Chapter 19

Summer nearly collapsed when she reached the bed. She was grateful Bridger lifted her by the hips and deposited her on her back.

Colter was there in an instant. He gently wiped her stomach clean and then turned to stroke the cloth over Bridger's still-rigid erection. He smirked as he kissed Bridger quickly on the lips.

Colter's shorts were gone now.

Summer swallowed as she let her gaze linger on his equally impressive erection. She pointed at it and blurted, "I'm trained to take care of that."

Colter flinched. "Then you will not be doing so. Let's stick to everything you've never done and avoid triggering you. Has anyone ever had their mouth on your pussy, honey?"

She shook her head, her cheeks heating.

Bridger dropped onto a hip next to her. "What about your breasts? Did anyone suck them?"

"No, Sir." She turned her gaze back to Colter. "No one spanked me either," she reminded him.

He groaned as he set a knee on the bed and climbed over her. His expression was strained. "When you say you're trained to suck cock, please tell me you weren't forced to practice on humans."

"I was not."

Colter blew out a relieved breath.

"Just one." She shuddered.

Colter lifted a brow. "Who do I need to kill?"

"A lot of people, but this was the handler," she admitted. She would have to tell them at some point. "It was part of the demonstration of our skills. After we performed our many memorized positions, we had to uhh…"

"Jesus," Bridger growled.

"At least I was blindfolded," she pointed out. Somehow, it didn't seem nearly as horrifying now that she was no longer in that disgusting man's possession, nor any of the other trainers or Master J himself. She was free of them.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Colter said in the same growly tone.

"Yes. I didn't have to look at his tiny dick. I just had to suck it."

"Tiny, huh?" Bridger asked as he trailed a finger up her arm.

"Very."

Colter drew in a long breath through his nose. "What else is off the table?"

Summer licked her lips.

Bridger tipped her chin toward him. "We want to make you feel good without triggering you."

She stared at him, wondering if it would be prudent to tell them more than she already had. "You'd never do any of the things I've endured." Her heart was racing. Part of her wanted to get it all out. They were asking. She should tell them. It would help them understand.

"No, we will not," Bridger agreed. "Will you share some of it, please, baby?"

"It will hurt," Colter continued, "but if you'll purge some of the horror, release it to us, you'll feel better. If you want, afterward, I'll flip you over and spank your bottom to help let it go."

That was what she really wanted, and maybe he was right. Her hell was boiling inside her. Would it feel better to talk about it?

"You want a list of things I won't like?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes, honey."

She inhaled deeply and set her gaze between them on a random unseen spot across the room. "Don't blindfold me and push me to the edge over and over for hours. Don't laugh at my tits and make fun of my cunt. Don't threaten to hold me down while you share me with dozens of men. Don't restrain me and put stimulants on my nipples. Don't ever take me to an unfinished basement for any reason. Don't cuff my wrists to the ceiling, rub my body down with soap, and then use a cold garden hose to rinse me. Don't make me kneel on a coffee table for hours with my knees spread. Don't use me as a table, leaving me on my hands and knees while you repeatedly give my tits a push so they sway for your enjoyment. Don't tie me spread eagle to the top of a glass table and toy with my clit until I want to scream. Don't give me my meals like a dog and force my face into a plate of oatmeal until I've licked it clean. Don't blindfold me and have six men hold me down with my legs spread wide while you let someone tattoo my body next to my pussy. And most importantly, never force me to crawl into a small dog kennel, restrain my wrists and ankles to the corners, and leave me there so long that I fill the tray with my pee."

She squeezed her eyes closed as she finished, and then a dam broke loose, and she started sobbing uncontrollably.

Bridger rose to sit and scooped her up, cradling her on his lap, holding her tightly—holding her together and keeping her from falling apart into tiny little pieces.

Colter crowded in at her back and dropped his cheek to her shoulder, his hand on her hip.

The two of them held her like that, rocking her and stroking her skin for a long time while she cried. Neither of them said a word. She was grateful. There was nothing to say. She'd lived through all of that, and it was over. All she could do was take things one hour at a time and try to move forward.

When she finally stopped sobbing, Colter disappeared for a moment and returned with a wet washcloth as Bridger leaned her back so he could gently wipe her face.

"You're so brave, baby," Bridger told her. "Thank you for surviving so we might know you."

It was the exact perfect thing for him to say, and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Was it odd that all three of them were naked? Not to her. Her nudity barometer was broken, perhaps permanently. Her sense of sexuality was warped. She was a freaking virgin with way too much knowledge about sex.

When she released Bridger's neck, she twisted her head toward Colter. "Now, will you spank me?"

His brow was furrowed, and he searched her face, but finally, he nodded. "If that's what you want, honey, yes."

"You said it would help me purge the icky parts."

"It might." He slid off the side of the bed and stood. "Do you think you'd like to lie across Bridger's lap while I spank you?"

