I hesitated, fingers frozen in the fabric bunched in my lap. My heart thudded loud enough that surely they could hear it. “I—what if someone?—?”
“No one will interrupt us.” Magnus’s voice was iron. “You belong to us right now. Focus.”
It should have angered me, the way he spoke. Instead, my thighs clenched, heat pooling low in my belly. I forced my hand to move, trembling, inching higher. The brush of my knuckles against my bare thigh made me gasp.
“That’s it,” Leighton murmured, his eyes locked on my face, not my hand. “Feel that? Your own skin. Soft. Warm. Let your fingers explore.”
“Higher,” Magnus ordered.
I bit my lip and obeyed, sliding up toward the secret place I had never dared touch. My breath came faster, uneven.
Leighton’s smile deepened. “Now… spread your thighs. Just a little. Enough to give yourself room.”
Heat flamed my cheeks, but I obeyed, knees falling open by an inch.
“Good girl,” Magnus praised, the words rough, threaded with satisfaction.
My pulse leapt at the praise. I wanted to snap that I wasn’t some horse to be broken, but my body betrayed me, craving more.
Leighton tilted his head, voice dipping lower. “Now, I want you to let your fingertips find that little spot between your thighs. Don’t rush. Just touch.”
I swallowed hard, nerves screaming, but my body moved anyway. My fingertips brushed through the soft curls there, lower, until—oh.
A sharp cry escaped before I could stop it.
“That,” Leighton said softly, eyes glittering. “There. That’s yours. That’s where you’ll learn what we already know—that you’re made for pleasure.”
Magnus’s smirk was wicked. “Circle it. Slowly. Tease yourself. Don’t stop until we say.”
My hand obeyed before my mind agreed, fingers trembling as I made small, uncertain circles. The sensation jolted through me like lightning, overwhelming and utterly new.
I gasped, thighs twitching to close, but Magnus’s voice snapped out, sharp. “Keep them open.”
My breath shuddered. My knees stayed apart.
Leighton leaned forward, his gaze locked on mine, his voice coaxing, sinful. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. Now a little more pressure. Yes. Just like that.”
A moan slipped past my lips, helpless, shocking me as much as them.
Magnus chuckled low, dark, satisfied. “Hear that? That’s the sound of a filly learning shewantsthe reins.”
The wordDaddysat on the tip of my tongue, aching to be spoken, but I bit it back, trembling, caught between fear, shame, and desperate, blooming need.
My fingers moved in slow, faltering circles, just as Leighton told me, and the strangest, most desperate ache built inside me. My breath grew shallow, hips twitching, thighs trembling. The heat coiled tighter and tighter, hovering—always hovering—but never breaking.
“I can’t—” I gasped, frustration spilling into my voice. “It’s not?—”
Magnus’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing with fierce intensity. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“But it won’t?—”
Leighton leaned forward, his tone velvet-wrapped steel. “Lisa, listen to me. Youcan.You’re holding back. You’re trying to control it. Stop fighting yourself. Trust us. Trust me.”
I whimpered, biting down hard on my lip as the pressure grew unbearable. My body wanted—no, needed—something more, something I didn’t have words for.
Magnus rose from where he leaned and came closer, his shadow falling over me, his voice a low growl. “Open your eyes.”
I obeyed without thinking, finding both of them watching me. Leighton’s gaze burned with warmth, steady and encouraging, while Magnus’s was pure, hungry possession.
