Then Cole gathered her hair in his hand and threaded it between her neck and her raised arm so that it hung over her shoulder and down her front, leaving her back bare.

She heard the snap of leather, knew that Cole was working the whip in his hand. He was good. Very good. She knew it firsthand.

"I'm going to mark you, Angelina. Not just a red welt here and there. It will hurt. It will be beautiful. You can stop me, but I don't think you will. I want to see just how far I can take you."

She closed her eyes and shivered, her stomach clenching in nervous apprehension.

The first lash caught her unaware. It was like a blowtorch across her back. Wicked. Hot.

Fierce.

She bowed her body forward, seeking escape from the cruel sensation, but almost as quickly as she did, another lash fell, and she cried out.

Oddly, the sound wasn't harsh. It wasn't ugly. What she thought would sound like agony, came out as a breathy sigh of intense pleasure.

176 Rick and Chris gathered to her right, absorbed in the display before them.

A third lash fell, and this time the cry came out garbled and choked.

And then Micah was in front of her, his hands cupping her face as he pressed his cock to her mouth. He tapped her jaw, a simple command for her to open to him.

He was past her lips and deep in her throat in a second. He held her in place, a prisoner, for she couldn't rear back. The lash awaited her there. She couldn't move forward because she couldn't take him any deeper. She was their captive. Their pleasure.

Micah fucked her mouth with hard, deep strokes. He pistoned in and out as if he were fucking her pussy.

Another lash seared across her flesh, forcing her onto his erection. Micah caught her head and held himself deep, his hips humping forward almost spasmodically.

They fell into a rhythm. He thrust. Cole lashed. She made a choking sound around Micah's cock, and he gripped her tighter until he was fucking her fast and furious.

"Holy shit," Rick breathed out. "That's fucking hot."

"How the hell is she taking it?" Chris asked in awe.

Micah withdrew, put his hand on her forehead to tilt her head back, and then hot semen splashed onto her neck and slipped down her body and over her breasts.

She sucked in air through her nose as she breathed through the fiery pain that Cole had inflicted. She didn't dare relax, because she knew another would come.

Only when Chris shoved his way forward, his huge cock fisted in his hand, did Cole administer another searing lash. She arched forward just as Chris shoved his cock into her mouth.

Her lips stretched around the head, and her cheeks puffed outward as she sought to take him in. She was in for a rough ride. He was hard. He lacked the finesse of Micah, and it was obvious he was so turned on that he was nearly mindless in his actions.

He fucked her mouth brutally, his groans mixing with the slap of leather and her muted cries of pain.

Amazingly, her clit throbbed. Her breasts swelled, and her entire body was wound so tight that she knew she'd climax soon, and no one had so much as touched her pussy.

"Take me," Chris said hoarsely.

177 He tilted her head up, and he rose up on tiptoe to angle downward. She choked and coughed. He only fucked harder.

The lashes fell, fast and furious. She twisted and undulated her body. She sucked as he powered into her throat. She wanted to come. She was frantic. She danced, her body jumping and writhing. Mindless.

When Chris ripped himself out of her mouth, she whimpered in protest. His cum coated the front of her body, just as Micah's had. It ran in rivulets over her skin, warm, soft, evidence of their passion.

Rick angled in from the side, his hand pumping furiously at his cock. Chris was still coming when the first rope of Rick's release landed on her breast.

"Fuck," Rick gasped. "Fuck!"

Chris backed away, and Rick leaned forward as the last of his cum danced on her nipple and dripped to the floor.

She had no more strength in her arms. Her back was coated in fire. Her front was coated in warm, sticky semen.

"Your ass now, Angelina," Cole whispered next to her ear.

Her head dipped to the side, and she closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Did he intend to fuck her ass?

She had her answer a moment later when a loud crack echoed through the room. She jerked forward and yelped in pain as the wood made contact with the globe of her ass.

Holy hell. It hurt.

Another shot and the wood landed against the opposite cheek. Burn. Pure fire. It was almost unbearable at first, before arousal bloomed. Sweet pleasure settled in like a haze.

A buzz began at the point of contact and spread outward, heated, prickling outward into a warm flush that invaded her veins like a drug. Sluggishly she processed the pain, but pleasure took over. Warm, sweet. Euphoric.

The blows landed hard. Each one was delivered with biting force. He alternated cheeks, and occasionally he'd stop and smooth his palm over her abused flesh.

His touch was nearly unbearable. It more than the wood aroused her hypersensitive skin.

And then he bent low and kissed her simmering flesh.

Micah appeared in front of her, and she could barely focus on him as he untied her wrists.

178 He helped her to her feet and then pulled her forward as two ropes fell from the ceiling.

He quickly secured her wrists with the leather straps and then he motioned to Rick, who pushed a button on the wall.

The ropes began tightening as they retreated into recessed holes in the ceiling. Her arms stretched high over her head until she balanced on tiptoe.

She shivered when Micah wiped a cool rag over her breasts, removing the semen from her skin. With careful motions, he cleaned her belly and then leaned forward to press his lips to hers before backing away to leave her alone again.

Cole moved in behind her, his chest flush against her aching back. He reached underneath her right leg and hiked it up at an angle. His cock touched her pussy and then moved higher to her anal opening.

