Page 48 of Under Their Watch
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.
Theo place earbuds in my ears before classical music starts playing. I recognize it from the playlist. I listen to when I write. The fact that he remembered this detail is heart-melting. The vibrations start soft, and I sigh as I relax my body. I feel the music just as much as I feel the vibrations of the cool air rushing across my skin. When the whip snaps softly on my lower back, I flinch. A few seconds later, the whip snaps again on my mid back. This time I don’t move.
The vibrations intensify suddenly, and I moan. I don’t know how loud I am because the music has gotten louder as well, but I give in to every sensation. The whip cracks across my skin and leaves behind a sting, making me groan and sway slightly. Each strike thereafter is more intense than the previous. The vibrations steadily increase alongside the pain. Soon every hit creates a fire that scorches my flesh. He never hits in the spot in a row, so the pain is tolerable.
An orgasm is building, but it doesn’t break until the hardest hit thus far cracks across the back of my thigh. I scream out as pleasure racks from me. I can feel every inch of my body trembling. The hits come in rapid succession. One after another landing in a different spots, but the fire never subsides. He gives me no reprieve as he forces pleasure from me to match the pain.
I can feel myself disconnect through the next several hits until it feels like someone sweeps my feet out from under me and suddenly, I’m floating. Everything disappears from my mind, and I am finally at peace.
I open my eyes and blink a few times to focus. Quinn and Jace are sitting on the large ottoman while I am laying with my head in Theo’s lap. He is gently stroking my hair, but I pull away and sit up to recenter my mind.
“How do you feel?” Theo asks, gently rubbing my back now.
“Lighter,” I say. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says. “Look at me.”
“Yes?” I ask.
“You did so well, Rhea,” he says. “I am very proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I say as my cheek heats with a blush.
Theo stands and point to the ground in front of him. “Kneel for me, Rhea,” Theo says gently. I grin and move to the ground in front of him. I sit back on my heels, and he grabs my chin to lift my face. “You look so pretty waiting to get fucked… on your knees where you belong.”
“Look at her… A filthy little whore, waiting to be wanted.” Quinn says with a mocking tone. Fuck, that’s hot.
“You’re going to look so much better with a cock down your throat,” Theo says. “Do what you do best, Rhea. Open up and let me play.”
I open my mouth and expect Theo to ease into this aggression, but I am wrong. He grabs my face and starts fucking my throat hard and fast, not letting me breath and with a complete disregard to how much I’m gagging. I instinctively put my hands on his thighs to push him away, but he swiftly snatches them. He pulls my wrists behind my head and forces his cock down my throat further.
This is erotic on the level that I never knew was possible. I am being used so brutally by men who would happily give their life for me. That is trust on the highest level and no matter how much I’m starting to panic, I know they will not hurt me. I know I am safe.
When Theo pulls out of my mouth, he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back so I am looking up at him. I am panting and gasping for air. Saliva is coating my chin, neck, and chest. I am an absolute mess and I’ve never felt prettier. The way he is looking at me is more than just love. It’s admiration. It’s pride. If I wasn’t falling in love with this dynamic and everyone in it before, I sure as fuck am now.
“Fuck, Rhea, you’re stunning,” Theo says softly, not keeping himself into his aggressive role well.
“Oh no,” I laugh when he hands me off to Jace. He smirks and knocks me back on my ass before placing me so that my back is against the couch and my head is laying on the seat.
Jace places his knee beside my head and as soon as I open my mouth to accept him, he sets in on fucking me as hard as he can. I’m trying not to fight him because I love this so fucking much, but my brain decides breathing is more important. I start hitting his legs, but it doesn’t faze him.
“Choke on it, bitch,” Jace grunts out. “You like that? You like being used like a cheap whore?” I whimper in response, because I can’t exactly tell him how much I love it. Why is it so fucking hot for him to be so mean?”
Jace pulls out of my mouth and Quinn takes over without giving me any moment to relax, and he is just as brutal as I thought he would be. The way he pounds into my mouth makes my jaw ache, but I adore every second of this.
Quinn pulls out of my mouth and drags me up to my feet by my hair. I am dazed from minimal oxygen, but he keeps a hold on me as Jace takes me and gently moves me into his lap. He lies back and he pushes into me while Quinn steps behind me. Even in their attempt to brutalize me, they know the limits of my body. Quinn eases into me and my whole body is stiff. Having both filling me completely is intense. It takes me a moment to relax and accept them entirely. That is when everything flips. The moment they feel my body relax, Quinn and Jace start alternating strokes and push their cocks as deep as my body allows. They steadily increase their speed until I am almost screaming. Theo grabs me by the hair and shoves himself down my throat, joining the others in brutalizing me.
This is what true freedom feels like. It’s being pushed to your limit but never fearing the fall. It’s knowing they have thecapability to hurt you but understanding they have enough respect to never consider it. Despite their brutality, Theo is still pulling out of my mouth every now and then to make sure that I have room to call my safe word if I want. I whine every time he does it. Eventually, it gets to the point where I grab hold of his thighs to keep him from pulling back. He gets the message and focuses on getting off.
I am moving through one constant orgasm, desperately sucking Theo. Although it started with him brutalizing my throat, it has turned into me forcing his orgasm to surface. When it finally breaks and he starts to come, I swallow him down greedily. Almost in perfect synchrony, Quinn and Jace fill the room with their moans as they push to fill me with their come. Once I am cleaned and dressed, I end up curled up in Quinn’s lap.
“You with us?” Quinn asks softly.
“Mhmm,” I mumble. “Can I tell you guys something?”
“Anything.”
“I’m falling in love,” I murmur.