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. 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.

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 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.”

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.