Carter growls as he fists his cock.
“Fuck. That’s our good girl.”
A feeling of pleasure washes over me, even though neither of them has touched me. It’s confusing how, and why, I’m so affected by his words alone.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Knox explains, “You have a praise kink, Tesoro. It's quite common and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“How did you-” I begin to ask, and he chuckles.
“Your cheeks are bright red like you’re embarrassed, when there is no need.”
I close my eyes tight, unable to look at either of them, as I admit, “I’m not used to it, and I don’t know how to take it. But I like it far more than I should.”
“Get used to it, Little Heathen. You’re fucking perfection, and I plan to tell you exactly that every day.”
I laugh uncomfortably.
“I promise you, I’m not perfect.”
Carter lifts a brow and speaks, his voice low and dominant, leaving no room for argument.
“You’re perfect for us. Our fucking perfect girl. End of discussion.”
Knox takes my hand and puts it through the hole in the headboard before fastening a cuff to my wrist, and then does the same with my other hand.
“We aren’t putting your head through the center hole. Only your hands and legs will be restrained.”
Moving to my legs, he pulls back my left thigh and grabs a strap from the side of the bed, attaching the black material to it before moving to the other side and doing the same with my right leg.
Carter kneels on the bed beside me and strokes his fingers through my hair.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Donut,” I say as I try to memorize the way his hand feels.
“Good girl,” he says, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head from the pleasure of his voice.
Knox places soft kisses across the inside of my thigh, and Carter leans down and swipes his tongue over one of my nipples while pinching the other.
“Do you see how fucking perfect you are?”
I shake my head, hitting both of my arms, and say, “No. Not even close.”
Carter places his hand around my throat—he doesn’t squeeze—he just holds it there in a possessive move that has my core clenching.
“You are pure perfection, Little Heathen. The way you look. The way you sound. The way you come. You’re fucking perfect for us. But the way you see me, accept me, and let me touch you, when I can’t let you do the same. That makes you perfect to me.”
“Carter,” I gasp, overcome with emotion, as Knox’s tongue darts out and sweeps up my slit, turning his brother’s name into a half moan.
“Does my brother's tongue feel good on your pussy, Little Heathen?”
“So good,” I reply, as Carter swings his leg over me and moves up, until his hard cock is almost touching my lips.
“Open. Watch me fuck your gorgeous mouth.”
I part my lips as he places two hands on the headboard and slides his length into my mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” Knox hums in approval as he pushes two fingers inside me.
