Page 47 of Trust in the Fallen

“Some of them, Sir.”

“Well there’s only one I need you to remember tonight.” He grips my chin between his fingers and forces me to look into the intensity of his eyes. “Do not come unless we tell you.”

Elias presses his lips against my ear and chuckles. “And if we tell you to come, you come without hesitation.”

My brows furrow in confusion. That second part shouldn’t be too hard to follow, not if the last time we were together is anything to go by, but I can’t see how that would be part of a punishment.

Wyatt smirks as he drags the flimsy fabric down my thighs. “Orgasm denial isn’t the only form of torture, Leighton.”

Before I can respond, his fingers brush along my slick folds, and I let out a soft moan. Sex shouldn’t have been on my mind over the last week, not when Jason tried to force himself on me, not when my pelvis and thighs have been black and blue from the brutality of his attack. And yet every moment I spend with Elias and Wyatt I can’t think of much else.

His calloused palm moves up my thigh as his fingers tease me with gentle touches designed to drive me insane.

Elias kisses my neck, my shoulder, the shell of my ear, and between them I’m overwhelmed with sensations. Each kiss, touch, nip, brush of skin sends me closer and closer to an edge I crave so badly but know will be ripped away from me at the very last second.

Wyatt repositions himself between my legs until he’s lying on his stomach with his head resting against my thigh. His ministrations of my clit are unhurried and gentle, not quite enough to get me close to the abyss, but enough to make me pant with longing.

“Mm, our pretty girl is getting out of her head,” Elias praises as his fingers begin brushing circles over my hardening nipples. “Perhaps it’s time we discuss what you’re being punished for.”

I nod against his chest, too blissed out to form a response.

Wyatt teases my entrance with the tip of his finger, and I can’t help the groan of frustration that escapes my throat. I need more. I need everything they can give me. I need it all.

“You ran from us, angel,” Wyatt says as he pushes the finger deeper before withdrawing it and moving the tip over my overstimulated clit.

“I’m sorry,” I moan, trying my hardest to hold still.

“Tell us why,” Elias demands, the deep timbre of his voice against my ear dragging a lustful gasp from my chest.

“I had to, Sir. I didn’t have a choice.”

“You absolutely had a choice. You could have waited for us to wake up. You could have discussed things with us. But instead you left a note and ran.”

I flinch at the disappointment in his tone, but Wyatt quickly brings my focus back before my mind can drift off by plunging his finger inside me, tearing a scream from my throat.

“Why did you sneak out, little one?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying desperately to get my bearings, to focus my mind enough to answer his questions cohesively. “Because I was worried you’d talk me out of leaving,” I admit to not only them, but myself as well. At the time it was just automatic, I didn’t allow myself to think about it too closely. But now? Now it makes sense.

Wyatt and Elias bend me to their will with such ease, but never in a way that hurts me. They don’t tear me down at every opportunity, they build me up. If I’d given them the chance to talk me out of leaving, I may have listened.

“Would that have been such a bad thing, angel? Even before all this you were miserable, were you not?” Wyatt asks as he presses a second finger in alongside the first one, stretching me deliciously.

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I try desperately to find an answer to their questions that won’t ruin lives. That won’t ruinmylife when this inevitably comes crashing down.

I’m too caught up in my own thoughts to notice the withdrawal of his fingers, but I don’t miss the harsh slap on my pussy and the pinch of both nipples that tears a cry from my lips.

“You’re thinking too much, pretty girl,” Elias croons as Wyatt pushes his fingers back inside me and gently massages the spot that threatens to detonate me.

“I have nothing without them,” I cry out the admission I was hoping to hold to myself. “The conditions on my trust fund require me to marry someone my parents see fit. They stopped me from getting any work experience after college, they wouldn’t let me get a job, and no one will hire me without their say so.” The painful thoughts are only the tip of the iceberg, but they’re all I can give them right now. The rest is too much, and considering their alliances, I’m not sure what they would do with the information if I gave it to them.

Wyatt looks up at me with wide eyes while Elias tenses behind me, but I don’t know which part of my admission has dragged this reaction out in them.

“Did your trust fund always have those parameters?” Elias asks behind me as Wyatt continues his assault on my G-spot. I’m careening toward the edge, but I’m not silly enough to think they’ll give me the release I crave.

I let out a moan and try to close my legs around his hand. I need just a little more and maybe, just maybe…

I can taste the first wave of my orgasm, but it’s quickly stolen from me with a slap to my folds for good measure. The startled yelp only seems to make them both chuckle before they each return to work overstimulating me.

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