Page 150 of The Obedient Lie
“Lie still,” Luca whispered, kissing below my ear. “We’re not in a hurry.”
Bastion’s voice followed from the other side, low and coaxing. “We want to feel you fall apart slowly, baby.”
Luca’s fingers skimmed the top of my thigh. “Every inch of this body’s ours now, isn’t it?”
I shivered. Bastion caught it.
“You like being told what to do,” he murmured. “Don’t you?”
“I…” I didn’t know what I was saying anymore.
“Shh,” Luca soothed. “You don’t have to answer.Not with words.”
“Your body’s already begging,” Bastion said, his thumb brushing just beneath the hem of my satin slip.
“See how she’s trembling?” Luca noted. “Shewantsus to lead.”
Bastion chuckled darkly. “She was made for this. To be handled. Worshipped.Taught.”
My cheeks burned. I felttoo exposed.
“You’ve been strong too long,” Luca whispered against my neck. “Let us have the reins tonight, baby.”
“You don’t have to think,” Bastion added. “Justfeel.”
Luca’s hand paused at the curve of my waist. “Every time you obey, we’ll praise you. Every sound you make, we’ll reward you.”
Bastion’s breath was hotter now. “And when you’re ready to beg…we’ll be right here.”
His fingers traced the edge of my satin-covered breast, not touching it. Just circling.Teasing.
“You’re doing so well,” Luca said, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh. “So good for us.”
“She’s not going anywhere now,” Bastion added, voice thick with restraint. “Not when she melts this easy.”
Luca smirked. “She just doesn’t know how far we’re going to take her yet.”
“Do you, baby?” Bastion asked. “Do you know how deep we’ll go?”
I shook my head again.Silent. Breathless.
Luca’s lips brushed my collarbone. “Then keep being good. Keep letting us show you.”
Luca shifted lower, his mouth now just beneath my navel, breath hot against the silk.
“You know what I want?” he asked, voice quiet but commanding.
I swallowed hard.
“I want totasteyou,” he kissed my stomach, “but I want to hear youask.”
Beside me, Bastion slid his palm up my thigh. “Don’t give in too easy, baby.We want to hear you beg for it.”
“I—” My voice cracked.
“You can do better than that.” Luca’s thumb pressedbetween my thighs — barely. Just thesoftestpressure through the satin. “We want you desperate.Shaking.”
Bastion nipped my shoulder. “Tell us how much you need it.Make it pretty.”
