Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EBONY
Their heated discussion is too muffled for me to make out, so I lean in a little closer.
“Looks like someone’s been eavesdropping.”
I’m yanked unceremoniously through a slit where two sides of the fabric meet by my arm. Caleb’s hand feels warm on my skin, and it’s only now I’m realising this is the first time he’s properly touched me. I bristle at how good his rough touch feels.
“Let me go Caleb.” I struggle against his grip, unsure if I mean the words flying out my mouth.
He does as I’ve ordered, shoving me forward, but I’m not expecting it and I tumble to the floor. Scrambling to my feet with my hands on my hips I scowl at him.
“That glare would be more powerful if you didn’t have whiskers and a tail.”
Fuck. I had forgotten I was even in costume.
“Don’t listen to the grump, Ebs. I can get on board with this look.” Coop sighs as he circles me, ready to pounce should I turn my back on him. I don’t like to admit how good it feels when I see arousal darken his mottled green gaze.
“Something on your mind?” Caleb snaps, pulling my attention from Cooper.
The dimly lit space feels ominous without the chatter of the patrons from earlier, almost eerie in its vibe as Caleb stands stoic with his hands loose at his sides, Cooper with a more relaxed stance as he sits on a raised plinth, his hands steepled against his lips as his elbows rest on his knees.
I rub my hands together, wishing they were tied like the last time so I could ground myself with the rough bite of the rope on my skin.
I feel too unbalanced right now, too exposed.
“You haven’t been around, since…” The words trail off as I kick at the dirt ground beneath my feet.
The weight of their intense gazes almost too much to bear.
Once upon a time, I had told these two men every secret I ever had, poured out my heart to them when I thought the world was closing in around me.
I hate the emptiness that fills me now without their comfort.
“We thought we said everything we needed to when we gave you that.” He gestures to the tattoo peeking out of my dress.
“Thought you might need some time to process,” Cooper finishes for him.
“I’ve had six years to process the loss; I don’t want time.”
“Demanding today, aren’t we, Dove.”
I shudder at the moniker as it skates over my heated flesh like a soft breeze.
“We’ve been locked away for six years. Funny, all we’ve had is time to think about what you did to get us there.” The twist of guilt in my gut threatens to expel the alcohol still sloshing around in my belly at his words.
“I can explain…”
“I don’t want your words right now, Dove; I want your obedience.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” I beg, emotion clawing at my throat as the words stutter from my lips. Knowing I really would do anything they asked of me if it meant I’d earn their forgiveness.
“Mmmm. Anything?” Coop asks with a wide grin as he gets to his feet, licking his lips as he appears to share an unspoken idea with his twin.
“Anything,” I confirm with more confidence than I feel.
‘Anything is a shit tonne more than we have, but okay.’ I disregard the thought entirely.
My lungs ache as I swallow back a tentative breath, my heart thumping with nervous energy as I glance between the two men, because deep down I know it’s true.
I really would do anything just to have them look at me the way they used to before our lives blew up the way they did.
“Sit on it,” Caleb orders, his tone almost cruel as he refuses to offer me the slightest affection that I need. A wash of confusion masks my expression as I look around at what he might want me to sit on.
“SIT.ON.IT,” Caleb repeats, cruelly gesturing to the saddle slung over a gymnast’s beam that stands tall at hip height beside me. My lips part to ask why, but the tension pulling at his jaw as he grinds his teeth with impatience has the question dying on my lips.
I’ve missed them—Cooper’s playfulness and his explorative approach to foreplay and Caleb’s authoritative manner as he commands my attention.
His dark side daring me to disobey him so he can punish me.
His brows pinch together as his heated gaze refuses to leave my reddening face, patience visibly waning as he waits to see what I’ll do.
I lower myself into a side-saddle position.
Before my arse has a chance to touch the leather, Caleb tuts his disapproval and shakes his head, and I snap back up to standing.
“I don’t see a lady anywhere in here, do you?”
Grinding my teeth, I fling my leg over the saddle and mount it.
I straddle it easily, remembering how good it felt to ride their horses on the farm when we were younger.
My booted tiptoes scrape the ground either side of me as I shuffle to get comfortable The hem of the tight leather dress inches up my stocking clad thighs and bunches around my waist. I go to shift my placement and tug it back down but stop dead when a warning growl leaves Caleb’s full lips.
He works his lip between his teeth, the anger palpable as he approaches me.
“You don’t cover yourself from us.” He doesn’t wait for my response, nails raking over my sensitive heated flesh as Cooper tugs the dress up and over my head, my breasts bouncing free as the cool air tickles my pert nipples.
I fight against the urge to cover myself; instead, I straighten my spine.
The sodden gossamer thong silky against my slick centre is the only barrier between us now.
Cooper reaches for the buckle holding the length of material that is keeping the cat’s tail in place.
“Leave it,” Caleb practically growls the order, and Cooper chuckles heartily, his hands raised in surrender as he backs away.
Walking around to my other side, a pensive expression on his face, he appears to assess every bared inch of me like I’m an attraction he’s prepping for a show. The grin forms slowly across his lips when he’s done with his intense perusal of my body
“Much better.” It’s barely a crumb of praise, but it’s enough to have my mouth twisting in a proud smile. “Bared to the world and ready to take whatever it is we give you like an obedient little slut,” Caleb says proudly as he greedily peruses my naked body.
I shouldn’t like him calling me that, I shouldn’t feel all warm and snuggly inside—Caleb Knox is not my Prince Charming.
‘But he totally is though.’ My friendly little alter ego chuckles at my expense. Even my brain is against me.
“Ride it,” Caleb growls, articulating each word pointedly so there is no room for misunderstanding. My jaw slackens. They are testing me.
