Page 12 of Their Offering

The twins chuckled as they watched me struggle.

“Please,” I begged them. “It hurts.” I wasn’t talking about the restraints, and they knew it. Their eyes brightened as they took in the view.

“Remember, you begged for this.” Aiden stepped forward, his hands caressing every inch of my body. Being touched provided some relief, but my clit was painfully throbbing now. I would never be satisfied until they filled me.

“More,” I moaned quietly, unable to speak up.

Nicholas chuckled, and his hands joined his brother’s on my body. That wasn’t what I meant but fuck if I was going to stop their teasing. It still felt amazing. One of them drifted dangerously down towards my middle, only to stop just as I got excited.

I was crying and pleading with them now, pulling against the restraints as hard as I could. I felt something snake around my hips, tightening to hold me so I couldn’t even wiggle anymore, as wetness drip down my inner thighs.

“Oh, little one. Don’t worry. We have big plans for you.” Aiden smiled before they dropped their hands from my body and stepped away.

“No. Please.” I would take their hands on me over being restrained with nothing to feel but aching desire.

“Shhh.” Nicholas put a finger to his lips.

They parted, and a shadow emerged behind them. It was the taller brother. He stopped just in front of me, and I swallowed thick desire as his eyes trailed down my body to the pool between my legs. I was dripping wet.

He smiled, and I nearly lost myself. I was enthralled with him. I wanted to be as close to him as possible, and not just sexually. I craved to meld with him, to be with him.

“Beg for it.”

That’s all it took. “Please. Please touch me, fuck me, anything.” My body shook as I pleaded for relief. “Please. Please. Please.”

He smiled, taking another step forward, and I let out a sigh of relief when he lifted his hand. He brought it to my cheek and -.

“Lilly! LILLY! Wake the fuck up!” I groaned as my mom’s miserable voice filtered through my mind, interrupting my dream. I heard my drawers open and realized she was looking through my stuff.

“What the fuck, Margaret?” I got up out of bed and stretched, then looked at the clock. It was just before eight in the morning. That vodka knocked me out cold; I’d slept all night.

“Don’t talk to me like that, you ungrateful little…” she huffed and looked at me as if I had done something wrong. “Do you have any extra cash?” She turned around to continue searching through my drawers.

I snorted. “You’re joking, right? Me? Cash?Extracash? You do realize no one will hire me thanks to my mother’s reputation, right? No one wants to touch me with a ten-foot pole.”

My mother turned again, eyes blazing. She was pissed, but there was something more on her face. Fear. She was scared. My mother was genuinely frightened.What was going on?

“You listen to me right now, Lillian May.” She pointed at me with a stern glare. “I owe some dangerous people a lot of money. If I don’t pay up soon, there will be consequences, and not just for me. You’ll suffer too.”

I did my best not to laugh, but a smile crept through my defenses. My mother was scared because the bad guys she owed money to would come for her—poor thing. Honestly, if they took her, I don’t think I’d be suffering much. If anything, I’d be better off.

“You stupid little bitch,” she gritted through clenched teeth before storming out of my room and slamming the door behind her.

I let out the giggle I’d been holding in as I dressed for the day. I had court-ordered counseling; that lovely weekly event was all thanks to my mother coming home wasted on a night I had the courage to put her in her place. Needless to say, it didn’t go well. The neighbors called the cops, and my mother and I were ordered to attend separate weekly therapy.

As I walked out of the house, I scoffed at the mess my mother had made looking for money. Every kitchen cabinet was open, dishes all over the counter. The couch cushions were laying on the floor. Even the coffee table was cleared, its contents on the floor. I’d have to clean that up later, as usual.

I sat in the lobby of the counselor's office, waiting for my name to be called. My counselor was fine, I guess. She was a middle-aged white woman who seemed genuine––I was the problem. I didn’t want to be there, and I didn’t take anything seriously. It was nice to have a space to say anything I felt, though. She disapproved of my partying and sleeping around––I could see it in her eyes.

“Lilly?” I stood at the sound of my name and followed her to her office.

We went through all the usual stuff: how I was feeling, how things had been with my mom, this morning’s episode. I was honest and told her I kind of hoped my mom would disappear.

She went through her normal spiel of understanding my position but tried to convince me to be vulnerable with my mom in the hopes of repairing our relationship. I pretended to listen, but I had no intention of doing so once I got on my feet. If I ever got on my feet.

With ten minutes left of my session, she asked if I had anything else to get off my chest. I chewed on my cheek and contemplated whether to tell her about the encounter two nights ago.Fuck it. If I was forced to go to these sessions, I might as well get some use out of them. Let’s see what she had to say about this.

“Yeah, I, uh, I actually had this bizarre dream the other night.” She sat back in her seat and looked at me with surprise. I usually ended the sessions early, claiming I had nothing else to discuss. I’m sure it was a pleasant shock, but she had no idea what she was in for.

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