28. Flora

28

FLORA

T he silk ribbons flow through my fingers as I practice the final sequences for tonight’s show. The empty tent feels peaceful in the early morning light filtering through the canvas. My muscles remember each movement now, flowing from one position to the next with practiced grace.

I catch my reflection in one of the mirrors positioned around the tent—my hair pulled back in a tight bun, practice leotard hugging my frame. Three weeks of intensive training have built my confidence. However, butterflies still flutter in my stomach when I think about performing in front of the Christmas crowd tomorrow night.

The tent flap rustles, and I spot Colt and Nash entering. Something seems off about their expressions. There’s an intensity in their eyes I haven’t seen before. They stand watching me, neither speaking right away.

“Morning,” I call out, unwinding myself from the silk to face them. “I was just running through the finale sequence again.”

Nash’s jaw is tight, while Colt’s hands are clenched at his sides.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

Did something happen?

Are they having second thoughts about letting me perform?

They exchange a look between them before Nash takes a step forward. “We need to talk, little bird.”

Colt follows, his ice-blue eyes locked on mine. “There’s been a development we must discuss before the show tonight.”

I grip the silk tighter, trying to ground myself against the anxiety building in my chest. Whatever news they have, their expressions tell me it’s serious.

“What’s wrong?” I force the words past my dry throat, watching their faces for any hint of what’s troubling them.

Nash runs a hand through his dark hair. “Phoenix intercepted some messages between Tommy and Jake. They’re planning to take you after the show tomorrow night.”

My knees buckle, and Colt steadies me with his strong hands. The silk ribbons slip from my grasp as memories of their abuse flash through my mind.

“But we’re going to flip their plan,” Colt’s voice is steel. “We’ll be ready. Phoenix is tracking them. Instead of them taking you, we’re taking them.”

I look between them, seeing the cold determination in their eyes. “What... what are you going to do to them?”

“You don’t need to know the details, little bird.” Nash steps closer. “And you don’t have to be there. We can handle this.”

“It’s going to get bloody,” Colt adds, his fingers tightening slightly on my shoulders. “We want you far away when we’re dealing with them.”

My heart pounds against my ribs as I process their words. These two men, who’ve shown me nothing but protection and care, plan to avenge the years of torment I survived on my behalf.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to them,” I insist, my voice stronger than expected. “I need to know.”

“They won’t leave breathing,” Nash states.

Colt nods in agreement, and I search their faces, seeing the darkness I’ve always sensed lurking beneath their well-crafted masks.

“I want to help,” I say. “I need this. I need my revenge, too.”

Nash’s dark eyes study me. “Are you sure? This isn’t revenge for us. It’s avenging the depravity forced on you. This isn’t something you can take back.”

“It will change you,” Colt adds, his ice-blue gaze piercing me. “Once you cross this line, there’s no returning to who you were before.”

I lift my chin, meeting their stares with unwavering determination. “I’m already changed. They took that innocence from me.” My hands clench into fists at my sides. “This isn’t about becoming something different. It’s about healing. About taking back the power they ripped from me.”

Nash and Colt exchange a look, their debate requiring no words. I’ve seen them do this before, but this time, it seems to weigh heavier than anything I’ve seen before between them.

“I need to be part of this,” I continue. “I’ve spent years being helpless, being their victim. I won’t be a victim anymore.” My voice grows stronger with each word. “I want to see the light leave their eyes. I need them to know I’m not that scared little girl anymore.”

The darkness in their expressions shifts, morphing into something I’ve not seen since before I lost my parents, pride, maybe? They understand. Of course, they do. These two men who harbor their demons have protected me since I stepped into their world.

“If you’re sure,” Nash says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We’ll make sure you get your closure.”

Colt groans. “You’re fucking sexy when you say things like that,” he growls, making me giggle, then captures my lips with an intensity that makes my knees weak.

Nash moves behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips. His lips find my shoulder, trailing gentle kisses across my skin in contrast to his firm hold. The dual sensations of their touch ground me, reminding me I’m safe between them.

I reach back, tangling my fingers in Nash’s hair as Colt continues to kiss me. They surround me completely—my protectors, my salvation, my home.

Colt breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we catch our breath.

“We should focus on making plans,” I murmur, trying to keep my thoughts clear despite their distracting touches.

