17. Luke

I watch her body jolt,the shock of my slap vibrating through her, and I can't deny the thrill it gives me. Her eyes, wide and tear-filled, meet mine. There's a vulnerability that stirs something dark and possessive in me. This woman, this perfect, broken toy, is ours.

"You like that, don't you?" I taunt, my voice cold. "You fucking love when we use you."

She nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her whole body is trembling. The sight of her sprawled out, covered in cum and flushed with exertion, is enough to make my cock harden again already.

Cian grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so he can whisper in her ear. "You're our little doll now," he growls. "We'll fuck you how we want, whenever we want."

Her eyes close as she succumbs to the raw brutality of my second slap to her cunt.

Leaning down, I lick her clit. She shivers at the touch, and then I slap her again.

She whimpers, but all it does is drive me to hurt her some more. I know the second I cross a line, she will tell me, and I'll stop. She is strong enough to know her own limits and badass enough to end anything she doesn't want. I place all my trust in her because when I look at her like this, naked, bruised from our grips around her hips and her throat, I don't trust myself not to go too far.

Cian reaches over to pull his knife out of his discarded pants, placing the flat side of the blade against her cunt.

The cool metal against her skin makes her gasp, and I can see the mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. Cian slowly drags the blade up, tracing a path from her pussy to her stomach, leaving a faint red mark in its wake.

"Do you trust us?" Cian asks, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," she breathes, her voice trembling but steady.

"Good," he replies, moving the knife up to her chest, just grazing the surface of her skin. "Because we're going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

I run my thumb over her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her moan. But then I pull back and climb off the bed. Her eyes follow me as I leave the room. Walking to mine next door, I go straight to the wardrobe and pull out a safety box. Carrying it back to Victoria, I lay it carefully on the bed and press my thumb to the scanner. It clicks open, the noise loud in the silence.

Grabbing the handcuffs, I hand them to G, who cuffs her wrists above her head. She squirms, but she settles instantly as Cian shoves the handle of his knife into her pussy.

"Be still," he murmurs. "One wrong move could get you hurt, killer."

Picking up the gun, I check it even though I know it's empty. Victoria doesn't know that, though, and her eyes widen as I trail the barrel over her skin.

Cian chuckles and removes the knife, dragging the tip over her exquisite skin to press the blade to her throat.

Reaching her pussy, I tease her clit with the barrel of the gun before I shove it inside her.

She moans, fear stiffening her body. I move the gun in and out of her pussy slowly, relishing the way her body reacts. Her breath hitches, her muscles tense, and her eyes are wide with terror and ecstasy. It's a high I've never experienced before, seeing her so completely at our mercy.

"Such a good girl," I whisper, mockingly sweet. "You take everything we give you, don't you?"

She nods again, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. There's no hesitation in her submission, only raw need and trust. I can feel myself getting harder with each passing second.

Cian's free hand clamps down on her thigh, holding it in place as Gianluca leans over to lick the tears off her cheeks. His tongue trails down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting until she cries out.

"That's right," Cian murmurs, his voice dark, commanding. "Scream for us."

The room is filled with the sounds of her whimpers and our harsh breathing. Each movement is calculated to push her further into submission, to make sure she knows exactly who owns her now.

It's like she's being torn apart and put back together all at once. I'm mesmerised by the sight of it as I slowly thrust the gun deeper into her cunt.

She arches her back, the tension in her body making every line of her perfect form stand out against the sheets.

"You are fucking beautiful like this," I whisper, my voice dripping with adoration. "Our perfect little dollie."

Cian drags the knife down between her breasts, the blade leaving a faint red trail that makes her shiver. He presses his lips against hers, and she responds eagerly, her body seeking out each sensation with a kind of desperate hunger.

I twist the gun slightly inside her, and she gasps into Cian's mouth. Gianluca's teeth graze over her nipple again, harder this time, drawing another sweet cry from her lips, and we witness her complete surrender to us.

"That's it," Cian says softly against her lips. "Give in."

Her breathing is erratic, a mix of soft moans and sharp intakes of breath as I continue to fuck her with the gun. Every thrust is slow and deliberate, designed to push her right to the edge without letting her fall over it.

Cian's hand moves from her thigh to her throat, squeezing just enough to make sure she feels it, but not enough to hurt.

"Please," she whispers, barely able to get the word out through the pleasure and fear.

"Please, what?" I ask, leaning down so my breath brushes against her ear.

