“The sounds you make, baby. Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about how you would sound when we touched you?”
I shake my head.
“Probably for the best,” Asher mumbles, earning himself a chuckle from his father.
The way they talk about me, like I’ve always been a part of whatever the hell it is they’re proposing, has butterflies erupting in my stomach.
Even with all the uncertainty gathered inside my chest, I can’t help but notice how easy it is to submit to them. How my body gives before my mind can talk us out of it.
It’s everything I ever wanted when I discovered BDSM, and what I thought I’d found with Asher.
Rowan twists my nipple, sending searing pain straight to my aching core and tearing a cry from my throat. “Out of your head, Hannah,” he reminds me.
I press my eyes closed as I push my mind to the place I crave.
Asher’s constant ministrations have me barreling toward the edge, every nerve in my body firing with pleasure and need.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what, Little Doe?”
“I need more. Please.”
Rowan brushes his fingers along my cheek before wrapping them around my throat, tightening his grip until my pussy clenches around Asher’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re strangling me, baby.”
“Do you like being choked, sweetheart?”
I nod, unable to speak around his grip.
“So perfect,” he breathes. “I never could have dreamed you would find yourself in the lifestyle without our guidance. I could push you in the right direction with so many things while we were apart, but not that. And you found it anyway. You learned to be a perfect sub without either of us interfering.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, the pride in his eyes making my pulse beat erratically beneath his fingers.
“I think our girl deserves a reward for being so good for us,” Asher muses against my shoulder, his lips and teeth dragging over the sensitive skin.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Rowan holds my gaze. “But she did try to run from us. I’m not sure whether to reward her or punish her.”
My body tightens at the thought, because as badly as I want to come right now, my mind craves a punishment.
After everything that’s happened the last few days, there’s nowhere I would rather be than subspace.
Maybe I’m fucking insane for wanting to hand myself to the two men who have done nothing but lie to me, but I need this.
Even if it’s just for today, just this one moment of weakness, it’ll be enough.
It has to be enough.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHER
The moment Hannah chooses to surrender to us, a breath I didn’t realize I was holding slips from my chest.
I’ve been on edge for days, more heightened than I can ever remember being, and that was only amplified by how abruptly we’ve had to pull Hannah from her life and thrust her into ours.
I wasn’t lying last night when I told her that we’d step away from everything we’ve built if she’s uncomfortable with the illegal fights. We’ve acquired enough of a portfolio that we could live comfortably for the rest of our lives without another day of work.