“Tomorrow,” Colt says firmly. “Tonight is about us.” He pulls back, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “We’ve been wanting to talk to you about something else. Something that’s been on our minds.”

Nash’s grip tightens possessively as he adds, “Something we think you might be ready for soon with a little preparation.”

The shift in their tone makes my stomach flutter with nervousness and anticipation. “What is it?” I ask.

Nash steps forward, his eyes filled with concern. “Little bird, we want to start preparing you and explore something wilder tonight. It’s been building between us for a while, and we think you might be ready to prepare for the next step.”

My stomach drops. “What do you mean?”

Colt’s gaze is unwavering. “We want to be inside you at the same time. We’ve both fantasized about it, but only if you’re comfortable with trying to work up to it.”

My breath catches in my throat as the implications of their words sink in.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly. “I... I don’t know if I can handle both of you.”

Colt’s eyes soften. “You can do it, angel. We’ll go slow. Make sure you’re ready. But we want to give you that pleasure.”

My cheeks flame with heat, and I can’t meet their eyes. The idea of it both thrills and scares me.

“Have you ever...” Colt trails off, his voice gentle. “Have you ever had anal sex before?”

The question snaps me back to reality, my nervousness fading as the memories rush in.

“Once,” I whisper, my gaze fixed on the floor. “The night they both... the night they first raped me.” The words tumble out, and I wince, hating the lingering shame. “They both took turns. It was rough, and I... I bled.”

Silence falls as the weight of my admission hangs between us. I feel Colt’s hands on my shoulders, his thumbs gently rubbing.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Nash’s voice is thick with anger. “We didn’t know. We would never?—”

“No,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “No, I want to. I really do. But...” I bite my lip, hesitating to voice my deepest fantasy.

“But what?” Colt prompts, his thumbs pausing as he waits for my answer.

“I want the masks,” I blurt out, rushing the words out before I can change my mind. “I want it like that first night, except with you both.”

They’re silent momentarily, and I peek up to see their reactions. Nash’s eyes are hooded, while Colt’s expression is unreadable.

Colt shakes his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. At least not tonight. We need to play with your ass a little, get it prepared, make sure there’s no pain. And see how you feel afterward. This isn’t something we can rush, especially not with your past experience with anal.”

Tears fill my eyes as I’ve never had anyone who cares about me like Colt and Nash. The way they want to protect me, cherish me. I nod. “Okay, but can you wear the masks but keep it light? I love it when you wear them.”

“If that’s what you want.” Nash kisses me softly. “We’re going to help you heal. One step at a time.”

“You sure about this, angel?” Colt’s eyes are soft, but his voice is edged with hunger. “We don’t want to push you too far.”

My chest tightens at the thought. “I need it,” I confess, even as my pulse pounds in my ears. “It’s twisted, I know, wanting you to wear the masks. But it’s what I want.”

Colt nods. “Then it’s what you’ll get. We’ll give you what you need.”

Nash steps forward, his eyes burning. “We’ll make you ours in every way that matters.”

My knees weaken at his words, my body already preparing for what’s to come. “Take the masks,” I whisper, my voice husky with anticipation.

They don’t need to be told twice. With practiced ease, they stride to one of the equipment boxes and retrieve the same masks from that first night I gave myself to them.

Colt turns to me, the mask dangling from his fingers. “Are you ready?” His eyes hold mine, searching for any hint of uncertainty.

I give a small nod, unable to speak past the dryness in my throat. I swallow, my eyes flitting to Nash.

He’s looking at Colt. “I love seeing you in a mask, Colt,” he admits, his voice tight. “Makes me wish my ass was ready to be fucked.” His words shock me even as a coil of need tightens low in my belly.

Colt’s eyes darken with need, and I see the same hungry spark ignite in Nash’s gaze. “If your ass was ready, I’d bend you over right now and fuck you so hard, you’d still feel me tomorrow.” His voice is a low rumble, and I shiver at the image his words evoke.

“Fuck,” Nash breathes, his eyes half-lidded.

Colt’s eyes burn into mine, and he steps toward me. “Would you like that? Watching us go at it in masks?”

The image sends a thrill through my body. I gulp, feeling lightheaded as a heat I’ve never known pools between my legs. “Yes,” I whisper, the admission ripped from someplace deep inside.