She nodded. That would be perfect. Intimate. It would involve both of them. She looked toward Bridger. "Will you spank me, too?"

"How about if I start and Colter finishes?"

"Yes."

Bridger scooted them to the edge of the bed, where he sat and turned her over onto her stomach across his thighs. "Tuck your arms under your chest so they don't get in the way, baby," he encouraged. "We don't want to swat them."

"Have you ever heard of a safeword?" Colter asked.

She turned her face toward him and shook her head.

"People who practice any form of Dominance and submission always do so with consent. Even those who enjoy a slave relationship negotiate first and consent along the way."

She listened closely, though the concept was foreign to her.

"At Roses and Thorns, the club we belong to, consent is extremely important, and everyone has safe words. The universal safewords are red, yellow, and green, like a stop light. Green means you're enjoying yourself and would like me to continue. Yellow means you need a pause for any reason. Red means stop. Always. If we're going to spank you and show you a piece of our world, we need to know you will always stop us if you don't like something. Your need to call a halt could be because some part of you hurts, or it could be because you know it's not emotionally right for you."

She nodded.

"Lots of people like to be spanked. It can be cathartic. It can help purge negative feelings. It can be an adrenaline rush. It can bring out endorphins that feel euphoric. Some people like the pain and don't associate it with anything sexual. Some people get aroused and like to orgasm after impact play. Some people hate being spanked or struck by anything at all. That's okay, too."

She knew she was going to enjoy it, and based on how aroused she was already from listening to his intensity while Bridger stroked her back, she figured she would be even more aroused as soon as he started spanking her. Bridger certainly had been.

"What will you say if you aren't enjoying the spanking?" Colter asked.

"Red, Sir."

"Good girl." He smiled and kissed her temple. "I'll let Bridger warm your bottom up while I watch."

She settled her cheek against the bed and tried not to stiffen her body, already enjoying the way Bridger was rubbing her butt.

The first swat was so light she hardly felt it, but she flinched because the anticipation made her do so.

Colter squatted down next to the bed and stroked her hair back from her forehead, his face so close to hers they shared the same air. "Try to relax your body, honey."

She willed her muscles to loosen.

"Good girl."

A rush of wetness coated her pussy at those words. He had no idea how he affected her every time he praised her like that. No one had said a single kind thing to her in sixteen months. No one had praised her or looked her in the eye or stroked her skin with kindness.

The next swat landed on her other cheek, and she didn't flinch. Bridger peppered her with several lighter spanks. They barely stung. She knew it was nothing like what she'd watched Colter do to Bridger.

"Color, honey," Colter insisted.

"Green, Sir."

He smiled. "Good girl. More?"

"Yes, please."

Bridger rubbed her slightly heated skin.

Colter rose to his feet. "I'm going to take over. Bridger is going to hold you steady for me. We don't want to restrain you and cause you to panic, though. Just enough pressure to keep me from missing my mark. I don't want to injure either of you."

"Yes, Sir." The truth was she didn't mind if they held her in place. It was nothing like the restraints she'd endured under Master J's training. These two men didn't have a malicious thought in their minds. They weren't going to torture her or laugh. They weren't going to drive her to the edge of orgasm over and over and leave her hanging. She trusted them.

Colter's first swats were already harder than Bridger's, and she sighed as her body relaxed into the bed and went limp across Bridger's thighs. She loved the way he had one hand splayed wide on her lower back while the other applied slight pressure to the backs of her thighs.

After about a dozen spanks, she found herself floating. It was amazing. She felt like she was outside of her body, and she'd never experienced anything similar in her entire life.

She felt alive and invigorated like she could climb a mountain.

When he stopped and rubbed her heated bottom, she whimpered. She wanted more.

He leaned over and trailed a finger across her cheek. "Color, honey."

"Green, Sir," she chirped immediately.

"Good girl." He kissed her cheek. "You want more?"

"Please." Her pussy clenched. God, those words…

Colter spanked her several more times, harder and faster. She finally lifted her head off the bed and moaned.

He stopped.

Bridger patted her inner thighs. "Spread your legs for me, baby."

She obeyed him, gasping as she realized how wet she was. When the air hit her pussy, she dropped her face back to the mattress.

Bridger slid his hand up her inner thigh so slowly she started trembling from the need growing inside her. Voices that weren't welcome in this room wormed their way into her mind.

"Don't you come, slut."

"Control your pussy, cunt."

"Remember what will happen to you if you can't control yourself."

She squeezed her eyes closed, willing the voices to stop.

"Summer…" Colter's voice pulled her back to the present.

She blinked at him. "Please let me come."

"Okay, honey."

Bridger's fingers closed the last few inches and trailed through her folds. "So wet," he murmured.

When he found her clit, she moaned. "Please…" Her body was shaking.