Can I really be the good girl they want me to be? Can I be enough for these men?
A crimson flush of embarrassment crawls across my chest and up my throat.
They are trying to humiliate me. My instinct is to climb off and deny them, to walk away with both the metaphorical and literal tail between my legs.
But I know I won’t, my need to please them, to finally have them listen to my side of the story, outweighs my instinct to flee. So I steel my spine.
‘It’s what you deserve though—isn’t it?’ I instinctively nod my agreeance at both the internal thought and to Caleb’s order.
I vowed I would never choose between them, and they swore they would never make me.
I should hate this, being debased this way—but it’s the lightning strike of arousal at my core that tells me I’m fucked up enough to be into this.
I roll my hips, slow and steady at first, unsure of why he’s ordered me to do this.
When the tension begins to bleed from my limbs, I allow myself to relax a little, my weight acting as an anchor as my core glides forward easily.
My swollen clit pulsing as it comes into contact with the raised curve of the stiff moulded leather.
“Fuck,” I say after a shaky exhale. The throb of need building in my belly the harder I grind against the saddle.
Through half lidded eyes, I see Caleb’s cock stiffen as he watches me intently.
That emboldens me to rock forward with more force.
This might be the quickest I’ve ever orgasmed.
It’s not going to take much; I’m already so worked up.
The building pressure turns into a raw need as I crest on the precipice of my looming release.
His fingers pinching my chin causes my eyes to fly open—snapped back from the floaty feeling that was taking over my body.
This is the closest Caleb has allowed himself to get to me, warm heavy breaths caressing my cheek.
The torture of him denying me my release is worth it as I breathe in his bergamot and leather scent greedily.
“You’ll come when we say you come, Dove, and not a moment before. You understand?”
I nod, groaning at the heaviness between my legs. Secretly hoping he’ll take pity on me and not make me wait too long. The hardness he’s got stashed away in his jeans is long and thick pressed up against my thigh—I guess we’re both being tortured here.
“Are you fighting the urge to move right now, Dove?”
I nod again, pouting, and his mouth lifts at the edges with a smile.
“As you were.”
I don’t need telling twice as excitement tingles in my belly. I start off slow, enjoying the languid reanimation of my pleasure that thrums beneath the surface of my sweat slick skin. My hand winding around the reins so I can keep myself upright.
Cooper appears at my side with a length of thin jute rope, his gaze tracking every loop and knot he makes as he decorates my body with it.
His nimble fingers making light work of it as he wraps me like a pretty present.
The intricate thatched corset hugs every curve and tightens around my hips as I fall forward, that familiar heat building low in my belly again as I fumble with the steady rhythm I’ve been keeping.
My hips roll me a little too far forward as my core clenches around nothing painfully, needing to be filled.
Cooper slides me back into place by tugging on the rope wound around his fist, the sensation of it deliciously course as it scrapes against my sensitive skin.
I yelp when the leather of the riding crop bites into my skin, doing absolutely nothing to help me regain the steady back and forth roll of my hips as a jolt of pleasure takes me by surprise, the sting on my arse cheek yet another sensation to tease the orgasm clawing at my fuddled senses—desperate to be released.
They are wearing far too many clothes for my liking.
Seeming to read my mind, Caleb pulls his shirt up over his head, every inch of taut muscled skin inked with artwork, that prominent V that leads down to the bulge in his jeans flexing as he approaches me.
The sight of him, the friction against the leather, the possibility of getting caught out here—it’s all too much.
I’m done for. Before I can ride the wave and let the release crash over me, I’m hauled up and off the saddle.
Groaning in frustration, I harumph when Caleb places me down on my shaking legs.
His fingers run under the tight ropes across my hips, either testing Cooper’s Shabari skills or finding any excuse to touch me. I’m praying it’s the latter. Cooper could duct tape me to a tree and shove an apple in my mouth, and I’d still congratulate him on a job well done.
I want to reach up, pull him close and kiss him so badly, but the thought of him pulling away—I don’t know whether my heart could take the rejection.
Caleb likes control; he is most comfortable when he is in charge.
So for now, I’ll take whatever he has to offer me and be a good little slut for them.
I reach up to cradle his face, hoping this simple touch isn’t too much for him.
He steps away sharply, inhaling deeply as though being this close to me is distressing for him.
The thought of my touch making his eyes darken with what I suspect is a chaotic mix of anger and arousal.
I’ll find a way around this man’s defences if it’s the last thing I do.
“On your knees,” he demands, his back to me as he centres himself.
I comply without hesitation. Silently pleading with him to turn and look at me bowing down at his feet.
Pulling my hands behind my back, Cooper uses the costume cat’s tail and winds it around my wrists to bind them against my spine.
A rush of panic courses through my veins when my shoulders are tugged painfully into place.
“You can run away now if you want to, Dove. I’ll have Coop untie you, and you can go back to your life.
You’ll never see us again,” he offers sternly, his chest heaving.
Cooper steps into view, shirtless and gorgeous as he opens his mouth likely to protest that he isn’t on board with this part of his brother’s plan, but the words are flying out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“I understand, Cal. I want this,” I state, knowing it’s the truth. I’ve never wanted anything more.
Coop visibly relaxes beside me, hitting his brother with a death glare for even planting the idea in my head.
The thought of never seeing them again makes my heart thump against my ribs painfully.
This, being here with them, it’s all I’ve wanted for so long.
The only way I’m leaving here, is if they order me away, and everything in me is praying they don’t.
My lips part as I stare up at the broad man fuelled by rage, eclipsing the light above him, casting his beautiful face in shadows. “I’m yours.”