Colt’s eyes darken further.

I crave that darkness, the same darkness that seems to lurk inside me. They understand this about me. They know my needs and desires and never shame me for them.

“Get ready, little bird.” Nash’s voice is rough as he pulls the mask over his face.

I swallow, my pulse racing as Colt approaches, his eyes full of fiery intention.

Colt’s eyes burn with a possessiveness that weakens my knees, but I know I can trust him and Nash. I know they’d never hurt me. Gently, he pulls down the straps of my leotard and pulls it down with my panties until they pool at my ankles. I step out of them, waiting for his next instruction.

“Get on your back like a good girl,” Colt demands, his voice softer than usual.

I swallow hard and then lie on the practice mat as he says.

They both stare at me with fire in their eyes, Colt palming his growing erection in his pants.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask

Nash growls and approaches, dropping to his knees before me. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” he murmurs.

Nash kneels between my legs, and I gaze up at him, his dark eyes flicking up to meet mine as he settles over my core. And then, he lifts his mask enough so his lips can access me. I moan softly as his tongue begins a slow exploration, drinking in my essence, igniting me from the inside out.

Colt drops to his knees beside me, his expression hungry as he watches his best friend feast on me. I reach up, tangling my fingers in Colt’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss even as my hips undulate under Nash’s skilled mouth.

Nash pulls back with a growl, his eyes full of hunger and something else. “You taste so sweet, little bird.”

Colt releases my lips, his eyes on Nash. “I want to taste her, too.”

My breath hitches as Nash nods.

Colt lifts his mask higher so his lips are free, and I cry out as their tongues touch, duel, and dance together over my clit.

I thread my fingers through their hair, moaning as they consume me. Their mouths work in tandem, sucking, licking, and nibbling as I writhe beneath them. My hips buck as a coil of pleasure tightens in my core.

Nash’s fingers slide into my entrance, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. Colt pulls back, his eyes searching mine as Nash finger fucks me. I’m already so wet, so ready, and his ministrations have me trembling on the edge.

“Give in to us, angel.” Colt’s voice roughens. “Let us watch as you break.”

I cry out, my back arching as pleasure erupts within me. Nash laps at my essence, his digits working in and out, while Colt kisses me, swallowing my cries.

As my tremors subside, they pull away. My chest heaves as I soak in the afterglow, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure.

“Are you up for it?” Colt queries, his eyes burning into mine, reflecting deep desire and serious worry. “We’ll ease into this, and I’ll be right here with you. If it feels off, you just say the word, and we’ll hit pause.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. I know this will be different than those horrific nights when Tommy and Jake forced themselves on me. I trust Colt and Nash to guide me through this. Their touch has brought me only pleasure and healing.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, giving a small nod to reinforce my words.

Colt cups my cheek gently.

“It’s okay to change your mind,” Nash adds, his voice soft. “We can do this another time.”

I shake my head more adamantly, meeting Colt’s gaze. “I want this. I want to heal with you both.”

Their eyes soften, and a silent communication passes between them.

“Okay, let’s get you on your hands and knees.” Colt helps me turn over, and I lie facedown, grateful for the soft padding underneath me. “Nash, why don’t you talk her through it? I’ll take charge of stretching her slowly.”

I suck in a sharp breath as I feel Colt’s fingers trace the crease of my ass, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

“Just relax, little bird,” Nash murmurs. “Focus on taking long, slow breaths. You’re safe with us, and we won’t go any faster than you can handle.”

I nod mutely, feeling Colt’s fingers caress my hole.

“That’s good, angel,” Colt says, his voice a low rumble. “Now, I’m just going to rub some lube between your cheeks.” I feel the slick sensation as he coats his fingers. “This might feel cold.”

“Empty your mind, Flora,” Nash encourages. “Focus on my voice. Breathe with me.”

I try to relax as Colt’s lubed fingers make gentle circles, teasing my hole. I bite my lip, tensing slightly.

“Just like that, angel,” Colt murmurs, his tone soothing. “Breathe for me, and I’ll gently slide one finger inside.”

The pad of his finger teases my entrance, and I suck in a breath, my body momentarily tensing.

