Page 70 of The Silent War
“You’re perfect,” Luca added. “Ours. Our angel.”
I whimpered, the sound humiliating and intoxicating all at once.
“Say it,” Bastion demanded.
“My daddies,” I whispered, shaking.
Both of them groaned like the word undid them.
“That’s it,” Luca said, rougher now. “That’s all we need.”
“Don’t stop, baby,” Bastion urged. “Touch yourself for us again. Do it while you say it.”
My hand slid back down, still trembling from before.
“My daddies,” I said again, softer, needier.
“Good girl,” they said together.
The sound of their breathing filled the line, low curses tangled with praise.
“Pick up the pace baby,”
“That’s it, now slip your fingers in.”
“Your pussy is nice and wet isn’t it baby?”
“Yes,”
They groaned together, which nearly finished me.
“Rub your clit baby.”
“Such a good girl doing this for us,” Bastion rasped. “Fuck. We’d ruin you if you were here.”
“We’d make you beg until you couldn’t speak,” Luca added.
“And then we’d still keep going,” Bastion finished.
“I’d let you,” I whispered, voice breaking.
“Because you’re ours,” Luca said.
“Because you’re Daddy’s good girl,” Bastion corrected.
The praise pushed me over, the moan was louder this time. The sound echoed on the line, answered by both of them groaning, breaking with me.
They didn’t hide it—the way their breath dragged like they were finishing too, undone by the word daddies on my lips.
The line went quiet except for breathing.
Then Luca’s voice, soft. “Good girl.”
Bastion’s followed, lower. “Our perfect angel.”
I closed my eyes.
It felt like coming home.
