Chapter 46 #3
Her bottom lip quivered. “Please. I can’t take much more. ”
“Oh, but you can ,” I murmured. “You will. But only when we say .”
She sucked in a sharp breath as I moved behind her, my hands ghosting up her thighs—just enough to feel her shake.
But I didn’t touch where she needed me.
Not yet.
Luca tilted her chin up. “You touch yourself now. But only where and how we say.”
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You move too fast, or come without permission—we stop everything . Got it?”
She nodded, frantic.
“No,” I said, tightening my grip on her hips. “ Use your words. ”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ll listen.”
I watched her hands slide down—slow, uncertain.
I exhaled through my teeth.
Fuck. She was dripping.
I slid a hand into her hair and gently tugged her head back.
“Let us see, baby. Spread your legs for us. ”
She dropped her knees wider.
Luca let out a low groan. “ That’s it baby, give us a show. ”
There was no hiding now.
She was raw.
Open.
Trembling.
And still—she waited.
Looking between us with something close to devotion .
“Now touch,” I whispered. “Real soft. Just enough to feel it.”
Her fingers moved slowly, tentative.
Her breath hitched—hard.
Luca crouched closer, watching every twitch of her body.
“ Good girl, ” he said softly. “That’s it. Don’t rush it. ”
“Tell us what it feels like,” I said. “ Say it out loud. ”
“I…” Her voice cracked. “I-it’s too much. I feel everything. Like I’ve been waiting forever. ”
“You have been waiting forever,” I kissed her temple. “You’ve earned this.”
But not without a fight.
“Don’t go fast,” I warned, tightening my grip in her hair. “And if you even think about coming before we say so…”
“I won’t,” she said quickly. “Please… don’t stop me.”
Luca shifted in front of her again, voice rough. “You gonna come for us like a good girl ?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Then keep going. Don’t stop. ”
Her fingers circled again—slower this time.
Deliberate. Controlled. Desperate.
Her thighs trembled, head dropping back against my shoulder.
I slid my hand over her throat, resting there—not squeezing.
Just holding her steady.
“You feel how fast you’re breathing?” I whispered. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“You’re gonna hold it,” I said. “You’re gonna beg .”
She moaned, fingers faltering. “I need to— please. ”
“Stop,” Luca ordered.
Her hand froze.
“ Don’t move ,” I said firmly. “Not a single inch.”
She was panting now, trembling so hard she nearly tipped forward.
“You want to come?” I murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Then tell us why you deserve it. ”
“Because I was good, ” she whispered. “I took both of you. I didn’t stop. I didn’t come. I—I listened.”
Luca leaned in, kissing the corner of her mouth. “And you’ll keep listening, won’t you?”
“Yes. Please. ”
I took her hand and brought it back down between her legs, guiding the pressure this time.
“Now circle slow ,” I said. “Right there. Feel how sensitive you are?”
She cried out, hips twitching.
“ Don’t you dare come yet,” Luca growled.
“I’m trying,” she sobbed. “I can’t— please —it hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” I said gently. “That’s what you get when you give your body to us. We decide when you fall apart.”
She moaned again—hips rocking. Barely. Controlled.
Obedient.
Her fingers were shaking. Soaked.
Her chest was heaving .
“You’re so close,” I whispered against her ear, controlling her hand. “But you’re not allowed. Not yet.”
“ Please, Daddies, ” she gasped. “I need to. I—I’m yours. I’ll do anything, just— please. ”
Luca glanced at me.
I saw it in his eyes. That edge of restraint— fraying .
“ Now ,” I whispered. “ Come for us, baby. Right now. ”
I guided her fingers, and she broke.
The sound she made was somewhere between a sob and a cry. It nearly broke me.
I held her steady as she came—arm across her chest, hand over her heart—feeling the stutter of every pulse.
Luca stroked her hair as she collapsed towards us.
“ Good fucking girl. You did so well. ”
“You took everything ,” I whispered, kissing her temple.
She was wrecked, glowing and ours .
And she thought it was over.
She thought that was it.
That letting go once meant she was done.
That we’d touch her gently now, clean her up, tell her how good she did.
And she had been good.
But she wasn’t done.
Not even close .
I caught her just as she dropped forward, breath still jagged and uneven.
She tried to curl in on herself—instinct, maybe. Or shame.
But I grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands behind her back, fisting her hair, tilting her head up.
Her eyes widened—dazed, barely able to process the shift.
“I—I thought?—”
“You thought wrong. ”
Luca moved around to kneel in front of her again, eyes black with something darker now.
“That wasn’t for you. That was for us. You were shaking , baby. Begging. That was obedience. That was ours. ”
“O pen your legs. Wider.”
