35. Gabriel #2
She holds out the handcuffs to Noah, then the satin ties to me. “This is me trusting you with more than just my heart. This is me showing you that I do trust you with my mind, my body, and my soul,” she whispers.
We both take the items from her hands, looking them over without a clue what to say. “You want us to… tie you up?” Noah asks, feeling as uncertain as I do about this.
“Yes.” Vixen nods.
Sliding my fingers over the soft material, I feel a frown forming and find myself shaking my head. “No… I won’t do this.”
“Gabe…” She steps toward me, but I shake my head again and bypass her, putting the restraints back on the counter.
“No. Just this morning you tore your arms open because he was holding you with his hands! And now you want us to restrain you with these? No, fuck that shit. You’re not ready for this, Vixen, and it’s completely okay if you never are.
But don’t force yourself just to what? Prove a point? Please us? No. I’m not doing it.”
“We’d need a safe word, something you could tell us if it gets too real for you,” Noah suddenly says, and my jaw nearly hits the floor.
“You can’t seriously be entertaining this idea! Noh! You saw her this morning, you know as much as I do that she’s nowhere close to ready for this bullshit mentally.”
“But I am ready, Gabe!” She quickly grabs my hands and forces me to face her.
“I am ready, I’m just scared, that’s all, and I’ll never stop being scared if I don’t do this.
” Tears well in her eyes as she searches my gaze.
“I don’t want to be scared anymore, Gabe.
I don’t want my heart to race and feel like I’m fucking suffocating every time one of you squeezes my wrist too tight or holds my legs in a certain way for too long.
I fucking hate it. I just want to be free of this fear consuming me, and I trust you both to finally set me free. ”
“How is tying you up going to set you free when it’s the exact thing that caused you that fear?” I don’t fucking get it, and like hell if I’ll be the reason she ends up with more trauma. I’ve already done enough of that.
“Because I’m taking back control, Gabriel.
I’m choosing to take back something Victor forced on me and willingly handing it over to you.
These are my thoughts, my desires, my actions.
No one is forcing them on me. I am choosing to do this with you both because I know you will keep me safe and will do it right.
Because I know you won’t truly hurt me, and in that, I’m reclaiming what was taken from me. ”
I want to keep refusing, not entirely comfortable with this yet, but now that I understand why she wants this so much, it’s hard to deny her. And am I really capable of ever saying no to her? “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” She nods firmly.
I sigh, knowing I won’t convince her otherwise. “Fine… but Noah’s right. We need a word, something to tell us to stop if it gets too much.”
“Hm,” she thinks for a moment, then smiles. “Blueberry salad?”
“Jesus, she really is obsessed with that salad.” Noah laughs and shakes his head.
“What? It’s good! Besides, saying that during sex would quickly throw me off, so I’m thinking it will do the same for you both.”
“It would certainly have me pausing.” I chuckle.
“Okay, so we’re doing this?” She looks from Noah then to me as we both nod. “Good.” She takes a few deep breaths, shakes out her arms, then pulls herself up on the kitchen island.
“You want to do this here?” I frown.
“Yes, there’s more lighting here; I think that will help with my mind not… you know, going to dark places if I can see what you’re doing.”
Noah comes closer and picks up one satin tie; he kisses her cheek before beginning to tie one end around her ankle. She watches with wide eyes while focusing on her breath with every loop and tug he makes.
“Is this okay?” he asks her and waits for her nod before continuing.
“Can you scoot back a bit on the counter? I’m going to tie it to this handle right here,” he points to the very one right beneath the island, “and leave it in a bowtie. Like that one quick tug will set you free, just like I did around your ankle.”
“Okay,” she murmurs in a small voice and moves back, leaving her foot resting above the counter.
I get to work on her second ankle, mimicking the same knot Noah made, then tie that end to the other side of the counter, leaving her with both legs bent and spread toward either side.
We wait a few seconds as she wiggles her toes, then moves her feet around slightly, noticing how we left a bit of looseness to the ties.
“Where do you want these?” Noah picks up the handcuffs next.
“In the front, please. I… I need to see them.”
He nods and slowly wraps one around her wrist, once again leaving a bit of wiggle room, which I’m sure if she tried, she could squeeze her hand through it, then does the same to the other.
