Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
HANNAH
Their hands are everywhere.
Asher’s fingers move over my clit in tight circles, bringing me to the edge before easing off again. From the first time we scened at the club, he’s known exactly how to play my body, known what I like and what drives me crazy.
It’s part of the reason I thought I had found the one.
That was before I realized he had been lying to me since the first time we met, that everything I thought we shared was nothing more than a perfectly planned farce.
Rowan must see the hurt cross my face because he dips his face, brushing his lips across mine in a way that feels like a direct contradiction to his usual hardness.
In all the time I’ve known him, he’s always been cold and ruthless.
Except with me.
“Let go for us,” he murmurs against my lips as his fingers lightly pinch my nipples.
God, why does it have to feel so good to have their hands on me?
My mind and my body are certainly not on the same page right now, because despite the fact that they’ve lied to me, I’m putty in their hands.
Asher brings me to the edge again, causing my entire body to tremble in their arms, but this time when he eases off, he moves lower. His finger dips into my entrance to the first knuckle, dragging a needy moan from my throat.
God, he knows how to tease me. He knows entirely too much about what I want and need.
“Asher,” I whine.
“That’s not what you call me when any part of me is inside you, Hannah,” he croons. He pulls his finger free from my aching heat before slapping his palm down on my clit.
I scream, the mix of pleasure and pain moving through my body, only serving to make me more desperate for them.
“She loves having her pussy spanked,” Asher tells his father.
“Have you ever made her come like that?”
“Once,” he groans against the shell of my ear, his thick cock grinding against my back. “God, she was fucking beautiful as she fell apart, her poor abused cunt clenching around nothing.”
“Fuck,” Rowan murmurs. “Our girl really does love when it hurts, huh?”
“She sure does. Our perfect little pain slut.”
The moan that tears from my throat at their conversation is borderline pornographic. Why is it so hot listening to them talk about me like I’m not here? It shouldn’t be…right? I should be offended or something?
Another slap to my pussy drags me out of my thoughts as Asher bites down on my shoulder. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Sorry,” I moan, my hips shifting of their own accord. I’m so worked up, and they’ve barely touched me.
I never stood a chance.
Rowan uses his free hand to guide my chin up until I’m staring into his eyes, and fuck, nothing could prepare me for the emotions swirling in the ice blue pools.
It’s really fucking hard to be mad at someone when they’re looking at you like you’re their reason for breathing.
Asher’s finger notches at my entrance again, and I can’t help but shift my hips with impatience. “Such a needy girl,” he breathes, but he doesn’t keep me waiting. He presses two fingers inside me, slowly massaging the spot inside me that will make me explode. “Don’t come.”
A whimper falls from my parted lips, earning me a groan from the man in front of me.
“The sounds you make, baby. Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about how you would sound when we touched you?”
I shake my head.
“Probably for the best,” Asher mumbles, earning himself a chuckle from his father.
The way they talk about me, like I’ve always been a part of whatever the hell it is they’re proposing, has butterflies erupting in my stomach.
Even with all the uncertainty gathered inside my chest, I can’t help but notice how easy it is to submit to them. How my body gives before my mind can talk us out of it.
It’s everything I ever wanted when I discovered BDSM, and what I thought I’d found with Asher.
Rowan twists my nipple, sending searing pain straight to my aching core and tearing a cry from my throat. “Out of your head, Hannah,” he reminds me.
I press my eyes closed as I push my mind to the place I crave.
Asher’s constant ministrations have me barreling toward the edge, every nerve in my body firing with pleasure and need.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what, Little Doe?”
“I need more. Please.”
Rowan brushes his fingers along my cheek before wrapping them around my throat, tightening his grip until my pussy clenches around Asher’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re strangling me, baby.”
“Do you like being choked, sweetheart?”
I nod, unable to speak around his grip.
“So perfect,” he breathes. “I never could have dreamed you would find yourself in the lifestyle without our guidance. I could push you in the right direction with so many things while we were apart, but not that. And you found it anyway. You learned to be a perfect sub without either of us interfering.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, the pride in his eyes making my pulse beat erratically beneath his fingers.
“I think our girl deserves a reward for being so good for us,” Asher muses against my shoulder, his lips and teeth dragging over the sensitive skin.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Rowan holds my gaze. “But she did try to run from us. I’m not sure whether to reward her or punish her.”
My body tightens at the thought, because as badly as I want to come right now, my mind craves a punishment.
After everything that’s happened the last few days, there’s nowhere I would rather be than subspace.
Maybe I’m fucking insane for wanting to hand myself to the two men who have done nothing but lie to me, but I need this.
Even if it’s just for today, just this one moment of weakness, it’ll be enough.
It has to be enough.