Breathless (The Game 3)

And…nothing. Nothing at all. No pain, no pleasure, no touching, no voice in my ear, not even the song. Complete silence.

I exhaled shakily and blinked past the unshed tears and sweat.

One bead trickled down my temple and to my neck.

The ceiling fans that circulated the chilly air sent breezes to my back, and I could literally feel how wet my skin was. Was I bleeding yet? Had Daddy made me bleed? The thought was bizarrely arousing. I wanted to bleed for him.

I gasped, and my eyes flew open behind the blindfold. He’d removed my underwear for a reason, and he’d saved that motherfucking coconut-fiber flogger till now. The hurt was overwhelming and drowned out the pleasure.

Like a flip of a switch, I started crying uncontrollably. It hurt so fucking much that I didn’t know what to do with myself. The stiff, scratchy strands of the flogger lashed their way over my ass, seemingly ripping off my skin in the process.

“I love seeing you suffer, pup.” River’s voice rumbled in my ears and lifted goose bumps all over my body. “This is just the beginning for us. We will tear you up and push you down. You’ll wear our marks with fucking pride.” He sipped from his drink. “You will be our masterpiece.”

Something snapped within me, and the desire roared through my body. I…I didn’t know what was happening, other than suddenly someone was grasping my cock, yet the beating continued on my ass. The head of my cock met something soft and rubbery—no, silicone, something made of silicone—and it was wet, and it felt amazing. It swallowed my cock whole. A toy, one of those sleeves, like a Fleshjack.

I groaned between labored cries and tried to thrust into the wet, tight silicone.

“Look at you,” River chuckled. “You don’t need me to degrade you. You’re doing a fine job yourself. My brother is trying to be nice and give you the beating you’ve been begging for, and all you do is fuck the first hole your dick comes into contact with. With everyone watching you. You’re fucking pathetic.”

I moaned through a sob, and I couldn’t fucking stop. It felt too good. I thrust faster, spurred on by the insane pain Daddy was inflicting. My ass hurt more than my back already, and I needed to chase the pleasure to even things out.

“You don’t even care, do you?” River went on. “You don’t mind that everyone watching sees what a useless little slut you are. Not to mention ungrateful. But I guess I should’ve seen it coming after what you did during our scene in the shower room. Are you gonna piss yourself tonight too?”

“I can’t help it!” I cried hoarsely.

“Admit that you only obey a single urge—and it’s to blow your load,” River demanded. “Nod if you agree that you’re our sick, cock-hungry, worthless little come-dumpster dog.”

The shame pushed my mind down onto the floor, and I could only nod. He was right. I was their animal. They controlled me. They owned me. Without their sadism and guidance, I’d never feel this way. Free of boundaries, unshackled, filthy, hungry, raw, carnal. I didn’t care. I just chased the pleasure, even as it became one with the pain, both fueling me, both shoving me toward a sea of bliss.

“Daddy, I’m c-close,” I sobbed.

Had he stopped beating me? At this point, I couldn’t fucking tell.

I couldn’t wait for permission either. The lust exploded around me, and I slammed into the silicone sleeve as I started coming.

My head fell back, everything went silent again, and years’ worth of tension drained out of me. The floor had never seemed so appealing. I’d fall down the second I was released, and it didn’t bother me whatsoever. It was where I belonged. The floor was a welcoming place. A place for the defeated, a place for those who had no say.

God, it was liberating.

I wasn’t ready to leave my floaty space, so when Daddy—or someone—began unstrapping my legs, I checked out mentally. I didn’t have to do anything.

The silicone withdrew from my spent cock.

The strap around my midsection was removed, as were those around my wrists, and I fell back against a solid body. It had to be Daddy.

Now I just needed my Owner too, and all would be perfect in the world.This shower room was very different. Kit had told me about it. All the white tile was replaced by black rubber, and it was softer to the touch.

I was finally on the floor.

The headphones and blindfold had been taken off as soon as we’d come up here.

With my cheek resting on the rubber, I scratched my fingernail against it and smiled to myself. Lukewarm water rained down from above, and the two men who’d commanded every part of me were washing me carefully.

“Do you wanna try to stand up, little one?” Daddy murmured.