Page 56 of Trust in the Fallen

Leighton bends without instruction and allows Wyatt to wrap the cuffs around her wrists. “Not too tight, angel?”

“No, Sir.”

He drops a kiss to her forehead and stands, joining me behind her to appreciate the view. “Look at our girl.” He runs a hand up the back of her thigh, carefully pushing the satin dress up as he goes.

We let out a collective groan when he pushes it over her ass, and we find her bare pussy waiting for us. There’s no way I would have let her out the door if I’d known she wasn’t wearing any panties. Any of these motherfuckers could have seen what’s ours.

“No panties, angel?”

She shakes her head, but she can’t look over her shoulder with the way her hands are bound in front of her.

“That’s very naughty, Leighton,” I admonish. “I think you need to be punished.”

A soft moan fills the room, and my cock hardens immediately. Fuck. I have no idea how I’m going to last. I need her almost as badly as I need my next breath.

I cross to the cupboard where the paddles are kept and pick out a leather one. We’re already making a big jump from hand to paddle. There’s no way in hell she’ll be able to handle a wooden one straight out the gates.

She watches me with interest and a little bit of trepidation, but she’s not afraid.

Our angel knows we would rather die than hurt her.

CHAPTERFIFTY

LEIGHTON

Desire burns in my blood like wildfire, and I can’t help but shift slightly in an attempt to get any kind of friction where I need it.

Wyatt chuckles behind me and moves his rough palm over the globe of my ass. “Are you already impatient, angel? Because you’ve got a long way to go before we’re going to give you any relief.”

I groan, but the idea of my orgasm being held just beyond reach only makes the wetness gathering between my thighs grow.

His hand leaves me for a moment, but he’s back a second later. Something wet touches my puckered hole and I instinctively try to wriggle away, but the binds and his hands on me hold me in place. “It’s just lube. We need to prepare you to take the plug you wanted so badly.”

I let out a steadying breath. I was so sure of the decision as I watched the scene unfold in front of me, but right now I’m second-guessing myself. I’ve never had any interest in anal sex. I mean sure, it’s hot in books, but in real life?

Elias crouches down in front of me, his thumb moving over my cheek in soothing circles. “You know we’d never do anything that would hurt you, right, pretty girl?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir. I’m just nervous.”

He smiles at me. “I know, but we’ve got you, and you’ve got your safe word.”

I let out a breath. I know that. I know they won’t let anything hurt me, and they’ve shown me that over and over again. They’ve taken such good care of me every step of the way. They nursed me back to health, helped me walk to the toilet, bathed me, and fed me when I didn’t have the energy to do it myself.

A single finger presses against my back hole, and I take a deep breath, trying desperately to calm my nerves.

“Good girl,” Elias praises. “Let him in. I promise it will feel so good after the first little bit.”

I lean into his hand and keep my eyes on him as Wyatt breaches the ring. I suck in a breath, but after the initial burn, I find myself relaxing into the sensations.

He withdraws for a moment but quickly returns with a second finger, and I breathe through the added pressure. It’s not unpleasant by any means. It just feels kind of strange.

Elias leans forward and catches my lips with his in a kiss full of need and desire. Before I met them, I had no idea kissing could set me alight like this, but every single time their lips press to mine, it takes my breath away.

Wyatt’s fingers disappear, and I let out a keening moan at the loss, but they’re quickly replaced by something cool and foreign.

Elias pries his lips from mine when I flinch, and he gathers my face in his hands again. “I want you to take a deep breath for me, pretty girl, and when Wyatt tells you, let it out slowly.”

I nod, words lost in the lust coursing through my body.

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