Page 13 of Trust in the Fallen

“I don’t…I haven’t…” I squeeze my eyes shut as I force myself to get my words under control. Just spit it out, Leighton. What’s the worst that can happen?

They decide you’re more trouble that you’re worth and send you back to Jason to a lifetime of boring sex and an unhappy marriage.

“I’ve only ever been with Jason,” I admit. “And he’s not really into trying new things…with me at least.” Anger fills my belly at the memory of the nurse all over him. How many other women have there been? And is it strictly missionary with the lights off with them? Or is that just for his slightly chubby fiancée? Am I so undesirable that’s all he can offer me a couple of times per month?

Self doubt washes over me. I can’t do this. In what universe do I think I can sleep with not one but two men who are so out of my league it’s unbelievable? Things like this don’t happen to women like me? Maybe if I was twenty pounds lighter and had been with more than just my asshole high school sweetheart, but not as I am.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

WYATT

One moment she’s clinging on to Elias as if he holds all the answers, and the next doubt flashes through her eyes, and she’s looking for the closest exit.

If I’m honest, I’m not entirely surprised that she’s only ever been with that asshole, or that he’s not adventurous in the bedroom. Those kinds of guys are all the same. Sons of rich assholes, their whole future planned for them before they even leave the womb, and then they think they’re too good for everyone else.

Elias must feel the change in her body language because one second he’s holding her against his chest, and the next he’s laying her face down in the middle of our dining table and swatting her ass with his huge hand before I can stand from where I’m kneeling beside them.

“Hey!” Leighton screeches as Elias flips her skirt up, and his palm cracks across her bare ass for a second time. She’s wearing the skimpiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life, a string of lace and a small triangle barely covering her pretty pussy.

“I don’t need to hear the words come out of your mouth to know where your mind just went, pretty girl, and I won’t stand for it.” Another loud slap lands on her ass, and a red handprint immediately blossoms on the perfect globe.

Fuck me.

I’ve watched my best friend punish a lot of subs, and I’ve punished my fair share as well, but I’ve never been as close to losing my mind as I am right now. She’s perfect. So fucking perfect I don’t know how I’m going to allow her to walk out the door tomorrow morning if that’s what she chooses to do.

“That asshole doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, Leighton.”Slap.“He certainly doesn’t deserve to put his tiny cock in your pussy.”Slap.“And he absolutely does not deserve to have his ring on your finger.”Slap.“Men don’t cheat because they can’t get what they need at home, pretty girl.”Slap.“They cheat because they don’t realize what they have is better than anything they could ever find elsewhere.”Slap.“They cheat because their ego thrives off knowing they’ve still got it.”Slap.“But I'll let you in on a little secret, Leighton. Men who cheat aren’t men at all. They’re little boys who want to hoard all the toys in the playground for themselves. They're children who have never grown up and who take everything they have for granted until one day it’s all gone.”Slap.“Wyatt and I are not little boys. We are men, and we will always treat you exactly how you deserve to be treated. You deserve to be worshipped, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to show you exactly what you’re worth so you won’t ever allow that asshole to disrespect you again.”

Each time his palm connects with her ass, she lets out a little squeal, but after the first few she’s rubbing her thighs together desperately seeking some kind of relief.

I step forward and grip her good ankle, tugging it until her legs are spread wide. “None of that, angel. You’ll get relief when we see fit, and not a moment sooner.”

She groans in frustration but doesn’t argue. Instead, she rests her cheek against the wooden table and lets out a shuddering breath. She’s been through so much tonight and we’re about to put her through so much more, but she can take it. And once we’re done with her, she’ll know her worth, and it’s a hell of a lot more than that asshole can afford.

“Now, angel.” I move to stand beside her head and brush locks of her hair from her eyes. “There are some rules for you to follow tonight and if you break them, you’ll find yourself in a very similar position to the one you’re in right now, do you understand?” I ask, brushing my fingers across her bare shoulder until goose bumps appear in their wake.

“I understand,” she whimpers. Her eyes are wide and full of arousal and bliss. She may never have been on the receiving end of a spanking before, but my angel needs it. She needs to find that place where there’s only her and her Dom, or in this case, Doms, and the rest of the world is quiet. And that’s exactly where we’re going to take her tonight.

Elias and I look to one another, communicating silently the way we’ve learned to do over the years. Normally our roles are clear. He’s the one who enforces punishment, the harsh one so to speak, and I’m the nice guy. I coddle and comfort. I’m all about encouragement and pleasure. But it’s not as clear cut with Leighton because our roles are already becoming blurred. It’s not a bad thing by any means, but it is different, and that means we’re wading into uncharted territory. The roles we’ve played with women in the past were only for the night, but if we have anything to say in the matter, Leighton will become a permanent fixture in our lives.

“If one of us directs you to do something, it is expected you will do it without hesitation. The only exception to this is if you need to say yellow or red. Do you understand?” Elias says.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrects. “That’s your next rule. You are to address Wyatt and me appropriately at all times.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, and my cock jumps in my pants.

I’ll need to free it soon, or I’m at risk of it tearing straight through my pants. The words on her lips are downright sinful, and by the lust swirling around in my best friend’s eyes, I can tell he’s struggling just as much as I am to keep the beast inside caged.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, and a shiver vibrates through her body.

“She likes that, brother,” I muse. “I bet her pretty pussy will pulse on your cock if you call her that while you fuck her.”

Leighton’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. She isn’t used to men talking to her like this, but she had better get used to it. There are a million dirty things I want to whisper in her ear as we bring her unimaginable pleasure.

“Do you want to be a good girl for us, angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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