Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Tears pierced her eyes. It was a perverse way to apologize, but this was a connection she hadn’t felt in so long. If they could get back this piece of themselves, could they have it all?
“If you can’t trust me, I understand,” he whispered. “We can try this another way. But I need you to know I’m never going to stop trying.”
She’d always found this type of play frustrating and oddly freeing. It was a game, one where the goal was sexual satisfaction. And often emotional release. “I think we should give the newbies a good show.”
Tristan leaned in, brushing his mouth over hers. “Thank you, love. Don’t hesitate to use your safe word if it gets too much. This is play, and it’s for you. If it doesn’t work, we try something new.” He leaned back, his eyes going hard. “That’s twice now you haven’t called me Sir.”
And they were doing high protocol.
Carys knew her eyes went wide before she dropped her gaze. Shit. She’d walked right into that.
Did she need this excuse? Had they decided to put her in a corner in order to give her what she needed? He promised to make her scream. She’d thought it would be in pleasure, but what if what she needed was to release the poison in her system?
His words had already done some of the work. He knew what he’d done. He took accountability. It made it easier to sink into this role they wanted her to play.
They were going to push her and push her until she broke. The realist in her knew she needed to break.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, instinctively trying to go to her knees. If she could have, she would have dropped all the way down.
But she couldn’t. Because sometimes she couldn’t do things even when she wanted to. It was the odd lesson to this experience. She wasn’t at fault. She’d done nothing wrong. The “punishment” was nothing more than a way to get her where she needed to go.
“Are you? You don’t look sorry.” Tristan started to circle her, ducking under the straps holding her arms.
Aidan followed him, switching positions so now she was facing him. “Actually, we’re not looking at very much of you. Strip.”
Yes, this might be exactly what she needed. They would force her into impossible situations so she “earned” an amount of punishment absolutely sure to make her cry, to make her break. Carys looked down at herself. She had on her favorite corset and the skirt she used when she was looking for a more modest night. Getting out of a corset was easier than getting into it, but it required hands. She couldn’t simply shimmy out of it.
It was easier with Aidan in front of her. She could deal with Aidan. She wasn’t so sure about Tris. “Sir, would you help me?”
Aidan stepped back, considering the request. “Help you how?”
Asshole. And where the hell was Tris? Her heart rate ticked up as she realized he could surprise her from behind. What was that bastard planning? “I need help with my corset, Sir. I want to comply with your orders, but I can’t use my hands because you locked me in.”
Tristan pressed against her back. The feel of his hard dick compressed by the leathers was familiar but no less exciting because of the familiarity.
“Do you want me to show everyone your tits?” Tristan whispered the question against her ear.
His arms came around her from behind, and she leaned back into him.
“If that would please you, Sir.”
His lips touched her shoulder, and she felt the smile.
“You’re too well trained to make fun mistakes,” he murmured against her skin.
“I was trained well, and Aidan’s taken care of me,” she breathed back, turning to kiss his temple. Somehow here and now the words weren’t an accusation but rather a way to honor Aidan.
“I can see he has,” Tristan whispered. “And that’s why we have to get creative with reasons to punish you.”
Aidan smiled, an entirely predatory expression. “Very creative. I had a whole lot of last night to think about ways to torture you.”
“You don’t need an excuse to spank me.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But if you don’t disobey, then I don’t have a reason to call you my bad girl.” Tris straightened, and she knew the intimate byplay was over.
“Do you want me to show everyone your tits, sub?” Tristan used a stage voice, letting the audience hear him.
Did she want him to? He’d said she had an exhibitionist streak they’d never fully indulged. Did she want everyone to see her body? Or was it more about having her Masters be so proud to show her off? Was it actually putting their relationship on display because they were proud of it, because it brought them pleasure, brought the people around them pleasure? “If putting me on display would please you, Sir. Does it also please you, Master Aidan?”