"Please... let me come," she gasps, her voice trembling with desperation and craving.

Cian's grip on her throat tightens slightly, and he smiles darkly. "Not yet, dollie," he says. "You come when we say you come."

I keep the gun thrusting inside her, slow and steady, while my free hand trails over to toy with her clit. Each touch makes her body quake, every sensation heightened by the sheer intensity of our control over her. Gianluca releases her nipple with a final bite, his eyes devouring the sight of her.

Her hips buck against the mattress, muscles straining against the cuffs holding her wrists in place. She whimpers again, a sound caught between agony and ecstasy.

"Time to push our little dollie just a bit more," Cian says.

With that, I pull the gun out of her slowly, watching as she shudders at the loss of contact. Gianluca reaches into the safety box again, pulling out another set of handcuffs—different ones. These have small spikes on the inside. He removes the current set and then clamps them onto each wrist, drawing a pained cry from Victoria before it transforms into something darker, almost a growl.

"You like that?" I ask, my voice husky.

She nods again, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that nearly takes my breath away. The raw need in her gaze is intoxicating, driving me to push her even further. I glance at Cian, who nods approvingly, his grip still firm on her throat.

"Good girl," Gianluca murmurs as he trails his fingers down her belly, pausing to pinch her clit hard enough to make her gasp. "You take pain so beautifully."

Her body arches off the bed, a symphony of pleasure and agony coursing through her veins. I lean down to kiss the inside of her thigh, my teeth grazing the tender flesh before nipping hard enough to leave a mark.

"Now, let's see how much you can really handle," I whisper against her skin as I reach for the box of pain again and pull out a thick metal shaft. It's cold to the touch as I push it inside her slowly, watching as almost every inch disappears. Her back arches, and a guttural moan escapes her lips. Leaving the rod inside her, I reach for a magnetic clit clamp, which I attach to her and press it closed. She writhes on the bed, the spikes on the cuffs digging into her wrists with every movement, causing fresh rivulets of blood to trickle down her arms.

Twisting the shaft inside her, I pull it out and push it back in with a rhythm that makes her sob with agony and pleasure. Gianluca leans over her, his mouth hovering just above her lips, teasing her with the promise of a kiss he never delivers.

"You want to come, don't you, dollie?" he asks, his voice a seductive purr.

"Yes," she breathes out, her voice strained from holding back the scream building in her chest. "Please."

I press the magnetic clamp harder against her clit and watch as her body convulses, the tension in her muscles escalating to an almost unbearable level. She's right on the edge, teetering between submission and release. It's exactly where we want her.

"Then beg," I say, my tone commanding. "Beg us to let you come."

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before they open again, wide and pleading. "Please," she whispers. "Please let me come. I'll do anything."

Cian's smile is dark and approving. "Not yet."

The frustration in her eyes is fierce, but she doesn't argue. Instead, she throws herself deeper into our control, offering every inch of herself to us without reservation.

I increase the pace with the metal shaft, thrusting it in and out of her quickly now, while my thumb rubs circles onto the clamp around her clit. Her body spasms violently beneath us, and fresh tears stream down her cheeks. "Please," she cries out.

"We don't listen to dollies," I murmur. "Dollies have no say in how their owners play with them."

Her tears are like gasoline on the fire of my desire. Her body is torn between seeking relief and embracing the torment we provide. Gianluca holds her steady as she writhes. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a plea unspoken.

"More," Cian commands, his grip tightening on her throat. "Show us you deserve it. Show us how much depravity you can take before you break."

That's my cue to reach back into our box of pain and retrieve a leather paddle studded with metal rivets. I bring it down on her inner thigh with a resounding smack. Her scream fills the room, echoing off the walls like a siren call to my darkest desires.

"Count," I order, raising the paddle again as Gianluca rolls her over and drags her hips back so her ass is in the air, her cuffed wrists in front of her.

"One," she chokes out.

I strike her ass.

"Two."

Her voice wavers, but she keeps counting each blow I deliver. Her skin is angry with red welts where the paddle makes contact, each strike leaving behind a pattern of pain and submission. With every number she utters, I feel her resolve cracking, but she doesn't break. Not yet.

"Three," she cries out, her voice barely more than a whisper now. Her body is trembling, soaked in sweat and tears.

I pause, letting the anticipation build, watching the way her ass quivers in expectation of the next blow, which is harder than the last.

"Four." The word is shaky, almost unintelligible through her sobs.

