This was going to hurt all of us so goddamned much, and yet, I didn’t have the power to refuse her anything, nor to refuse myself this.
“Strip,” I commanded.
Her hands hesitated at the hem of her borrowed shirt.
“That wasn’t a request, baby girl.”
In moments, her clothes were folded neatly and placed on the bed beside her, and she stood before us, eyes bright, breathing quickly, trying so fucking hard to pretend she wasn’t vulnerable right now.
The lamps in my room made her soft curves glow with otherworldly beauty, her freckles a constellation on her skin that begged me to trace them with my tongue.
“On the bed,” I said. “On your back, legs spread.”
She climbed onto the bed, settled against the pillows. Her legs pressed together, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Spread your legs. Let me see that gorgeous cunt, already dripping for us.”
She did, slowly, and revealed how wet she was, how her arousal begged for me to taste it.
“And your arms. Let us see all of you.”
She moved her arms to her sides, fists clenched in the sheets.
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured, and, fuck me, she blushed.
Cole moved to one side of the bed, Tristan to the other. I stayed at the foot, drinking in the sight of her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said. “We’re going to make you come until you can’t remember your own name. If you try to touch us, if you try to reciprocate—we stop. Completely. Understood?”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“Life’s not fair, baby girl. Do you understand?”
Her jaw clenched. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“I know how to use the stoplights,” she snapped.
“Good girl.”
Cole bent over to capture her mouth in a kiss, and, to my surprise, she let him, tangling her fingers in his hair as he devoured her mouth. Tristan bent to her breasts, his tongue circling a nipple while he kneaded the other.
While they kept our girl busy, I opened my closet and removed a duffle bag that I’d filled with items in hopes a day like today would finally come.
I cleared my throat then dropped the bag with a thump. When I held up a crop, Cole’s eyes lit up. So did Eva’s. Tristan watched thoughtfully, his hand stroking his cock through his shorts—myshorts. God, I shouldn’t love that so much.
“What else do you have in the bag there?” Tristan asked, releasing Eva’s breast with a pop to take a knee by my side.
“Roll over onto your hands and knees, baby girl,” I ordered her. “Knees apart.” She spread them further until we could see her cunt, wet and aching, even though we’d barely touched her.
Carefully, I smacked her thigh, garnering a sweet yelp of surprise. I worked my way across her ass, getting a sense for how she’d react.
Beautifully.
