Chapter 41 Aleksandr
ALEKSANDR
Eva stood by my bed, trying to look defiant and failing. Her hands twisted together, her breathing was uneven, and everything about her body language screamed uncertainty beneath her bravado.
So fucking beautiful.
This was going to hurt all of us so goddamned much, and yet, I didn’t have the power to refuse her anything, nor to refuse myself this.
“Strip,” I commanded.
Her hands hesitated at the hem of her borrowed shirt.
“That wasn’t a request, baby girl.”
In moments, her clothes were folded neatly and placed on the bed beside her, and she stood before us, eyes bright, breathing quickly, trying so fucking hard to pretend she wasn’t vulnerable right now.
The lamps in my room made her soft curves glow with otherworldly beauty, her freckles a constellation on her skin that begged me to trace them with my tongue.
“On the bed,” I said. “On your back, legs spread.”
She climbed onto the bed, settled against the pillows. Her legs pressed together, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Spread your legs. Let me see that gorgeous cunt, already dripping for us.”
She did, slowly, and revealed how wet she was, how her arousal begged for me to taste it.
“And your arms. Let us see all of you.”
She moved her arms to her sides, fists clenched in the sheets.
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured, and, fuck me, she blushed.
Cole moved to one side of the bed, Tristan to the other. I stayed at the foot, drinking in the sight of her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said. “We’re going to make you come until you can’t remember your own name. If you try to touch us, if you try to reciprocate—we stop. Completely. Understood?”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“Life’s not fair, baby girl. Do you understand?”
Her jaw clenched. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“I know how to use the stoplights,” she snapped.
“Good girl.”
Cole bent over to capture her mouth in a kiss, and, to my surprise, she let him, tangling her fingers in his hair as he devoured her mouth. Tristan bent to her breasts, his tongue circling a nipple while he kneaded the other.
While they kept our girl busy, I opened my closet and removed a duffle bag that I’d filled with items in hopes a day like today would finally come.
I cleared my throat then dropped the bag with a thump. When I held up a crop, Cole’s eyes lit up. So did Eva’s. Tristan watched thoughtfully, his hand stroking his cock through his shorts—my shorts. God, I shouldn’t love that so much.
“What else do you have in the bag there?” Tristan asked, releasing Eva’s breast with a pop to take a knee by my side.
“Roll over onto your hands and knees, baby girl,” I ordered her. “Knees apart.” She spread them further until we could see her cunt, wet and aching, even though we’d barely touched her.
Carefully, I smacked her thigh, garnering a sweet yelp of surprise. I worked my way across her ass, getting a sense for how she’d react.
Beautifully.
So fucking responsive.
Eva was so goddamned perfect.
Quietly, I narrated my strikes to Cole and Tristan, showing where they hurt the most and how to vary the strength and intensity. I listened carefully to Eva’s responses—when she tensed, when she flinched from the whistle of the crop moving through the air.
She’d used a safeword once already tonight, yellow, and I wanted to trust that she’d do it again, but she deserved extra care today.
I alternated strikes with gentle touches. Hard enough to hurt, soft enough to tease, building the sensation until Eva was trembling, incoherent, lost in it.
I handed the crop to Cole. “Your turn.”
He brought it down on her inner thigh.
Eva cried out, her arms shaking.
“Again,” I commanded.
He found a rhythm that had Eva sobbing into the sheets.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Give her what she needs.”
“Color?” Cole demanded.
“Green!” Eva sobbed. “Fuck, green, don’t stop.”
I moved between her thighs, licked her while Cole worked her over with the crop. The contrast—pain and pleasure, sharp and soft—had her shattering in seconds.
She came with a scream, her whole body seizing.
“That’s one,” I said, not giving her time to recover. I slid two fingers inside her, crooked them to hit that spot that made her see stars.
“I can’t—” she started.
“You can,” Tristan said, moving to stroke her hair. “You’re so good for us, kitten. So brave and resilient and stubborn and fucking perfect. Just let go. We’ve got you, I promise.”
Cole brought the crop down on her ass again, and she shattered, coming around my fingers with another broken cry.
“Two,” I said with satisfaction. I slid my fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal. “Open,” I commanded.
Eva’s lips parted, and I fed her my fingers, let her taste herself. She sucked them clean, her eyes glazed.
