My brother steps back as I undo the belt holding her hands.
“Lie on the bed, Tesoro. Hands on the headboard. I understand why you’re scared, but I promise you, everything will be fine. Pick a safeword.”
I grab my leather wrist cuffs out of a drawer, climb over her, take one of her hands, and fasten it to the headboard.
“What’s a safeword?”
Looking down at her innocent face, I realize how inexperienced she is. She has been with men, but in all the wrong ways. My chest squeezes as I understand, for her, this really is her first time.
“A safeword is a word you say if you want us to stop. You need to choose the word, because you need to remember it,” Carter says. I’m pleased that the conversations we’ve had stuck with him. When I designed the playroom, he had a lot of questions.
I nod in agreement as I fasten her other wrist to the bed.
“What’s your safeword, Tesoro?”
She chews on her bottom lip anxiously, before finally answering, “Donut.”
Carter and I glance at each other and try to hide our grins. I’m not sure if this means she likes donuts or hates them, but it’s the safeword she has chosen, so we go with it.
Grabbing the spreader bar, I set it on the bed.
“I’m going to take your panties off and strap your legs to this spreader bar. It will not hurt, but it’ll keep your legs open. It’ll keep Carter comfortable, and everyone safe.”
I don’t love using a spreader bar with an inexperienced woman, but I’m more concerned about what might happen if she instinctively closes her legs around his head. My brother has never done more than kiss a girl, so everything from here on is unknown territory.
She doesn’t look at me, but at Carter.
“I can’t touch you. Can you come closer to me? You two m-may be used to this, but I’m f-fucking terrified,” she chokes out. “I’ve been tied up before, and I d-don’t like it. I’m doing this for you.” A tear sneaks out, and Heather’s sob quickly follows.
Carter gets onto the bed with her and strokes her face gently while I remove her panties.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl. We are going to take care of you,” he says, his voice sounding raw with emotion.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE HEATHEN
Carter leans over me, dragging his fingers down my throat slowly.
“It physically hurts to be in the same room as you and know I can’t touch you. You’re so fucking beautiful, my heart aches for you.”
Moving back, he gets on his knees beside me as Knox adjusts the metal bar, spreading my legs.
Carter drags his tongue over my nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking.
They were right to restrain me, because if I could, I’d run my hands through his thick dark hair. I understand the ache he described, because I desperately want my hands on him too.
Knox moves out from between my legs, and Carter drags his tongue down my stomach when I yell,“Donut!”
He freezes, and Knox says, “Carter, get up. She used her safeword.”
“No. Don’t,” I say, and am met with two handsome, but confused, expressions.
“I just needed to know you’d really stop.”
Knox rubs his temple, but Carter says, “I understand. May I continue tasting you, Little Heathen?”
I nod, and he sinks his teeth into my side.
