I whipped the crop against the inside of her thigh, careful not to hit Tristan, and she moaned. Tristan withdrew his fingers, angling from above so he could play with her clit while I worked her over.
Thwap!She shrieked when I hit her cunt with the crop.Thwap! Thwap!
Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t ask us to stop, just writhed, making those mewling whimpers that made me want to gather her in my arms and kiss her.
“Please,” she gasped.
She came apart again. Three.
“How many more can you take, malyshka?”
Eva shook her head. “I don’t—I can’t?—”
“Wrong answer,” Cole growled. “You can and you will, because that’s what good sluts do. They take everything we give to them.”
She took in a shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
“Color?” I demanded.
“Green,” she gasped. “Fuck, green, please don’t stop, I’m green?—”
“That’s my girl,” Cole said as he crawled onto the bed behind her, spreading her out in his lap. I worked her inner thighs with the crop while Tristan worshipped her with his mouth. Cole’s hands roamed her body, one kneading her breast, the other playing with her nipple.
Four.Then five, six, and seven.
She didn’t use her safeword, but after her eighth climax, she was sobbing, her voice hoarse—a wrung-out mess. Cole, Tristan, and I looked at one another for a long moment before Cole gently kissed her cheek. “Such a perfect slut for us,” he rasped as he brushed her hair out of her face.
“You’re a gift,” I murmured against her skin. “So brave and so perfect and so damn capable. I’m so proud of you, malyshka.”
We cleaned her up gently before dressing her in one of my shirts. Her hands trembled as she let us take care of her,and I saw the war happening behind her eyes—wanting to lean in to this, terrified to let herself.
“Eva—” Cole started.
“Can we just sleep?” she asked, and her voice cracked slightly on the last word. “Please?”
Her chin trembled, and I wanted nothing more than to take her pain away from her, to make this better.
At least she wasn’t running. She hadn’t pushed us away. She’d let us worship her, even if that worship was as much punishment as anything else.
“Of course, baby girl,” I said, sharing none of my thoughts as I gently laid her in my bed.
Cole and Tristan shared a look then started for the door.
“Wait,” Eva whispered urgently. They turned. “Could you—” She stopped and bit her lip, fresh tears welling. “Please don’t leave me, not tonight. I can’t—I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “I want you to stay.”
The vulnerability in that admission made my chest ache.
“We’re here,” Tristan said, climbing into bed on one side of her.
Cole climbed in behind him, and I settled in behind her, pulling her back against my chest.
Tristan’s arm draped across her waist, his fingers tangling with mine where they rested on her hip.
She was rigid at first, holding herself apart even while letting us surround her. But slowly—so slowly—she softened, and her body relaxed into our warmth. Her hand found Cole’s in the dark, on Tristan’s thigh.
We lay there in the darkness, none of us sleeping, all of us pretending.
I felt the exact moment Eva started crying. Silent tears, her body shaking with the effort of keeping quiet.
