Page 34 of Knot Forever

That’s… good. Because as they both stand, moving towards us with the light from the lamps dotted around the room throwing their faces into shadow, I don’t think I could form the words to explain our evening from the beginning.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, I hear, sweetheart,” Seth says softly. “Why don’t you tell us?”

My heart thunders inside my chest as Asher whispers once more. “On your knees, Nova Chevnik.”

My legs are shaking so badly with want that it barely takes a second for my knees to hit the soft carpet, and Asher makes a sound of approval. His hand slides to my hair, pulling the strands back and tipping my face up to look at them. The three of them surround me like dark gods as I kneel before them, and the low whimper rips from my throat.

“Easy,” Seth murmurs. His hand reaches out to cup my cheek, stroking my skin. “Such a good girl, on your knees for us. Tell us what we need to hear, Nova.”

My lips part shakily, my voice coming out in a bare whisper. “I… Asher told me to get in the car, but I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Seth’s eyes glimmer, the green darkening to pure emerald.

I lick my lips. “I didn’t want him to get hurt,” I admit. “But I didn’t realize…”

“Realize what?” Marcus asks. He’s stood a half-step behind Seth, and there’s a touch of uncertainty in his face that bolsters my own confidence.

“I put myself in danger,” I tell him quietly. “And I deserve to be punished.”

“Such sweet words, Nova,” Seth murmurs. “I think we can help with that.”

My whole body is tingling, the silk of my underwear soaking wet between my legs as I kneel with my thighs slightly apart. Cool air comes from behind me, and I try to twist my head to look, but Seth’s hand on my throat stops me.

“Are you ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks me softly. “We can stop.”

My head shakes frantically beneath his grip. “Don’t stop.”

His hands squeeze, just a touch, and it sends a hot pulse of electricity straight to my clit. “Good girl. Now turn around, and crawl to Asher.”

My face burns as I turn. Asher is sprawled on a black leather couch, his eyes burning as he watches me. His hand drops to his knees, patting it.

“Come, Nova. Seth and I are going to deliver your punishment, and Marcus is going to watch.”

Oh. My arms shake as I stretch them out, making my way across the carpet. My perfume builds in the room around us, the musky, sweet scent of almonds filling my nose as I move to Asher. His eyes never leave my face, his nostrils flaring.

“I can smell how wet you are for us, Nova. Are you enjoying yourself?”

It feels fucking shameful, but I nod as I reach him. My head is level with his knees as I find myself between his legs, staring up at him.

“Good.” Asher reaches down, and I suck in a breath as he lifts me, maneuvering until I’m lying across his legs with my head facing the floor and my ass in the air.

My face flames as I twist to the side. Marcus has taken a seat in an armchair close to us, his eyes burning as he watches us. My vision is blocked as Seth moves between us, and my eyes drop to the belt in his hand.

I twist, but a heavy hand lands between my shoulder blades. “Steady, sweetheart. The belt is for your hands. This is light punishment.”

My chest heaving, I startle as cool leather wraps around my wrists, Seth tightening it just enough that I can’t pull them apart. “Trust is important, Nova. Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.” I gasp as cool air kisses my legs, my dress pulled up slowly to reveal my black, silk panties to the room.

A heavy hand drops between them, nudging them apart a little. “Look how wet you are, little one. We can see how much you want this.”

I groan as a single finger traces my slit through the silk, hard enough that I feel the graze through my entire body.

“Enough of that.” The hand withdraws and I buck, wanting more. “This is about punishment, remember?”

My mind doesn’t remember much at all. I’m full of sensation as fingers curl beneath my underwear, tugging it down my legs and leaving me completely open to them.

“A little wider, I think,” Seth muses. Asher shifts his legs under me so I’m opened up more to them, and Seth whistles. “You’re soaking, baby.”

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