His lips met the curve of her neck in the gentlest of kisses as he pushed against her ass.

She resisted at first, her entire body tensing. He nibbled delicately at her neck and then whispered against her ear. "Relax, Angelina. I'm not going to hurt you, baby. Let me in."

He was achingly gentle where before with the whip he'd been hard and brutal. If he'd punished her before, now he made love to her, his hands caressing the curves of her body, sliding over her belly and up to cup her breasts.

He thrust upward, and reflexively she tensed away again. This time Cole's hand tangled in her hair, and he yanked down, his lips pressed against the shell of her ear.

"Don't resist me."

Before she could acknowledge his command, he thrust again, and this time he slipped past her resistance and plunged deep.

His hand moved down to hook under her leg again, and he held it up as he thrust into her ass. In front of her, the game had begun again, and she could hear the others, on the couch behind her.

But Cole's attention was solely focused on her. His teeth grazed her neck, her shoulder and then he turned her face back to him so he could kiss the corner of her mouth.

After the initial thrust in which he asserted his control and his demand for her acquiescence, his thrusts gentled. He stood with her back nestled into his body, his arms wrapped protectively around her. His cock slid in and out of her body.

Slow. Tender. It was odd to her that they made love this way. Anal was supposed to be kinky, bold, somehow forbidden, and yet Cole made it seem so normal, a demonstration of his caring and regard for her.

179 She shook her head, confused by the sensations coursing through her body.

With one arm still propping her leg at an angle, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and slid his fingers down to her pussy.

As soon as he touched her clit, she sucked in her breath and tensed as sharp bursts of pleasure streaked through her belly.

Even then, he didn't hurry. He stroked in and out of her body with infinite patience, his every movement so gentle that her sromach clenched and her breath caught in her throat.

She quivered against him, her orgasm stoking and building, like breeze to flames.

"That's it," he murmured. "I want you to come for me, Angelina."

His finger rolled around her clit, pressing and rotating in just the right mixture to drive her crazy. She wanted him to come too. It was suddenly important that she please him in the same way he pleased her.

She twisted restlessly, her nipples beading and puckering. She went up on her toes, her feet flexing as her arms strained and pulled above her.

Then he began thrusting harder. Slow, but firmer, with more force, as if he knew she needed more to put her over.

His fingers slid lower, circling and rimming her entrance. He plunged a finger inside and then withdrew it, spreading her wetness over her folds and back up to her clit.

"Let me hear you," he whispered. "Don't hold back."

She let out a soft cry that elongated and became louder as his finger picked up speed.

Pressure. So much tension. Her entire body was bowed, so tight she thought she might break.

He was pounding against her now, harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass.

And then he slid farther inside, deep, so deep. She gasped and fell apart, and he held himself there as he shook against her. He strained forward, pushing himself tight against her willing flesh.

Her sob echoed over the room and she fought for breath as pleasure overtook her, robbing her of sight, of her sense of time and place.

Her back throbbed. Her ass ached. And still he worked in and out, not yet soft after his release.

"You're beautiful," Cole said as he kissed her shoulder. "I've seen so many beautiful 180 women come into The House. You're the first I've been with."

With that statement, he withdrew and moved away from her. Her knees buckled, but again Micah was there to catch her. The ropes descended from the ceiling, and the ache in her arms increased as she was able to lower them.

He gathered her in his arms and picked her up. When he walked past the couches, she looked inquisitively up at him.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "We're going upstairs. I don't think anyone has any interest in the game anymore."

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CHAPTER 29

Cole walked ahead of Angelina and Micah into the common room and flipped on the lights. Micah carried her over to one of the couches and set her down. He touched her cheek and said, "Cole and I have some setting up to do. You can entertain Chris and Rick until we're done."

Rick stood to the side and stripped out of his clothing as soon as Micah moved away.

When he finished, he sat down on the end of the couch and reached for Angelina's hand.

With his other hand, he stroked his cock to hardness then pulled her toward his lap. When she was close, he reached up and tangled his hand in her hair. He pulled her head down to his lap.

"Get her on her knees," Chris said. "I want to fuck her again while she gives you a blow job."

"You heard him," Rick said roughly. "Up on your knees. Stick that pretty ass in the air."

She complied with his order and then lowered her head. Rick gripped the base of his cock low, his fingers wrapped around his balls. He pushed her down with his other hand while he fed his erection into her mouth.

The couch dipped as Chris got on his knees behind her.

"Did Cole stretch your ass out enough for me?" Chris taunted softly.

Despite the crudity of his words, he carefully prepped her, sliding lubricant over her opening. He worked patiently, easing one finger inside and then two. While she sucked Rick's cock, Chris gently fucked her ass with his fingers, adding more lubricant as he stretched her opening more.

"I won't lie to you, sweetheart. This is going to feel like your first time all over again. It'll hurt like hell when I first get in. I'm going to take it easy, but don't fight me. It'll go a lot better for you if you don't."

Rick stroked his hand through her hair, holding it back so he could watch his cock disappear into her mouth.

"Don't fight him," Rick advised with a grin. "He'll just enjoy it more, and he'll get 182 rougher."

She nodded her acceptance just as Chris butted his cock head to her opening. She swallowed nervously, and Rick groaned.

"Ah, shit, that feels good."

He lifted his hips as he held her firmly in place.