I stand back and watch as her entire body begins to shake, no longer just her hands.
It’s like she’s standing outside naked in the middle of a blizzard, unable to control the shiver coursing through her, and it fucking guts me to see her responding this way just at the sight of seeing her hands tied up.
I quickly step closer and wrap my arms around her, kissing her temple repeatedly.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she repeats while sniffling, but all it takes is letting her go to see just how not okay she truly is. She curls up on herself the moment Noah releases her wrists and hides herself with her arms, crying quietly.
I fucking hate this. I hate seeing this version of Ronnie. I want to fucking kill that asshole for creating this broken and terrified version of my beautiful and brave girl.
“Shh, everything’s okay. You’re safe, Veronica.
” Noah glides his fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her.
He then takes her hands in his and gently brings them back down.
“Look at me.” He waits for her tear-filled gaze to reach his, then smiles tenderly.
“I want you to take a few deep breaths, and then you’re going to repeat after me, okay? ”
“Okay…” She takes several deep breaths, letting them out slowly past her lips.
“Good girl.” He pecks her lips, then brings his eyes back to hers. “Now say it with me. You’re here, you’re now.”
Her face scrunches up with more tears when she realizes what he’s doing, and her entire body begins to relax. “I’m here, I’m now.”
“You’re with Noah and Gabe,” I say next, taking her other hand when Noah releases it.
“I’m with Noah and Gabe.” She smiles tearfully at me.
“They don’t want to hurt you.” Noah cups her cheek.
“They don’t want to hurt me.”
“They won’t hurt you,” I promise her.
“They won’t hurt me.” A tear slips down her cheek as I reach up to wipe it away.
“You’re here, you’re now.” Noah leans in and kisses her again.
“I’m here, I’m now,” she whispers against his lips.
“You still with us, pretty girl?”
Vixen smiles, letting out a small laugh and nods. “I’m always with you.”
“That’s our girl.” I kiss her next.
We give her a few more minutes to collect herself and see the change in her demeanor once she’s ready.
“There are several different items in the bag, all of which you are free to use on me. These were the hard parts,”—she lifts her cuffed hands then nods to the bag—“those are all fairly easy to me.”
Now that we’re right beside the bag, I peek in and my eyebrows skyrocket.
“Damn, you really went all out.” I laugh and pull out three different sized and shaped dildos, two vibrators, a set of nipple clamps, two anal plugs and anal beads, a magic wand, a ball gag, a flogger, and several other things that I’m not sure what they do or what they’re used for.
Noah chuckles, looking over everything, but then grabs the ball gag. “This one is off the table. We want to hear you if you need us to stop. But if you ever want to revisit this at another time when you’re more comfortable, then we can.” He tosses it back into the bag.
Okay,” she says.
“Hm, what to start off with?” I pass my hand over every item, smirking when I land on the wand. Our girl is so sensitive, she’ll lose her mind over this. I turn it on, making sure it has power, and smile when it buzzes to life.
Noah cradles her cheek and seals their lips together, distracting her from what I’m doing and getting her into the moment. I start off by gliding a single finger up her bare leg that quickly erupts with goosebumps, then take the same trail with the wand while it’s on the lowest setting.
She giggles at the contact but moans when Noah squeezes one of her breasts. I do the same to the other leg, first with my finger, then the wand, but this time trailing it higher to the junction of her legs, right over her covered pussy for barely a second.
“Holy shit!” she yelps, jumping slightly when it makes contact with her sensitive nub.
“So sensitive.” I chuckle and turn the wand off before setting it down on the counter beside her.
I grab one side of her panties and quickly tear the fabric apart, exposing her already glistening greedy cunt to us. Thanks to our girl coming down in nothing but a long white shirt and her underwear, this is making it super easy for us to gain access to her treasured places.
I grab her hips next and pull her slightly toward the edge of the counter. “Place her on her back. Staring at this beautiful pussy all spread out for me is making me hungry.”
Noah smirks and helps Ronnie lean back against the counter, delicately laying her head down as her legs now fold against her body and slightly in the air.
He lifts the shirt on her body, exposing her tiny, pebbled nipples to the cool air, and quickly captures one between his lips.
Her back arches as she moans once more, and it only gets louder when I drag my tongue from her puckered hole, over her entrance, and to her clit.