Page 46 of Trust in the Fallen

“I think it’s time for that punishment we discussed, pretty girl.” He starts toward his bedroom, and I follow after them, readying myself for an argument. He’s always been the one to correct behavior in our subs and normally I wouldn’t challenge him, but Leighton is hurt. The mottled bruises are only just fading, and I hardly think a spanking is what’s best for her right now.

But then the sweetest words fall from her pretty lips. “I think so, too, Sir.”

Elias carefully deposits her in the middle of his bed and stares down at her. She’s swimming in one of his old t-shirts despite all the clothes we bought her, and I can only assume it was him who chose her outfit today. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, and her eyes stare up at us with lust.

“Are you sure she’s ready for this?” I ask quietly.

“She needs to get out of her head. She needs to hand over control for a while, and we’re in a position to help her with that.”

I turn my attention to Leighton, looking for any signs of doubt, but when I meet her eyes, there’s nothing but trust in the deep-brown pools. The idea that this woman, this angel, could trust us is mind-blowing. She knows we’re not good men, we can’t be with the company we keep, and yet she puts all her trust in us anyway. She knows we’ll keep her safe above all else.

“What’s your safe word, angel?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl. Just like last time, I want you to say it if you’re in any pain, or you’re uncomfortable with anything we’re doing.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I groan and turn my attention to Elias who stares down at her with rapt attention. He crawls across the bed slowly, and Leighton can’t help but watch his approach. He reaches for her and draws the shirt from her body, revealing nothing but a silky G-string and plains of soft skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Leighton,” I murmur.

A deep blush spreads across her cheeks as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

Elias brushes a single finger across her collarbone, the light touch eliciting a trail of goose bumps in its wake. I’ve never been with someone so completely receptive to our touch like she is, and it’s fucking addictive.

“How’s your shoulder feeling, pretty girl?” He presses a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“It’s fine today, Sir.”

He scrutinizes her for a moment, making sure there’s no sign of deception in her words before he gives her a single nod. “Your punishment will not be a spanking today.”

She opens her mouth to respond, to argue even, but she quickly snaps it shut again.

“We’re going to give you a lesson in control.”

Her eyes widen in understanding, and I find a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips before I can stop it.

My specialty.

CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR

LEIGHTON

I’d almost forgotten how domineering these men can be.

Almost.

They stare down at me with lust in their eyes, both taking every inch of my body in like it’s the most delicious treat laid out for them, and it’s hard to remember all the reasons I’m self-conscious about my body.

If only the voices in the back of my mind would give me one night. One night to feel powerful, to feel sexy, to feel anything other than all the disgusting things my mother has called me over the years. But I think there’s every chance I’ll hear her voice every time I look in the mirror for the rest of my life.

Elias climbs up to the head of the bed and carefully drags me against his chest the same way Wyatt had the last time we were together.

The other man’s eyes roam my body hungrily as he shucks his shirt and pants in just a few quick movements, not wasting any time as he crawls up the bed toward me.

“Do you remember your rules, angel?”

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