“Say you believe me, baby.”
Her brow furrows in confusion at first, but then I see the understanding, followed by denial in her glassy jade eyes. Lifting until I’m eye level with her, I make sure she can see me when the truth leaves my lips.
“You are beautiful, Collins. But more than that, you’re so fucking strong.” I kiss her soft lips, slow and sweet. “Your scarsdon’t define your beauty. They tell your story of how you fought and you fucking survived. Youwon.Guy isdeadwhile you and Riley continue to live and learn to thrive again, and that in and of itself is fucking beautiful. So yes, you’re beautiful. And no, I will not be accepting any arguments at this time.”
Her smile is wobbly, her eyes welling with tears, but I count that little spark of joy as a victory.
Picking up where I left off, I continue to roll her shirt up in my hands, pushing higher until the fabric rests over her eyes like a blindfold. It’s also forced her arms to rest above her head. Her body is tense, but I can tell she’s still with me by the way she’s wiggling beneath me and rubbing her thighs together.
“I’ve got you, baby. Lay still for me,” I coax, pressing my hips into hers. My dick has been solid as steel for a while now, and I already know it’s going to be one hell of a challenge to keep from coming in my pants before I can even begin my devious plans for her and Riley.
The water from the shower shuts off, and I shuffle off the bed, careful not to jostle Collins’ body. I walk with purpose over to the corner of the room and grab the small accent chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Slowly, I drag it to the corner of the bed, and Collins squirms at the sound of the legs scraping along the floor.
“Creed?” Collins whispers.
“Still here, baby. You okay?”
“Curious as fuck, but yeah, I’m good.”
Riley emerges from the bathroom with nothing but a towel that is doing a piss poor job of concealing the baseball bat that he carries around with him all the time. I bite my lip to stifle a groan that wants so desperately to slip free. He’s drying his hair with a second, smaller towel but freezes his pursuit to the closet when he takes in the scene laid out before him.
I’d anticipated him to react one of two ways, and my suspicions are confirmed when he drops the towel with an audible growl in his chest.
“What the fuck is this?”
I know exactly what it looks like. While Collins is inverted from how she was trapped in that room, the chair’s placement is similar to how Riley was restrained. My heart is threatening to vacate the confines of my chest, but I take a breath and make my way around the chair and stalk over until I’m standing in front of Riley. This is as much for myself as it is for them.
His eyes remain focused, as if he’s looking right through me, where Collins lies, rather impatiently waiting for what happens next as she continues to wiggle and writhe against the sheets.
I want to give him a new narrative, so I cup his face and give him a soft shake to get his attention, but saying his name doesn’t pull his eyes to mine. I pull him in, and he willingly obliges, his warm body pressed against mine until we’re nose to nose.
“Do you trust me?” I repeat the question I asked Collins earlier and wait for his response.
His eyes dart past me, like he wants to check to make sure our girl is completely unharmed before he deigns to give me an answer. Needing his full attention, I bite his bottom lip and pull a gasp from his sinful lips before pressing a hard kiss there. I pull back and duck down to make sure I’ve got his eyes and his attention. “Do you trust me, Ri?” I repeat.
“I do,” he admits, albeit reluctantly. “But what is this? Why?...”
I smirk, skirting around his body and wrapping my arms around his torso when I reach his back. I pull his body flush against mine, keeping one arm banded around his chest while the other trails down his body, my blunt nails scraping softly against his flesh and collecting stray water droplets. My teeth nip at his shoulder as I turn him towards the chair.
“That, for all intents and purposes, in this moment,” I whisper in his ear, “is a cuck chair.”
“Fuck,” Collins rasps, her pretty little tits bouncing softly with every undulation of her body. I wanted her blindfolded because I wanted her to be worked up with anticipation.
Daring to reach further, I brush my knuckles along the thick line of his cock over the towel, but I don’t dare to touch it fully. I want him aching and needy, too, for this to work. I’m fucking desperate for them, so I need to get him to open himself up to us again.
“A cuck…” Riley’s head snaps to the side, and it brings us nose to nose again. “You’re not tying me down. Hard no, Creed.” My heart cracks for the second time in as many minutes when the pain of his memories slices through his words.
“Never, Ri,” I promise, touching my forehead to his. Pulling back, I meet his obsidian gaze head on. “You have all of the power here, baby.”
“How?” he asks as he clenches and unclenches two shaky fists.
“Right now, our girl is very worked up.” I nudge his face with my nose to turn back to Collins, who is now flushed and panting, the smooth, toned plane of her belly flexing with every movement. I told her to hold still, but I can’t be mad at her disobedience because not only does it show me that she’s here in the moment with me, but she also wants whatever is about to happen to her body.
She’s a seductive vision that I’m so heavily addicted to that there is no cure.
“The choice is yours,” I whisper before licking the sharp line of his jaw. At the same time, I graze the tips of my fingers over his cock while my other hand finds and tweaks one of his nipples. My grin is almost maniacal as he moans and his knees threaten to buckle. “You can either climb on that bed and dowhat you both have been craving and force me to watch, we can both take care of her, or you can…watch. But if you do, you hold the reins. You orchestrate my every move. You. Have. Total. Control.”
I force myself to take a step back and let him decide for himself how he wants this sleepless night to go. There are no wrong choices here because it ultimately will boil down to the two of them retaking control of their own autonomy. Am I fucked up for forcing their hand? Maybe. But sometimes, these little birds need a loving shove out of the comfort of their nest.
