“I’ll do anything you want,” I beg, emotion clawing at my throat as the words stutter from my lips. Knowing I really would do anything they asked of me if it meant I’d earn their forgiveness.
“Mmmm. Anything?” Coop asks with a wide grin as he gets to his feet, licking his lips as he appears to share an unspoken idea with his twin.
“Anything,” I confirm with more confidence than I feel.
‘Anything is a shit tonne more than we have, but okay.’I disregard the thought entirely. My lungs ache as I swallow back a tentative breath, my heart thumping with nervous energy as I glance between the two men, because deep down I know it’s true. I really would do anything just to have them look at me the way they used to before our lives blew up the way they did.
“Sit on it,” Caleb orders, his tone almost cruel as he refuses to offer me the slightest affection that I need. A wash of confusion masks my expression as I look around at what he might want me to sit on.
“SIT.ON.IT,” Caleb repeats, cruelly gesturing to the saddle slung over a gymnast’s beam that stands tall at hip height beside me. My lips part to ask why, but the tensionpulling at his jaw as he grinds his teeth with impatience has the question dying on my lips.
I’ve missed them—Cooper’s playfulness and his explorative approach to foreplay and Caleb’s authoritative manner as he commands my attention. His dark side daring me to disobey him so he can punish me. His brows pinch together as his heated gaze refuses to leave my reddening face, patience visibly waning as he waits to see what I’ll do. I lower myself into a side-saddle position. Before my arse has a chance to touch the leather, Caleb tuts his disapproval and shakes his head, and I snap back up to standing.
“I don’t see a lady anywhere in here, do you?”
Grinding my teeth, I fling my leg over the saddle and mount it. I straddle it easily, remembering how good it felt to ride their horses on the farm when we were younger. My booted tiptoes scrape the ground either side of me as I shuffle to get comfortable The hem of the tight leather dress inches up my stocking clad thighs and bunches around my waist. I go to shift my placement and tug it back down but stop dead when a warning growl leaves Caleb’s full lips.
He works his lip between his teeth, the anger palpable as he approaches me. “You don’t cover yourself from us.” He doesn’t wait for my response, nails raking over my sensitive heated flesh as Cooper tugs the dress up and over my head, my breasts bouncing free as the cool air tickles my pert nipples. I fight against the urge to cover myself; instead, I straighten my spine. The sodden gossamer thong silky against my slick centre is the only barrier between us now.
Cooper reaches for the buckle holding the length of material that is keeping the cat’s tail in place.
“Leave it,” Caleb practically growls the order, and Cooper chuckles heartily, his hands raised in surrender as he backs away.
Walking around to my other side, a pensive expression on his face, he appears to assess every bared inch of me like I’m an attraction he’s prepping for a show. The grin forms slowly across his lips when he’s done with his intense perusal of my body
“Much better.” It’s barely a crumb of praise, but it’s enough to have my mouth twisting in a proud smile. “Bared to the world and ready to take whatever it is we give you like an obedient little slut,” Caleb says proudly as he greedily peruses my naked body.
I shouldn’t like him calling me that, I shouldn’t feel all warm and snuggly inside—Caleb Knox is not my Prince Charming.
‘But he totally is though.’My friendly little alter ego chuckles at my expense. Even my brain is against me.
“Ride it,” Caleb growls, articulating each word pointedly so there is no room for misunderstanding. My jaw slackens. They are testing me.
Can I really be the good girl they want me to be? Can I be enough for these men?
A crimson flush of embarrassment crawls across my chest and up my throat. They are trying to humiliate me. My instinct is to climb off and deny them, to walk away with both the metaphorical and literal tail between my legs. But I know I won’t, my need to please them, to finally have them listen to my side of the story, outweighs my instinct to flee. So I steel my spine.
‘It’s what you deserve though—isn’t it?’I instinctively nod my agreeance at both the internal thought and to Caleb’s order. I vowed I would never choose between them, and they swore they would never make me. I should hate this, being debased this way—but it’s the lightning strike of arousal at my core that tells me I’m fucked up enough to be into this.
I roll my hips, slow and steady at first, unsure of why he’s ordered me to do this. When the tension begins to bleed from my limbs, I allow myself to relax a little, my weight acting as an anchor as my core glides forward easily. My swollen clit pulsing as it comes into contact with the raised curve of the stiff moulded leather.
“Fuck,” I say after a shaky exhale. The throb of need building in my belly the harder I grind against the saddle.
Through half lidded eyes, I see Caleb’s cock stiffen as he watches me intently. That emboldens me to rock forward with more force. This might be the quickest I’ve ever orgasmed. It’s not going to take much; I’m already so worked up. The building pressure turns into a raw need as I crest on the precipice of my looming release.
His fingers pinching my chin causes my eyes to fly open—snapped back from the floaty feeling that was taking over my body. This is the closest Caleb has allowed himself to get to me, warm heavy breaths caressing my cheek. The torture of him denying me my release is worth it as I breathe in his bergamot and leather scent greedily.
“You’ll come when we say you come, Dove, and not a moment before. You understand?”
I nod, groaning at the heaviness between my legs. Secretly hoping he’ll take pity on me and not make mewait too long. The hardness he’s got stashed away in his jeans is long and thick pressed up against my thigh—I guess we’re both being tortured here.
“Are you fighting the urge to move right now, Dove?”
I nod again, pouting, and his mouth lifts at the edges with a smile.
“As you were.”
I don’t need telling twice as excitement tingles in my belly. I start off slow, enjoying the languid reanimation of my pleasure that thrums beneath the surface of my sweat slick skin. My hand winding around the reins so I can keep myself upright.