She's a mess of torment and longing, a beautiful ruin beneath us.

I bring the paddle down on her other ass cheek and she mewls but gives me what I want. "Five."

Dropping the paddle, I murmur, "You did well, dollie."

Her reaction is instantaneous. Relief floods through her body as she collapses to the bed, and Cian rolls her onto her back again.

"It's not over," I remind her softly but firmly. "We own every part of you until we decide otherwise."

Gianluca shifts, lying beside her and pulling out another toy from our collection—a slim vibrator that he places directly against the clamp on her clit. The vibrations send shockwaves through her already overwhelmed body.

She twitches violently at the contact, back bowing as she tries to process the new sensation layered on top of all the others.

"Let's see how well you can hold on now," Gianluca mutters, adjusting the intensity of the vibrator. Her moans become a symphony of tortured pleasure, each sound making the air around us feel electric.

"Feel that, dollie?" I ask her. "That's what obedience gets you."

She arches her hips towards the vibrator, desperate for more friction, for sweet release that we don't allow yet.

Gianluca pulls it away just as she's about to tip over into oblivion, edging her mercilessly. Her scream is one of pure frustration and denial.

"You haven't earned it yet," he says. "You haven't show us you will do anything we say yet."

I look at Cian and we share a silent understanding. It's time to push her further. I retrieve a length of rope from our box of toys and begin winding it around her ankles, binding them together tightly. Her eyes flicker with fear and arousal as she watches me work.

Cian's fingers trace a light path down her chest, his touch almost gentle compared to everything else we've put her through. "You'll prove your worth," he whispers.

"We're going to push you further than you've ever imagined." Gianluca's words are a dark promise that makes her body tremble.

I grab another toy, an electrical pulse wand, and hold it up where she can see it. Her eyes widen in understanding and fear. "Ready to be a good dollie?" I ask. "But remember, dollies don't move or make a sound, hmm?"

She doesn't react, which pleases me intensely, tears continuing to stream down her face but there's a fierce determination in her eyes now. This is what she signed up for; this is what she craves.

I bring the wand close to her skin and activate it, sending small jolts coursing through her body. She jerks violently at the sensation, mouth open in a silent scream. Cian's hand over her mouth prevents any sound from escaping.

Her body tenses, every muscle contracting as the electrical pulses travel through her. It is intoxicating. I can see the fight in her eyes, a desperate struggle to maintain control, to prove herself worthy of our attention.

"Good dollie," I murmur as I increase the intensity, watching her body convulse. She's barely holding on, but she doesn't break. Not yet.

Cian's fingers trail down to the clamp on her clit, adjusting it slightly to heighten her torment. "You're doing well," he praises softly. "But let's see how much further you can go."

Gianluca replaces the slim vibrator against her clit, this time setting it to a higher intensity. Her reaction is immediate. She arches off the bed, back bowing as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations assaulting her from all sides. She doesn't make a single sound.

I guide the wand down her body, letting it caress her skin in slow, deliberate movements. Each touch elicits a new shudder from her, a fresh wave of tears that soaks Cian's hand still covering her mouth. Her body is a canvas of agony and ecstasy, painted with each stroke of cruelty we inflict.

"Keep still," I command as she writhes beneath me. "Remember your place."

Cian growls and clamps his hand over her nose, cutting off her air supply as she bucks wildly against the restraints. Her eyes widen in panic, but she doesn't lose control, doesn't break free. This is what she wants—the ultimate surrender.

"You're ours," Cian murmurs, voice low and possessive. "Every part of you."

She's near the edge again, teetering on the precipice of a release we still won't grant her. The vibrator against her clit is relentless, pushing her closer and closer to that elusive climax.

I lift the wand and bring it down her inner thighs, leaving a trail of electric fire in its wake. Her muffled screams vibrate through Cian's hand as she struggles to maintain her composure. The room smells of sweat and arousal, thick with the charged atmosphere of our dark games.

"Don't disappoint us now," I whisper.

Gianluca takes over the wand, his eyes fixed on me as he presses it against her nipples. The shock sends another jolt through her body, making her arch up off the bed in a desperate plea for relief.

"More," Cian commands, as he pulls his hand away from her mouth just enough for her to gasp for air. "Show us your devotion."

With each new touch of the electrical pulses and the relentless buzzing of the vibrator, she's driven deeper into a state of frenzied submission. She is so close—her body straining towards that forbidden climax with every ounce of willpower she has left.

And then we stop.