"We're going to take care of you, baby," Bridger promised.

He flicked her clit over and over until she arched off the bed again, gasping, panting, needing more. "Oh, God, please…" She was right on the edge, but it was so hard to let go after being conditioned not to come.

Visions from the worst week of her life filtered into her mind unwelcomed. No. No…no…no, no, no. That didn't belong here. She wouldn't let Master J continue to control her. He wasn't here. He'd sold her. Her new Master was a good man who would give her the world.

She groaned in frustration and punched the mattress.

Colter's hands were on her hips in an instant. He lifted her off Bridger's lap, turned her over, and deposited her in the middle of the bed.

She was panting and about to cry from frustration. Without a single ounce of modesty, she let her legs fall open, and she cupped her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples hard, hoping the pain would help her get over the edge.

Colter climbed between her legs. "Look at me, Summer."

Bridger was kneeling at her side.

She met his gaze, her nostrils flaring with frustration.

"You went somewhere else, honey. Somewhere dark. Look at me instead. Focus on me and Bridger. You're safe here."

She twisted her nipples and lifted her hips off the mattress. Her ass burned deliciously every time she moved. No one was touching her.

"Do you want us to help, baby?" Bridger asked. "What can we do? Watch? Leave the room? Touch you again?"

"Touch me," she shouted. "Inside me. Touch inside me," she begged.

Colter glanced at Bridger, frowning. "Fingers?"

"Vibrator?"

Colter slid off the bed, yanked open the drawer on the nightstand, and returned with a long, slim, black, phallic-looking object. He held it out to show her, angling it so she could see a set of buttons on the side near one end. It came to life, humming when he pushed one of the buttons.

Oh, God. This was a vibrator. She'd seen smaller ones before. Sometimes, Master J's trainers used little bullets on her nipples or around her pussy. Nothing like this, though, and she realized it was meant to go inside her.

She snatched it out of his hand when it occurred to her that he wanted her to do it.

"Start easy, baby," Bridger encouraged. "Lowest setting. Circle your clit. See how it feels before you increase the vibrations. If you want, you can slide it into your pussy."

She was shaking so badly that she struggled to turn it back on. Then, she looked at Bridger, wishing one of them would do it.

He shook his head. "Own it, baby. Own your orgasms. Find out what you like."

It was nowhere near as thick as either of the erections bobbing in front of her. It was definitely bigger than a tampon, but it probably wouldn't hurt if she used it inside.

She was so aroused that uninhibited lust drove her to lower it to her clit, masturbating in front of them. She nearly shot off the bed as soon as she touched her clit with the tip of the toy.

"That's a good girl," Colter praised.

She moaned, not from the vibrator but from his words. Her eyes slid shut as she focused on the way her clit felt. Swollen and needy.

"Look at me," Colter demanded. "Focus on who you're with. You're here in our home, in our bed. Nowhere else. No one else belongs here. This is our special place. The only people who get to watch you come are us."

Her legs trembled as she circled her clit and then let the toy slide between her folds. No one was going to stop her.

Both men set a hand on her inner thighs and gently caressed the sensitive skin.

"That's it, baby."

"Such a good girl."

She met Colter's gaze. "Say it again," she murmured.

"Say what, honey? Good girl?"

She nodded, her cheeks heating.

His hand smoothed up and down her inner thigh. "Such a good girl."

Her clit throbbed. She cupped a breast and pinched a nipple.

"That's my good girl," he cooed. "Let it feel good. Give yourself permission to come. From now on, you own your orgasms—no one else. Show us how good it feels. Show us what a good girl you are."

Summer circled her clit a few more times and then let the toy slide inside her. It was tight, but it didn't hurt. It felt so good. So, so, so good.

When her eyes started to roll back, Bridger leaned over her and set a hand on the top of her head. "Eyes, baby."

She blinked at him and eased the toy in and out of her channel. "So good," she whispered.

"I know." He smiled. "Let it feel good."

"I'm a good girl," she murmured.

"Such a good girl," Colter agreed.

She slid the vibrator almost out and then in deeper. Suddenly, she hit a spot that made the earth stop spinning. For a long frozen moment in time, she hovered, and then she crested. Her pussy clenched around the toy, gripping it as spasms consumed her. The orgasm was even more intense than the one she'd had in the tub.

She couldn't keep from grinning as the waves finally slowed. When the toy felt too sensitive, she pulled it out and dropped it onto the mattress next to her.

Trying to catch her breath, she became a limp noodle, legs splayed open, arms too heavy to lift.

Both men leaned over and kissed her cheeks, nibbling paths down her neck and shoulders.

"Such a good girl," Colter repeated.

She let her eyes slide closed, and no one else slipped into the room. She was still with Colter and Bridger, and their scents filled the room. A strange serenity blanketed her. She was free, alive, and good.