Breathless (The Game 3)

The song winded down after another round of hits, and I heard the distinctive sound of a cigarette being lit. It was followed by an exhale, and it made me shudder.

“Everyone watching right now will see you cry soon.” River’s warm whiskey voice filtered through. “They’ll see you surrender and lose your composure, and sometimes that’s nothing. Sometimes it won’t affect you at all.” He took a sip of his drink and let the silence stretch for a bit.

Sometimes it wouldn’t affect me, but other times…?

“Fuck!” I choked out. That was a cane. It had to be a cane. It felt like my upper back was on fire, like my skin had cracked. Christ, it was too early to lose my mind, but I couldn’t shake the fact that I’d barely heard my own outburst. It sounded like I was screaming inside my head.

Then River’s chuckle flitted through. “You’re so tense, little puppy. How’s that going to work when we try waterboarding? Relax.”

I screwed my eyes shut tightly behind the blindfold and couldn’t even breathe through the pain as Reese laid in on me. Over and over, he rapped the thin cane across my back and thighs. My lungs burned for air. The fire kept spreading. Sweat was already forming. Holy shit, it was almost unbearable. I hadn’t reached that point yet where pain became pleasure. It had to run deeper.

The mindfuck was well underway, though. When the beating ceased and Reese’s hands ghosted over my skin, that was the sensation that made my eyes burn with tears. I gulped in some air and let out a strangled cry when I felt his fingers trace a painful spot.

“But sometimes, boy,” River said, “having others watch your downfall will affect you for several days. Remember, during our first scene together, we made you piss yourself.”

I wanted to scream and growl, but the only sound that left me was a pathetic whimper.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to do that in front of an audience?” River asked.

“No!” I shouted.

Faint, muffled sounds of laughter pushed through the noise-cancelling headphones, flooding me with embarrassment. Did they know what River was saying? Could they hear him too? Or had they just witnessed me yell no for no apparent reason at all?

River’s voice brimmed with amusement. “We’re gonna have fun fucking you up, Shay.” The pain returned, more severe now. Lashes from a cat o’ nine tails strafed over my skin with its tiny bullets at the ends, and I white-knuckled my restraints. “We can make you forget your own name. You were put on this earth to be whatever the fuck we want, be it a nameless little mutt that eats off the floor or…maybe a toy we pass around to our friends. A silent, obedient fuckhole with a single purpose in life—to take as many loads as possible.” He groaned under his breath as hot flashes of humiliation penetrated me. “It gets me hard just thinking about how we can abuse you.”

Brutalize me.

Daddy had promised me the night we met that they would brutalize me.

I was almost there. The pain seeped deeper and deeper, claiming more territory for each lashing Daddy gave me. It blurred the lines and turned me into a lava field.

I cried out sharply and went rigid.

So close.

“More,” I breathed. “More pain…”

There was no way they could hear me. I couldn’t hear me. But the savage hurt returned repeatedly with various implements, and I was losing track of what’d been used. Rather, I couldn’t feel the difference as easily anymore, and the pain itself lost some of its sting. It morphed into liquid heat that was slathered over my body.

It short-circuited my brain.

It turned me on.

It gave me fucking wings.

The song came back on, the same one as before, the one about the beast coming, the one about loving someone to death. Time lost its meaning, and I existed for the pain. I existed for them. My heart drummed faster, lust filled my bloodstream, and I just took off. I fucking soared. I lifted my head, having not even noticed I’d dropped my chin to my chest earlier, and I inhaled deeply.

“Nod if you’re green, baby.” River spoke over the heavy song.

Heavy wasn’t the right word, but the beat was forceful and packed a punch, yet it was seductive and unhurried too. Or maybe heavy was the perfect word. Either way, it contributed to—wait. Nod. I was going to nod if I was green.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and nodded sluggishly.

I was so green.

God.

I didn’t know if I moaned or what, but Daddy’s hands on me felt good. He kneaded my ass cheeks, the only part of my backside that hadn’t been struck. Then something happened. He must’ve…oh. He was cutting off my briefs. I definitely moaned when he wrapped his fingers around my cock and jerked me quickly. But he disappeared just as fast.