“Good girl,” I praised, withdrawing my fingers.
“Gimme a taste, Coach,” Tristan said, looking up from between her thighs with a grin.
Coach. My eyes narrowed.
I swiped my fingers through Eva’s folds again, collecting more evidence of how much she wanted this, and held them up to Tristan.
He took them into his mouth and sucked, each pull going straight to my cock. His eyes stayed locked on mine.
Tension crackled between us. Cole watched with dark, hungry eyes from where he’d settled on his knees beside the bed. Eva made a small sound—need or curiosity, I couldn’t tell.
I grabbed Tristan’s chin, hauled him up from between Eva’s thighs. “You’re playing with fire,” I warned him.
“Maybe I like getting burned,” he said.
Fuck it.
I captured his mouth. He melted under me for half a second then surged up, meeting me with equal hunger. His hand slid around my neck, holding me to him as we battled for dominance.
I bit his lip, and he groaned, pressing closer.
“Holy shit,” Cole muttered.
“What are they doing?” Eva asked breathlessly.
“Tristan was sucking on Alek’s fingers, devouring the taste of you,” Cole narrated. “And now, they’re kissing. And it’s fucking hot.”
The sound of his voice reminded me where we were, what we were supposed to be doing.
Reluctantly, I pulled back. Tristan looked stunned, his lips swollen, breathing hard.
“We’ll finish this later,” I promised darkly.
“Promises, promises,” he said, but his voice shook slightly.
I turned back to Eva, whose arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up.
“Such a needy little slut,” Cole rasped, his eyes hooded and dark. “Tits out, ass up, so fucking turned on, you’re dripping down your thighs. And you want us to believe you don’t need this? That you don’t need us?”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re such a fucking liar, sparrow.”
Tristan grinned beside me. “You should see the view from here, her gorgeous pussy soaked for us, that fucking luscious ass jiggling every time you hit her.”
Eva moaned, her eyes glazing over.
I handed the crop to Tristan, who gave her an experimental tap.
“More,” she breathed.
“Her ass isn’t the only thing you can hit with that,” I instructed. “Gently at first, on her inner thighs.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched. “I don’t actually enjoy hurting her,” he murmured. “Watching her ass move was amazing, and I love watching her respond to you, but—”
“Then don’t,” I interrupted firmly, holding my hand out for the crop. “Get on your knees and worship her instead.”
Tristan immediately did so. Eva’s lips parted, and her cheeks flushed.
Experimentally, I flicked the crop at the inside of her thigh. She jumped at the pain then melted. “Fuck, yes, more,” she breathed.
“Who’s in charge here, baby girl?”
“You are,” she breathed.
“Can you trust us to give you what you need?”
Tristan slid his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out with agonizing slowness.
“Yes, I—please,” she begged.
“That’s right, baby girl. Beg.”
“Please,” she whined. “I need—I can’t— Please don’t stop.”
“What do you need?” I asked, brushing the crop against her skin.
“You. This. Fuck!” Her voice broke. “I need the quiet, Sir. Please.”
I whipped the crop against the inside of her thigh, careful not to hit Tristan, and she moaned. Tristan withdrew his fingers, angling from above so he could play with her clit while I worked her over.
Thwap! She shrieked when I hit her cunt with the crop. Thwap! Thwap!
Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t ask us to stop, just writhed, making those mewling whimpers that made me want to gather her in my arms and kiss her.
“Please,” she gasped.
She came apart again. Three.
“How many more can you take, malyshka?”
Eva shook her head. “I don’t—I can’t—”
“Wrong answer,” Cole growled. “You can and you will, because that’s what good sluts do. They take everything we give to them.”
She took in a shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
“Color?” I demanded.
“Green,” she gasped. “Fuck, green, please don’t stop, I’m green—”
“That’s my girl,” Cole said as he crawled onto the bed behind her, spreading her out in his lap. I worked her inner thighs with the crop while Tristan worshipped her with his mouth. Cole’s hands roamed her body, one kneading her breast, the other playing with her nipple.
Four. Then five, six, and seven.
She didn’t use her safeword, but after her eighth climax, she was sobbing, her voice hoarse—a wrung-out mess. Cole, Tristan, and I looked at one another for a long moment before Cole gently kissed her cheek. “Such a perfect slut for us,” he rasped as he brushed her hair out of her face.
