Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KNOX
“Are you going to let us tie you to the bed, Tesoro?”
Her eyes dart between the two of us before she raises a brow.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Removing the belt, I take her hands and pull her to her feet. Stroking a finger down her skin, I watch her as her cheeks flame red.
“We are going to eat your pussy until you are so wet your sweet nectar coats our faces. You’re going to come so hard you can’t see straight. And if you’re a good girl, and stop fighting your orgasm, we will show you how it feels to be fucked by real men. Do you want that, Tesoro?”
Her bottom lip trembles, but she nods ever so slightly.
“Yes,” she says in a low shaky voice.
Carter brushes his hand over her hair affectionately.
“You can say no, Little Heathen. You know that, right?”
He is the most intuitive out of the three of us. Carter understands trauma in a way Killian and I never will.
“I’m just scared. I’ve never been with a man I wanted to be with. I guess it kind of feels like my first time.”
My brother steps back as I undo the belt holding her hands.
“Lie on the bed, Tesoro. Hands on the headboard. I understand why you’re scared, but I promise you, everything will be fine. Pick a safeword.”
I grab my leather wrist cuffs out of a drawer, climb over her, take one of her hands, and fasten it to the headboard.
“What’s a safeword?”
Looking down at her innocent face, I realize how inexperienced she is. She has been with men, but in all the wrong ways. My chest squeezes as I understand, for her, this really is her first time.
“A safeword is a word you say if you want us to stop. You need to choose the word, because you need to remember it,” Carter says. I’m pleased that the conversations we’ve had stuck with him. When I designed the playroom, he had a lot of questions.
I nod in agreement as I fasten her other wrist to the bed.
“What’s your safeword, Tesoro?”
She chews on her bottom lip anxiously, before finally answering, “Donut.”
Carter and I glance at each other and try to hide our grins. I’m not sure if this means she likes donuts or hates them, but it’s the safeword she has chosen, so we go with it.
Grabbing the spreader bar, I set it on the bed.
“I’m going to take your panties off and strap your legs to this spreader bar. It will not hurt, but it’ll keep your legs open. It’ll keep Carter comfortable, and everyone safe.”
I don’t love using a spreader bar with an inexperienced woman, but I’m more concerned about what might happen if she instinctively closes her legs around his head. My brother has never done more than kiss a girl, so everything from here on is unknown territory.
She doesn’t look at me, but at Carter.
“I can’t touch you. Can you come closer to me? You two m-may be used to this, but I’m f-fucking terrified,” she chokes out. “I’ve been tied up before, and I d-don’t like it. I’m doing this for you.” A tear sneaks out, and Heather’s sob quickly follows.
Carter gets onto the bed with her and strokes her face gently while I remove her panties.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl. We are going to take care of you,” he says, his voice sounding raw with emotion.