Page 38 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

I volley my head, unwilling to mar what I think is going to be a super hot experience with annoying feelings and fears. So they need a human bridge for their wide gap? So what? I can be a bridge. Even if it’s temporary.

There’s nothing wrong with temporary fun.

“Stepping outside my head, or at least, trying,” I admit, smiling up at him. In these lowlights, with white kitchen and white wainscoting making up the scene behind him, his dark hair looks even darker. Jet black nearly. I reach up and stroke my hand through it, discovering it to be soft and very grabbable. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Lance asks, earning my attention. I drop my hand from Aug’s hair, letting it come to rest on his thigh. Reaching up, I stroke my hand through his, too. It’s just as soft, and a little longer. I can’t help but envision both of my hands in it, yanking fistfuls as I writhe beneath him.

“It does. But so does yours.”

“That’s the hope, that both of us feel good to you,” Aug adds. The way they’re ping ponging naughty sentiments, riling me up, they’re getting me so turned on that I manage to stash away my worries about the future—about arelationship—and focus just on this. On tonight.

“In the scene tonight,” Lance begins. I pull my thighs together in response to the rolling, rough timbre of his voice. I’d doanythingto even slightly ease the relentless ache low in my belly. “Who would you have been?” he inquires, stroking the tips of his fingers through the top of my hair. Both men are turned on the couch, giving me their attention, and while I have a hand on each of their thighs, they’re also both touching me. Lance stroking my hair, Aug running his knuckles down my arm.

I amsowet right now.

“The woman,” I breathe, my mind temporarily blanking on the actress's name. “Uh,” I pant out, staring up at Lance as he waits for my response. His blue eyes have gone gray and wanton in the privacy of Aug’s home. A side of Lance I’ve understandably never seen. But Aug has. “I know her name, I just can't think of it right now. But her. I’d be her, obviously.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Lance says.

“Would you be giving the commands or the one falling to your knees?” Aug asks, the raw resonance of his voice pulls me into his clutches, and I turn my head. His deep, serious eyes focus on mine with all the intensity of a man who has been burned. “You said you’d be submissive forus,” he rasps, nostrils flaring as his knuckles continue their heated journey on my arm. “And the thing is, I know what it is to want something so intensely, so vibrantly and vividly that it’s all you can taste and feel. It even blinds you, doesn’t it? That deep seated need. So you’ll promise anything. Thinking that the you that exists in the future will be smarter, stronger, and can deal with the fallout of reality.” His hand stops moving up and down my arm as bumps rise up in his wake. “You won’t be stronger or smarter, you’ll be in love, and that will make it impossible until it’s too late.I would know.”

He’s talking about their breakup. And holy shit, this conversation doesn’t give me temporary sub vibes. I lick my lips. “You want to make sure I am actually a sub so that our thing works?” I ask, my voice hoarse and thin. As much as I want a seductive head tilt to answer all questions, this isn’t a movie. Ineedverbal answers. And right now, I need to get a pulse on what’s happening.

Because this conversation feels like it’s meant to shape something greater than just a few weeks or months.

Aug nods before lifting both of his hands to my face, the genuine and abrupt focus and affection making me heave out a sigh, one that was stored deep in my belly, one that’s been tied up for too long, waiting for someone to pull the frayed thread and let it all loose. My needs and hopes are released with that exhale. As he stares into my eyes, Lance’s big hand slips under my blouse and up my back, and my body melts as he drags the tips of his fingers down and up.

I’m almost afraid my pencil skirt is going to have a big dark spot when I stand, because I’m literally drenched.

“It’s as important for you to know what you need, too, Brielle.”

I blink a few times, overwhelmed by how good it feels for them to really be aware of me. Though I am there to be their submissive, I’m realizing that while I’ll be told to do things, the other side of the submissive coin isthis.Doting and affection. Listening and consideration. Things I’ve always wanted from a partner but never been able to verbalize.Cuddle me more, touch me more, treat me like a rare and precious stone, listen to what I’m not saying—admitting those things to Noah felt impossible, and a little cringey. But it didn’t change that I wanted that type of relationship.

“I have no desire to be dominant,” I admit. I’m not lying to be what they want—I’d never considered it until meeting them, sure, but when I think about what I like in the bedroom and how I feel most aroused, how I’m the happiest—it’s being taken, being told, folded and bent, filled up, fucked hard. Iamsubmissive, through and through. “And I want to be submissive to you both.”

Aug drops his hands from my face, his gaze flicking behind me to catch Lance. They share a wordless conversation, and I wonder how often they’ll be talking to each other silently when I’m around, because they have a rich history and I’m the new girl. Lance clears his throat.

“Get on the floor, right there,” Aug nods to the space in front of us, between the couch and unused fireplace. There’s a large rug covering the stamped concrete flooring, ornate designs paired with muted colors—it’s beautiful. Not unlike the men surrounding me.

I get on my knees without question, and my heart leaps into my throat, bouncing around, my wobbly pulse making me light-headed as Aug slides off the couch onto his knees. He makes his way toward me, sifting his fingers through my hair, bringing our mouths together.

His tongue is hot, urgently writhing against mine, twining and sliding, our mouths passing a moan back and forth. When he breaks the kiss, Lance is there, on his knees with us. I didn’t even hear him. My body is all heartbeat.

I turn to Lance, waiting for him to take my face and kiss me, the way that Aug did, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes my hair behind my back, over my shoulders, careful and slow. He takes my chin, dropping his thumb over my bottom lip, tugging. “Open.”

I open my mouth, heart bouncing off my ribs, and blink at him. His stormy eyes fixate on my open mouth as he grunts,“Wider.”My jaw burns as I open wider, excitement washing over me when he praises me.

“Brielle Parker, sucha good girl.”

My cheeks flush as Aug gets to his feet, commanding me tostayas he does. The way he says that one word leaves my cunt throbbing and my belly aching.

Stay.

I’ve never been told tostay, but Jesus,I fucking liked it.

He positions himself on the coffee table, leaning in to place a kiss on my cheek. Lance is on his feet and while Aug takes my mouth in a long, heated kiss, I hear it all. My heart banging in my ears, the drop of his zipper, the way his big hand fishes around in his pants, his hungry grunts as he pulls his cock out.

Aug holds my eyes after breaking our kiss, imparting importance on his words as his tone slows. “You listen to me,you listen to me and only me.”

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