Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
ASHER
The St. Andrew’s Cross was always part of the plan for tonight. How could it not be when it’s the first way we ever scened together?
But the way she relaxes in my arms at the knowledge makes my desire to be everything she needs that much more satisfied.
I’ve never been opposed to sharing the role, but this is the first time Rowan and I will ever have shared a woman.
It’s not something either of us was ever particularly interested in, but there’s no way either of us could have given up Hannah, and we came to the agreement with ease.
We would never make her choose between us, and we’ll do everything in our power to make this work between the three of us.
Rowan watches hungrily as I guide her toward the cross and help her get into position so I can restrain her. The tension in her shoulders melts away with each cuff I secure around her wrists and ankles.
I step back from the cross, staring at her perfect ass for a moment longer than necessary before meeting Rowan’s gaze.
“What’s your safe word, Hannah?” I ask.
“Red.”
“And if you start to get nervous and want to slow down?”
“Orange.”
“Good girl,” I praise, running my fingers down her bare back, relishing in her silky skin beneath my calloused fingers.
I move across the room and join Rowan, where he’s looking over the paddles.
It’ll be him who punishes her. Showing her he knows what he’s doing and that his shoulders can carry the burden of her pain and emotions is an important part of establishing trust between them before we reveal who he is to her.
I point to a soft leather paddle, and when he looks up at me, I give him a quick nod. In the months we’ve spent together, I’ve learned exactly what my girl needs, and I can guarantee she’ll fucking love it.
He moves toward her slowly, allowing the anticipation to wash over her as his heavy footsteps draw closer.
I look through the drawers until I find what I’m looking for and round the front of the cross.
The moment her eyes lock on what I’m carrying, they flare with a mix of trepidation and excitement, forcing a rough chuckle from my throat. Why am I not surprised that the idea of a wand being held against her pretty little cunt while she gets paddled excites her?
I make quick work of plugging it into the outlet and turn it on to the speed and setting that will drive her wild before closing the distance between us.
“Where are you at, Hannah?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I praise, brushing my fingers along her cheek as she leans into my touch.
There’s something about having her trust in my hands that makes my own anxieties push to the surface.
There are very few things I’m afraid of, but I’m fucking terrified of losing Hannah.
I haven’t spent the last five years watching her every move to allow her to slip through my fingers.
Rowan positions himself behind her and brushes his hand down her back, silently letting her know he’s getting ready to start. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A groan escapes his throat as the word falls from her lips like a quiet prayer.
The first slap of leather against skin makes her jolt, but it’s quickly followed by a soft moan as I press the wand to her aching clit.
“Oh god,” Hannah murmurs as the second strike hits her perfect ass.
“Believe me, sweetheart, God’s not here.” Rowan chuckles, and I can’t help but smirk. She doesn’t realize she’s found herself surrounded by two of the most dangerous men in the city.