Page 57 of Trust in the Fallen

The plug presses further against the puckered hole at the same time I drag in a deep, ragged breath.

“Okay, angel, let it out,” Wyatt instructs, and I do as he says as slowly as I can manage.

The plug slips inside me with ease, and once it’s seated, it doesn’t hurt at all. If anything, it feels kind of good.

“Such a good girl for us,” Elias rumbles, pressing one last kiss to my lips before standing and joining his best friend behind me.

It’s hard not to feel vulnerable when I’m spread open for them like this, but I’m nowhere near as anxious as I imagined I would be.

A soft buzzing fills the room, and I tense for a beat before I force myself to relax again. They won’t hurt me.

Vibrations trail up the back of my thigh, over the globes of my ass before continuing down my other thigh. I may never have been allowed to own one, but I know it’s a vibrator of some kind and tingles of anticipation spread through my body.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, pretty girl,” Elias rumbles. “Wyatt is going to shove this vibrator in your pretty little cunt, but you are not to come. I don’t care how desperate you are, you will not fall over the edge. If you do, you will not be allowed to come for a week. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp out as the head of the vibrator presses against my clit.

“I’m going to give you ten spanks with my hand, and ten with the paddle. If you’re a good girl and take your punishment, youmaybe allowed to come once you’re taking both our cocks like the little slut you are.”

A whimper escapes as Wyatt pushes the vibrator inside me, pressing it in and out a few times for good measure before holding it as deep as he can push it. The vibrations tear a strangled cry from my throat, and for a few long seconds I panic. I’m not going to be able to hold off my orgasms. There’s no way. Not with my ass full of a plug and the vibrator pressing on both my clit and G-spot.

“Color check, Leighton,” Wyatt says as he brushes a comforting hand down my back.

I hesitate for a second, contemplating whether I really want this to slow down, and the truth is, I don’t. I love the freedom their control gives me. I love not having to make decisions but always having a way out if I need it. I may be bound to this bench right now, but I’ve never been more free. The invisible shackles of my old life were heavy and impenetrable, but these aren’t, and for that reason I murmur, “Green.”

Elias lets out a pleased noise, and I settle myself against the bench. The soft leather against my stomach and chest heats with the temperature of my skin, and I allow my body to relax into it despite the nerves bubbling in my gut. “Count with me, pretty girl.”

The first slap of his hand takes my breath away, but it doesn’t burn like I expect it to. “One.”

The second comes down on my other cheek, and I hiss out a breath. “Two.”

The next five are in quick succession, each one coming a moment after I say the last number until there are only a few left with his hand.

By the time the final one comes down, I’m panting, tears brimming in my eyes. The mix of pleasure and pain they’re inflicting on me is overwhelming, but I’m not tempted to say my safe word, not when it feels so freaking good.

“You ready for the paddle, Leighton?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Wyatt uses the few seconds while Elias picks up the leather instrument I watched him choose from the drawers across the room to push the vibrator in and out of me while twisting the plug in my ass.

I cry out, the sensations almost too much for me to handle as my release dances just a breath away. It would be so easy to fall over the edge, to succumb to my body's baser needs, but I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, praying a different kind of pain will bring me back from the edge.

The first smack of leather on my heated ass takes a few seconds to hurt, but when it does, itburns. “One.”

Another three hits in rapid succession tear the air straight from my lungs until I’m gasping the counts out. My entire body is on fire, the battle between pleasure and pain overwhelming me until I’m not sure how I’m going to drag in another breath.

“What are we up to, pretty girl?” Elias demands, and I allow the tears to fall against my cheeks. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Four,” I gasp through ragged sobs. Tears track down my cheeks through the next four smacks of the leather. My ass burns so hot I swear it’s seconds from setting alight, and I can’t drag in a breath through my cries. It’s too much. I can’t do it.

The word is on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason I can’t spit it out. Instead I continue to count. I’m not sure if the words falling from between my lips are legible, but they seem happy with it, and all that matters to me is this moment and the wholeness that settles in my chest.

If these men could be the rest of my life, I’d be the happiest woman on earth.

CHAPTERFIFTY-ONE

WYATT

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