CHAPTER 152: BOTHERED

"Alright then, come sit. We have a very mind-blowing session to watch. " He said, guiding me to the couch that sat before the mirror.

I sat between him and Troy, while Tristan sat beside him. Their giant, sturdy thighs parted as they all relaxed into the couch, in that peculiar manly fashion, making themselves very comfortable.

Whereas I was feeling giddy. The amount of testosterone that surrounded me was seriously intoxicating.

I turned to my left, leaning into Troy’s ear. "Hello," I whispered, earning a light chuckle.

"Hi, Princess. How are you doing?" He asked, as his arm snaked around my waist from behind, pulling me closer to him.

I instantly melted against his side as his delicious scent filled my lungs.

I had missed it. I had missed him.

"I’m fine. I missed you." I admitted, letting my head fall on his chest.

"I missed you more, Princess." He cooed, pecking the top of my head. "I was a bit worried that you were gonna elope on us."

"Elope?" I asked, looking up at him as I leaned away. "I don’t understand."

"We worried that maybe the club had been too much on you, so you decided to run." He explained, causing my confusion to triple.

"Why would you guys think that?" I asked, my tone had increased a little now.

"Think what?" Theo asked.

"Think that I eloped." I quipped, trying as hard as possible to swallow the intrusive thoughts that were bombarding my mind.

"We.." Theo stuttered, his annoyed gaze going to Troy.

"We panicked." Tristan chimed from where he stood before us. His expression was neutral.

"You spent a lot of time in the bathroom, and we were just spilling out the thoughts in our heads. We didn’t think you did, and I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way." He explained.

"Yes, Princess," Troy added earnestly, dripping from his words. "I meant it as a joke. I swear."

I sighed in relief, shutting my eyes for a second. I was tempted to speak to Maria, but she wasn’t a very predictable wolf and I couldn’t risk being screamed at.

So I sorted through my thoughts, as fast as I could, very much aware of how much my silence was killing them.

"I understand. I was worried you guys actually thought that." I said. "I’m sorry for spending so much time. I was... nervous."

"It’s okay," Theo said, placing his arm around my shoulder. "It’s expected. Besides, you were never really in the position to escape, even if you wanted to." He added, winking at me.

"Now, that’s mean." I chimed, pointing my index finger at him. "You don’t know what I’m capable of. Ask Tristan." I said with confidence.

Tristan scoffed obnoxiously. "She’s capable of a few hits and has very little potential." He remarked, causing his brothers to laugh at me.

"A few hits?! Very little potential?! You guys are just crazy." I squeaked, pulling myself away from Theo’s hold, but the fucker held me tighter.

"Now, now, Princess." He cooed, bringing his lips closer to my ear. "We are crazy, but only because of you." He said smoothly, looking smug.

I gave him a look, sizing him up, "That wasn’t supposed to be a line, was it?"

He scoffed. "Now, you’re being mean." He whined.

"Tsk, tsk. Just consider it payback." I said, smirking proudly. I saw Tristan shake his head in my peripheral vision, while Troy snickered beside me.

"If we let you guys continue, we’re not going to get anywhere," Tristan remarked, going back to his seat.

"Well, you started it." I clapped, stretching my neck could see his face from behind Theo’s head. "You could’ve just said I tried, or something in the lines of ’She’s pretty strong for her age,’ but no, you went ahead to roast me." I quipped, glaring at him. Well, the part of him I managed to see.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe when we rematch, I can try to take down notes." He clipped, sticking out his tongue, and I did the same without wasting a breath.

"Alright, that’s it." Troy chimed, getting up from beside me.

"Ah, ah! Don’t speak." He raised his index finger, signalling that I hold my peace. "I know all I did, and wouldn’t like to be reminded, thank you very much." He quipped, the corners of his lip turning up when he saw me let down my guard.

"Thank you." He mouthed, blowing me a kiss. "Now, can we watch the session? I’m pretty sure their tired of waiting."

Theo scoffed. "Like we care."

I looked at them with confusion, trying to understand what they meant by session. Luckily, I didn’t have to ask because the mirror before us turned into a screen, and what I saw left me bewildered.

It was a live BDSM session.

With slightly parted lips, I let my eyes wander, taking in the different equipment and accessories that lined the walls of the room, utter confusion and a bit of fear filling my mind and heart.

"Keep an open mind, Beth. An open mind." I admonished myself in my mind as I stared at the screen.

I could feel their scrutinizing gazes on me, so I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible. Couldn’t have them think I was getting uncomfortable and all.

Who knew what they were going to think this time?

The woman in the room knelt on a small mat, hair in a slick ponytail, arms stretched forward, back straightened, and in nothing but a lace panty, and a six-inch pair of pointy blood red heels.

Her smooth, supple skin shone under the light as she waited for the man to appear.

In a few minutes, he made his presence known, clad in nothing but a tight, black pair of jeans that hugged his humongous thighs.

He strolled to where she knelt and placed his hand on her head, slowly taking it lower so it was beneath her chin.

He raised her head so she was looking at him. Her hungry, lust-filled eyes caught me off guard a bit.

I had assumed she was an actor who had probably been paid to carry out the act, so I expected her eyes to be empty.

I was kinda glad it wasn’t, because I really didn’t know how I would have watched someone moaning with empty eyes.

She looked at him with a certain amount of expectation that piqued my interest. Like she wanted it. All of it.

"Mira." The man called in a very deep voice, and I couldn’t help but swallow because it sounded very familiar.

"Yes, Sir." She responded in a very seductive tone.

The tension between them was practically a crackling herth, that had the potential of starting a massive fire.

"You know you’re going to get punished today, right?" He asked, with a hint of softness to his voice.

"Yes, I do." She responded, a little too eagerly for someone about to get punished.

"Good girl." He said, almost in a whisper, brushing his thumb against her lips. "And what did you do?" He asked.

"I got drunk without permission." She responded without wasting a breath.

"Good." He said, retracting his hand, taking a step back. "Get up." He instructed.

Mira followed his instructions fluidly, back straight, shoulders erect, eyes boring into the man’s eyes.

"Go to the table and bend over." He instructed again, heading to a section of the room where leather whips lined the wall.

She walked briskly to a flat padded table and bent over, sticking her bare ass in the air, as she let her arms fall to the side.

The man took his sweet time selecting the perfect whip, and when I saw his choice, I understood.

He chose a sturdy-looking whip with several leather fringes, each rimmed with feathers. It was definitely going to hurt, but not so much, I hoped.

He ran the feathery fringes against her skin, from her legs to her back and down. She shivered in response, letting out a low hum.

"Count loudly." He instructed as he took a step back, his stance showing that he was about to start whipping.

My heart pounded in my chest as I contemplated watching.

What if he hurt her? What if she cries? Would I be able to stand it?

So many questions ran through my mind, but as he lifted the whip, I shut my eyes immediately, using my hands as extra coverage.

A loud moan rang out through the systems, almost immediately after I had heard the sound of the whip connecting with her flesh.

Without thinking, I brought down my hands and stared at the screen with wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Did she just...?" I couldn’t help but ask out loud, even though I was too stunned to complete the sentence.

None of the boys responded, but I didn’t need them to because he whipped again and she jerked her ass upwards, towards the whip and not away from it as a louder moan escaped her lips.

" cow!"