Killian tuts. “Already like a cat in heat.” He slips his other hand between my legs, touching my pussy.
“Is she wet?” Ian asks.
Killian pushes two fingers inside that opening as well, setting off bolts of electricity as his fingers work against each other through the sensitive wall. He pulls out, and I try to turn my head to see the digits he’s holding up. I only catch a glimpse, but Ian’s tone tells me everything.
“What are we to do with you, Jenna? He’s already pulling strings from your cunt.”
“No,” I gasp, humiliation washing over me, hot and overwhelming—going straight to my core.
Killian pulls out of my ass as well, and then I’m on my feet, being steered by the arms again—straight toward the horrible bench. This time, my instincts only remember the first time I was on it, and I dig my heels in. But it’s no use. Within seconds, I’m in front of it, knees bent, struggling fruitlessly against their firm grips.
The slick sound of more lube reminds me of Killian crudely preparing the dildo—making me do it on my own.
“Let me go,” I protest, jerking against their hands, my breathing coming faster and shallower. “Let me go!”
Ian reacts immediately when my voice goes shrill. Still holding me in place so very close to the phallus, he grabs my jaw and trails his gaze over my face. Expression firm, he fixates on me. “Jenna, we’ve got you. Not just me. Killian as well.”
Killian presses his free hand to my chest—a comforting reminder that he’s here, and not just to use me. “I’m here,” he confirms softly.
“Do you trust me?” Ian asks, and I notice how he says ‘me,’ not ‘us.’
I nod in his grip. Because I do. I trust this man with my whole damn heart.
“Good. I know this is hard—it dredges up memories. But give Killian a chance to prove that you can trust him as well. He’s not going to leave you, and we’re not going to push you over the edge. Can you be a good girl and trust that?”
When I move to turn my head, Ian releases my jaw to let me face Killian.
“I’m here,” he promises, voice firm and even, eyes demanding and steady. “No matter what happens, I’m here. I’m not leaving your side for a second.”
I swallow hard, not quite able to decide if I dare to believe him. After everything, trusting Ian is no longer enough. I need some kind of reassurance from Killian as well. More than just words. So I ask him the same thing I asked Ian when they forced me onto the bench the first time—the one thing Killian denied me for six months.
“Can I have a hug?” Vulnerability washes over me the moment I say it. Tears burn behind my eyes, and a knot forms in my throat as I presume the worst.
But Killian doesn’t even hesitate. Grabbing me under the arms, he pulls me up to him and brings me into a hug so tight it’s hard to breathe.
“From now on, there’s only one answer to that question. I’m never going to deny you a hug again, kitten. Never.”
“Kitten?” I whisper, snuggling into him.
“Remember that time when I’d found that bird in the school yard—the one we nursed back to health?”
I nod against him, my heart swelling at the memory—at him mentioning it.
“Remember how I petted you and called you a kitten while we waited for Mrs. Evans?”
“Yeah,” I say, already feeling choked up. That was a special moment, one I never forgot even after all the bad things he did.
“You’re my little kitten, Jenna. Soft and cuddly. I’m sorry I forgot for so long.”
Sniffling, I lift my hands to dry my eyes. “You’re gonna make me cry.”
“It’s okay. Cry if you need to. I’m here. We’re here.”
Ian places his hands on my shoulders, a silent affirmation of Killian’s promise.
“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling so utterly grateful for these two men, unable to believe I’m here—safe between them both. My trust in Killian is quickly growing as he holds me with aching affection. It’s like he’s a different person. New but also familiar—the caring boy I once knew and have been waiting for all these years returning to me in a grown man’s body.
“You’re welcome.” Killian kisses the shell of my ear, lingering, relishing the moment the same way I do. When he straightens, he asks Ian, “Should we give her a safeword?”
