Unleashed by Kate Douglas

bothered her. A lot. The fact Locan actually appeared to be enjoying himself was sort of weird, too, but if he wanted Addie to wait, she could wait.
    Jett obviously wasn’t as worried by what he was watching as she was. His body language told her he almost wished he was out there next to Locan. Men. She stared at Az, who sat patiently in the shadows, but he wasn’t any help and Addie hated not seeing what was going on. She kept wondering exactly what Namaka was doing to Locan.
    When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she rolled back around so she could watch, just as Namaka pulled away from Locan’s huge erection. He cried out as his cock slipped slowly between her lips. Like his chest, his shaft had been scored with long, shallow cuts that dripped blood. Namaka leaned close and licked the crimson drops. Addie turned to Jett, wondering if her eyes mirrored the horror in his.
    Now? she asked.
    No, Locan said before Jett could respond. Not yet. Please, not yet.
    Addie stared at Jett. What the hell is going on?
    I don’t know. Jett sighed, shaking his head. For now, we do as he says.
     
    * * *
     
    He should feel shame, that the two he loved were here to rescue him, and yet he didn’t want this torturous joy to end. He’d never thought of himself as one who relished pain. Not like this, but even when Namaka sliced the length of his cock with her teeth, cutting him slowly as she pulled him from her mouth, he’d felt his arousal reach new heights. The thick dildo she’d shoved inside him sent shocks of sensation through his entire body, his buttocks throbbed from her beating, and the myriad cuts and slices all over his chest seemed to ramp his arousal, his unbelievable need, higher by the moment.
    He was lost in a haze of pain and desire, so entirely caught in the web this spider was weaving about him that a world beyond pain, beyond sexual desire, no longer existed. He knew Addie and Jett watched him, and the combination of humiliation and physical agony fueled his need and reinvented the levels of arousal his body might reach.
    Something jerked him until he felt as if he spun in circles. He opened his eyes, and his world was spinning. Then he realized Namaka was doing something to the frame that held him, tilting him, tipping him forward. His knees were bending and yet he was still tightly bound, unable to move even a muscle on his own.
    Except for his cock. The cuts must have been shallow because the bleeding had all but stopped, but he’d never been so large, never felt such a powerful thrumming of blood or been so aware of pain, of each stinging slice running from the base to the full length of his foreskin. Thank the gods, she appeared to have spared his sensitive glans or he’d be writhing in agony.
    Maybe that was yet to come. Thinking of it made his breath come faster, his heart beat harder. He cursed silently as arousal surged higher, harder. Arousal from imagining pain even more extreme than what he’d already experienced? But why? The thought made him ill, that he wanted more pain. It made no sense. This wasn’t who he was. Was it?
    Movement finally stopped with him leaning forward, his legs closer together now, which increased the pressure from the dildo in his ass. He sensed someone behind him, but Namaka drew his attention. She was entirely naked, lying on a low couch in front of him, parting her legs, pulling him closer, and closer still. Obviously, she wanted him to fuck her like this, but he couldn’t move. He heard footsteps and wondered who the hell was behind him. And why? He thought of asking Namaka what she wanted now, but she’d told him not to speak, so he wouldn’t say a word.
    He gazed forward—the only direction he could see anything, since he couldn’t turn his head at all. Namaka lay directly below him, pulling him closer. The tip of his cock brushed the full lips between her thighs. She was wet and swollen, and she directed him between her folds until he felt the walls of her channel