“You’re a gift,” I murmured against her skin. “So brave and so perfect and so damn capable. I’m so proud of you, malyshka.”
We cleaned her up gently before dressing her in one of my shirts. Her hands trembled as she let us take care of her, and I saw the war happening behind her eyes—wanting to lean in to this, terrified to let herself.
“Eva—” Cole started.
“Can we just sleep?” she asked, and her voice cracked slightly on the last word. “Please?”
Her chin trembled, and I wanted nothing more than to take her pain away from her, to make this better.
At least she wasn’t running. She hadn’t pushed us away. She’d let us worship her, even if that worship was as much punishment as anything else.
“Of course, baby girl,” I said, sharing none of my thoughts as I gently laid her in my bed.
Cole and Tristan shared a look then started for the door.
“Wait,” Eva whispered urgently. They turned. “Could you—” She stopped and bit her lip, fresh tears welling. “Please don’t leave me, not tonight. I can’t—I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “I want you to stay.”
The vulnerability in that admission made my chest ache.
“We’re here,” Tristan said, climbing into bed on one side of her.
Cole climbed in behind him, and I settled in behind her, pulling her back against my chest.
Tristan’s arm draped across her waist, his fingers tangling with mine where they rested on her hip.
She was rigid at first, holding herself apart even while letting us surround her. But slowly—so slowly—she softened, and her body relaxed into our warmth. Her hand found Cole’s in the dark, on Tristan’s thigh.
We lay there in the darkness, none of us sleeping, all of us pretending.
I felt the exact moment Eva started crying. Silent tears, her body shaking with the effort of keeping quiet.
“Baby girl,” I said against her hair.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
“Eva,” Tristan said softly.
“Please don’t,” she begged through her tears.
Fuck. “Go grab a sports drink,” I told Cole. “Grab a soft blanket out of my closet,” I instructed Tristan. Guess they were going to learn how to manage sub drop tonight.
“I’m fine,” Eva hiccupped, and I wished she trusted me to take care of her.
“You were so perfect,” I crooned as I scooted up to sit against the headboard and gathered her in my arms, settling her between my legs, her back to my torso.
Tristan handed me a blanket, and I carefully wrapped it around her, making a note to order a weighted one for her in the morning.
“So good for us, letting us play with you tonight.”
She shuddered, the tears still flowing, and I held her close, nuzzling my cheek against hers.
Cole returned with a bottle of Gatorade, a travel mug of hot water and a tea bag, and a bag of gummy bears he’d dug out from god knew where. He met my amused gaze defiantly. “I didn’t know what she’d want.”
“Just let me cry,” she whispered.
“Malyshka,” I murmured against her hair, “you just went through an intense emotional and sexual experience, and you’re crashing as all the exhilaration leaves your system. Cry as much as you need to, all right?”
“Tea or sports drink?” Cole asked her.
She shook her head.
“Slut,” he snapped, and she shuddered but looked up at him. “What did I tell you about my toys?”
“You take care of them,” she said finally. “But I’m not yours anymore.”
“You keep telling yourself that, sparrow.” Cole’s lips tilted up, and he bent to kiss her knee. “Sports drink or tea?”
“Sports drink,” she said finally. He handed me the bottle.
“I can hold it,” she protested.
Tristan cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Kitten, we just spent hours making you fall apart. Let us hold you while you put yourself back together.” His expression softened. “Please let us do this.”
She took another deep breath and then nodded, allowing me to tilt the sugary blue liquid into her mouth.
Between sips, Tristan fed her gummy bears.
“You’re so fucking brave,” Cole murmured sleepily. He stretched out between my legs, nuzzling his cheek against Eva’s blanket covered feet. “I’d have told me to go fuck myself.”
“She has, several times,” Tristan reminded him, and he laughed quietly.
“He’s right, you know,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
Eva didn’t answer. Her breathing had evened out, and she’d fallen asleep, sitting in my arms. I sat there for a long fucking time, feeling her warm weight against me, knowing she was torn apart inside and not knowing how to fix it.
We’d tried to show her this was real.
But she was too scared to believe us.
So we’d just have to keep proving it, every day, until she didn’t have a choice but to believe us.
Until she stopped fighting and fucking admitted she was ours.
Again.
Forever.