She obeyed—even as her legs trembled beneath her.
I reached down and slid my fingers between her—already soaked, already twitching.
I slid two fingers deep into her.
Luca’s hand slid over her throat again.
“You’re going to come again,” he told her. “But not like last time. We’re going to make you.”
“We’re not asking anymore,” I added. “You belong to us now. That mouth. That pussy. That sweet, soaked little body.”
Her head dropped back with a sob .
But she didn’t close her legs.
Not once.
Even broken open —she still wanted this.
I curled my fingers inside her, just enough to graze the spot that made her twitch.
Then I stopped.
Paused.
Did it again.
Luca leaned down, mouth brushing the underside of her jaw.
“Look at you—shaking on Daddy’s fingers, soaking his hand, and all you’re doing is taking it.”
“Can you feel it?” I asked, curling again. “Right here? That ache? That’s where we live now.”
Her knees slide wider apart—her body surrendering fully to the rhythm I set.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, my free hand slapping the inside of her thigh. “ Keep your legs open, or I’ll tie them that way.”
Her breath hitched.
Luca smirked. “ Maybe we should anyway. ”
“I think she wants it,” I said. “Wants us to hold her open and take our time. Edge her again and again until she’s crying for us.”
She gasped when I pulled my fingers out suddenly—only to press them to her lips.
“Open.”
She obeyed, and I pushed my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She did—tongue slow, moaning around them like she liked the taste of herself. And that nearly finished me. It took all my control, to not come just from seeing her like this.
I swallowed hard.
“You’re going to cry for us next,” I told her. “Not from pain. From pleasure. From the way we pull every sound out of your body until you don’t know who you are unless you’re on your knees between us.”
She moaned against my fingers.
“ Good girl, ” I whispered.
Luca moved ahead of me, dragging one of the black silk ties from the drawer. The moment she saw it, her breath hitched.
She tried to sit up. “Wait?—”
“No,” I said, laying her flat on her back. “You don’t get to wait anymore. You get to submit. ”
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “You trust us?”
She nodded, fast.
“Then prove it. Give up everything. Even your hands.”
Luca climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs. “Let us hold all of you, baby. Let us own this moment.”
I tied her wrists tight—but not cruel. She wasn’t helpless.
She was offering.
She tugged once and whimpered—a sound I felt in my spine. Not from fear. From knowing she couldn’t reach us now. That she couldn’t touch. Couldn’t guide. Couldn’t control.
Just receive.
“We’re going to take our time now,” Luca moved his hand up her thighs. “We’re going to enjoy you.”
She arched at his touch, but couldn’t move. Couldn’t pull him closer.
I took my time kissing down her stomach. Each press of my mouth was slow, possessive. I kissed her like I owned her skin—like no one else ever would. When I reached her hips, I glanced up.
She was watching us both. Eyes heavy. Lips trembling.
Luca lowered his mouth to her breast, taking her nipple between his teeth while his hand slipped lower, between her thighs.
But he didn’t touch her where she wanted.
Just above.
Just below.
Never there.
She whimpered, wrists pulling at the tie. “Please?—”
“No,” I said sharply, rising to my knees. “Not unless we say so.”
I watched her chest heave. Her body was already responding—tight, desperate, twitching from the edging .
Luca looked at me and grinned. “Let’s see how many times she can come with her hands tied.”
I moved between her legs, spreading her open.
I slid two fingers inside. Slow. Deep.
“ Feel that? ” I asked softly. “How you’re already pulsing for us? That’s not even stimulation, baby. That’s ownership .”
She gasped.
But I didn’t move them. I just held them there.
Her thighs shook beneath my hands.
“Color, baby,” Luca asked, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“ Green, ” she breathed, her voice soft but certain, reaching for him instinctively, even bound.
I slid my hand across her stomach, holding her there, steady , keeping her grounded as she trembled beneath us.
Luca bent down and kissed her mouth—slow and filthy. “You’re going to thank us when this is over.”
“For what?” she breathed.
“For breaking you like this,” I said. “For taking what’s already ours and teaching you how to need it.”
She arched, desperate.
“Count. ”
She blinked, dazed. “W-What?”
“Every time you come tonight,” Luca said, sliding his finger between her circling her clit with deliberate pressure, “you’re going to count it for us. Out loud. ”
“And if you forget?” I said, voice dropping. “ We start over. ”
She gasped, already trembling. “I—okay—yes.”
Good girl.
I moved faster now, curling my fingers just slightly, while Luca drew tight, perfect circles against her.
Her head dropped back.
“One!” she sobbed. “One—I’m—oh my God— one. ”
“That’s it,” Luca licked her nipple, praise slipping into hunger. “Let go. Let us ruin you.”