demanded.

I froze and he took a step toward me, so I spun around quickly and did as he said. I had been naked in front of hundreds of men, but somehow I was still mortified. The way they all stared was unnerving to say the least. Then I heard Mavericks footsteps approaching me from behind and I tightened my jaw, staring at the wall in front of me.

I heard a whoosh and the telltale signs of a belt buckle and my eyes widened. He was going to belt me and I wasn’t prepared in the slightest.

“Count for me, outloud.”

The first hit made me cry out from the shock and the sting radiated through my ass and up my torso. I stiffened and squeezed my thighs together at the sudden pooling wetness. My eyes snapped open and I hadn’t even realized I had shut them.

“One,” I managed to get out.

I heard Maverick raise the belt again and when it cracked down on my ass right where he had hit me before, I stayed silent, squeezing my thighs together even tighter and sucking in a breath. I didn’t quite understand what was happening, but somehow the pain was morphing into pleasure and it was rippling through my limbs like fire.

“Two,” I moaned.

And as Maverick was raising his arm for a third, he paused. I looked back and he had his head cocked, as well as Carson. Damien was wide eyed and moved his hand over his hardening cock straining through his jeans.

“You’re fucking turned on,” Maverick said more as a statement than a question. “I can smell it. Spread your legs.”

I did as he said and he moved closer, brushing his knuckle against my folds and bringing it to his nose.

“You’re fucking soaked.”

“I-I-”

“Count,” he demanded as he raised his arm for a third strike. It striped across my thighs and I gritted my teeth against the pain, then melted as it turned into pure pleasure between my legs.

“Three!”

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the wall but I couldn’t squeeze my thighs together any harder; I craved friction. I wanted to put my hand between my legs so badly but didn’t dare in front of them all.

I kept counting as Maverick kept bringing the belt down on my ass, alternating cheeks until I was shaking and could hardly hold myself up, but not from pain. The pleasure was spiking and I was soaring high by the time Maverick got to the ninth hit. And on the tenth, I came so hard I almost fainted.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

A rough hand on my shoulder spun me around and I faced Maverick but couldn’t look him in the eye as my orgasm slowly subsided. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his eyes. I was beyond mortified.

“Did you just?” Damien asked from behind Maverick, approaching at his left side and looking at me with eyes like saucers.

I looked down and Maverick jerked my chin up again. “You just came from a belting that was supposed to be a punishment. Go upstairs and get dressed.”

I nodded tightly and spun on my heel, grabbing my clothes off the floor and hustling up the stairs. I slammed my door and pressed my back against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I had no idea what was happening to me, but a part of me liked it.