Breathless Read online Cara Dee (The Game #3)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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“Please, please, please, please—”

“Do you even know what you’re pleading for?”

I don’t know!

“Get down on all fours,” he ordered.

I exhaled a pitiful sound and carefully dropped to my hands and knees. The water pelting down on my back made it impossible to figure out if I really was bleeding or not. I felt the pain…I think?

“I reckon it’s time to quit callin’ you fighter,” River said. “You haven’t resisted whatsoever.”

“I’m sorry.” I sniffled and hung my head. My brain couldn’t process anymore. “I like it when Reese calls me little fighter, though.” A flash of a memory whizzed by, of Reese holding me in bed and being all Daddy-like, and I wanted that very much right now. I couldn’t help it. I missed him. “Is he here?”

“Who?”

“Da—Reese.” Shit.

I didn’t get a response right away, but I heard him farther away, rustling with something. The sound of a zipper being pulled down was unmistakable.

“He’s here,” River replied eventually. “He’s gonna give you a nice flogging session.”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. Flogging was too pleasurable. If they mixed pleasure with my suffering now, I just might lose my mind completely. I didn’t want to be flogged. At all!

Both River and Reese were suddenly right by me. One kneeled behind me, the other rubbed my back in firm strokes. My fingers acted of their own volition and tried to dig into the tiled floor, the fear spiked, and yet I was unable to cower away from them. I stood there stock-still instead and just tried to control the ache in my stomach.

As I forced some air into my lungs, it hit me how stuffy it had become. My head was soaked by now, but I couldn’t tell the water apart from the sweat. Or the tears, for that matter.

“It hurts,” I rasped.

“What hurts?” River asked.

Everything. Ironically, everything except his two fingers that he was currently sliding up my ass. There was usually a sting first…

“I have to pee,” I whimpered.

“No one’s stopping you.” It was only a few seconds later that River pushed his cock inside me, and I couldn’t take it. Applying pressure to my prostate hurt more than I could put into words. Tiny explosions erupted throughout my body.

Shortly after, the first lashes of Reese’s flogger struck my back.

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

The pain spread like wildfire in my veins.

I started sobbing.

Too much, too much, too much.

River fucked me unhurriedly, effectively forcing me to feel every goddamn inch of his perfect cock gliding in and out of my ass. The sensations draped a warm blanket of lust over me, but it didn’t hold a candle to the hurt. And Reese’s work…I couldn’t. I didn’t know if it was pain or if it was pleasure. The thin leather strands of the flogger landed across my soaked back. I shivered, I trembled, I sobbed, I fucking moaned. Oh God, no. The rhythm of the flogger lulled me into a false sense of euphoria, and it was like when you woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom, but then you fell back asleep and dreamed that you went to the bathroom…only to wake up once more and realize you needed to go more than ever.

My breathing slowed down.

My heart rate returned to normal.

My tears stopped streaming.

It was as if my entire body was shutting down, and it was all because of what they were doing to me. River pushed in slowly as Reese’s flogger landed on my flesh with a hundred fiery splats, River withdrew his cock as Reese let the leather strands tickle my skin in their retreat, and River pushed in again as Reese started over. One continuous loop of smooth pushes and pulls.

“Let go, Shay.” River’s low command hit me at the same time as it felt like he couldn’t push his cock deeper. And he stayed there. “Humiliate yourself for us.”

I shook my head against the crushing embarrassment.

River chose to make it worse by reaching around me and wrapping his fingers around my semihard cock.

Then Reese had to make it worse too. As he increased the rhythm, he started alternating between clean strikes across my back, stinging blows along my arm, and slithering lashes near my ribcage, which caused the strands to trace the curve around my midsection and strike my stomach too. I couldn’t anticipate where the hits would land, but the last one turned me on beyond belief. Holy fuck, he was a god with that tool. He struck with perfect precision, the beginning of the leather whacking me hard against my side, and the strands plastered themselves to my body like a slap-bracelet until the very tips fanned out over the soft part of my stomach and rained a smattering of fire.

“You’re getting harder, boy. The longer you wait, the more difficult it’s gonna get to let it all go.”


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