Page 71 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“So what… you just decided one day to team up?” My voice comes out huskier than intended.

Gabe shrugs, grinning. “I was working a scene one night. Hank was watching. One thing led to another, and I figured—why not? Two Doms. One submissive. Double her pleasure. No jealousy. Just two guys who could push a woman exactly where she needed to go.”

Hank leans back in his chair, stretching one arm over the backrest, his other hand nursing his coffee. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something in how he watches Gabe that makes my stomach tighten. Gabe, meanwhile, is completely relaxed, one ankle propped on his knee, his fingers drumming lightly against the ceramic of his mug.

“It wasn’t planned,” Hank adds. “I caught his eye across the room. He nodded. One moment I was observing, the next I was beside him, pushing her, giving her the illusion of force while he worked her body.”

A sharp pulse of heat shoots through me. The words register, but their full meaning takes a moment to sink in. When it does, I nearly choke on my coffee.

“Illusion of force?” I repeat carefully, setting my mug down with deliberate slowness. “You mean…”

Hank’s gaze meets mine, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Yes.” Just that. Nothing more. The single word somehow more powerful than any explanation could be.

My pulse quickens. I’ve read about this, but never encountered it so directly, so matter-of-factly discussed over breakfast.

“Just like that?” My hands tremble slightly as I reach for my coffee, taking a slow sip to buy myself time.

“It’s like when we were in the field,” Hank explains. “You develop a sixth sense about your teammates, know what they’re capable of, and know when to rely on them.”

Gabe watches me, his voice smooth as sin. “That was the first time. But it worked so well… it wasn’t the last.”

“It became a thing,” Hank says. “We started planning scenes together, discussing techniques, perfecting our approach.”

Gabe smirks. “We realized we liked it. The balance, the control, the way we could push a submissive further together than we ever could alone.”

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “Non-consent?”

Gabe’s eyes darken. “Consensual non-con. Not real force. Fantasy. The illusion of being overwhelmed and taken.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “And you enjoy that? The… taking?”

“I do,” Gabe admits, his gaze unwavering. “I told you I like sex unapologetic and raw. I like to dance on the edge, enjoy the intensity, and the trust in a willing submissive to let me take her there.”

I glance at Hank, whose expression has shifted subtly. “But you don’t?”

“I’m not wired that way,” Hank says simply. “Never been into causing pain or fear. Not my thing.”

The connection to his father is immediate, but I don’t need to point it out. Instead, I ask, “Then why participate at all?”

A slow smile curves his mouth. “Just because I don’t enjoy causing pain doesn’t mean I don’t get off watching Gabe do what he does best.” His eyes hold mine. “I like control. Restraint. Having a woman completely at my mercy, bound and helpless. Doing that, then turning her over to Gabe, knowing she must endure him before I release her… there’s a power in that you can’t imagine.”

“He likes waiting, watching,” Gabe adds with a knowing look at his partner. “Hank gets off on watching me take someone apart, knowing he’s going to put her back together after.”

Hank’s smile turns dangerous. “There’s something about holding a woman while she’s being pushed to her limits. Being that anchor point, that safety.” He shrugs. “Different approaches. Same result.”

“So you’re the good cop?” I ask Hank, trying to understand.

He laughs, a dark sound that makes my skin prickle. “Don’t ever kid yourself, Ally. I’m still a Dom. Still want control. I’mjust not a sadist.”

“We balance each other,” Gabe says. “I push harder. Hank keeps me in check. Works for us.”

I nod slowly, processing everything. These two dangerous men with their carefully contained power, their commitment to boundaries, their contrasting approaches to dominance—it’s overwhelming and intriguing in equal measure.

“And me?” I finally ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what you want from me?”

They exchange a glance that feels like an entire conversation.

“We want you,” Hank says. “However, you come to us. Whatever you’re willing to give. Whatever boundaries you set, we respect them. That’s non-negotiable.”

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