“Easy,” Nash says, his fingers stroking my hair. “You’re doing so well. Relax and let him in.”

I nod, breathing more rapidly now, and Colt’s finger slips inside me. I gasp, my body adjusting to the intrusion. It’s different entirely from what I experienced before. It’s not unpleasant at all.

Colt’s finger moves in and out gently. “You’re so tight, baby.”

“You’re handling this beautifully,” Nash praises, his fingers continuing gentle strokes through my hair. “Feel Colt’s finger inside you. It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

I shake my head, moaning softly as the discomfort gives way to pleasure. “No, it feels good.”

“Good girl,” Colt rumbles, his deep voice reverberating through me. “Now I’m going to add a second finger.”

Colt applies more lube, and I sense another slick finger brushing against me. “Just ease into it and give me a slight pushback,” Colt instructs. “You’re handling this beautifully.

I do as he says, pushing back slightly, and he slides another finger into me, stretching me further.

“Just like that, angel,” he admires, his fingers gliding smoothly.“You’re taking both of my fingers effortlessly.”

I moan, my body surrendering to the unusual but not unpleasant sensation. Their voices wash over me, guiding me through it. I feel so safe with them, so treasured. It’s the complete opposite of anything I experienced before.

“You ready for more, little bird?” Nash asks, his voice full of anticipation. “Ready for a small dildo next?”

The words send a jolt of excitement through me, and I nod eagerly, my body humming with desire. “Yes,” I breathe. “I think so.”

Colt gently pulls out his fingers, leaving me feeling empty, and retrieves something from the drawer behind. I hear the sound of lube squirting, and then Colt passes something to Nash.

“Look at this beauty,” Nash says. I turn my head slightly to see he’s holding a dildo which is half the girth of either of their cocks and much shorter. Not intimidating at all.

“You sure about this, Flora?” Nash asks gently, holding up the toy.

“I’m sure,” I breathe, my heart pounding.

Colt moves behind me as I stay on my hands and knees, his hand ghosting over my clit, teasing and bringing me back to the edge of desire. His other hand slides the well-lubed tip of the dildo back to my hole, using just the very tip to tease my rim.

“Just like this,” he whispers. “We’ll go slower than slow.”

“You’re doing amazing,” Nash praises, kneeling beside me. “Absolutely perfect.”

I tense slightly as Colt pushes harder, the tip stretching my rim wider. My body clenches involuntarily around the intrusion, and he holds still, waiting for me to adjust.

“Just let yourself unwind,” Nash reassures. “There’s no need to rush. We can take as long as we want.”

My body relaxes at Nash’s encouragement and how patient they are. Colt begins to tease the dildo in and out, just breaching the tight ring of muscle each time. My breath comes in gasps, my focus narrowing to the sensations.

“Good girl,” Colt says softly, his fingers caressing my clit. “You’re handling the toy like a dream.”

Nash’s lips find mine, his mouth moving urgently against my own as the dildo pushes into me further. I moan into his mouth, my body welcoming the slight burn.

Colt’s finger drags through my pussy lips. “God, you’re so wet,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “So fucking responsive.”

Nash kisses his way along my jaw, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “It’s true, Flora,” he breathes. “You have no idea how good it feels to watch you being such a good girl.” His lips brush against mine, his mouth hovering just over mine as he speaks. “Knowing that you trust us like this to make you feel good.”

I whimper as Colt’s fingers slip inside my pussy, curling to find that special spot. “You’re dripping, angel. So perfect just for us.”

Nash kisses me deeply, his tongue plundering my mouth even as Colt’s dexterous fingers stoke my pleasure higher. “Tell us what you want, Flora,” Nash urges.

“I want Colt to fuck my pussy while keeping that dildo in my ass,” I murmur, my clit throbbing at the thought. “And I want Nash’s dick in my mouth.”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Colt croons, his words like a caress even as he continues to work his fingers deep into my soaked core, stroking that special spot that has me arching and mewling.

I cry out, my walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure spirals through me.

“God, she’s amazing,” Nash breathes his mouth still against mine, capturing my groans with his lips.

Their praise fuels the flame of my desire, and I groan as Colt’s fingers continue to play with my clit. “Please,” I whimper, caught between need and a slight discomfort from the dildo.

This time will be different. I’m exploring this with men who would never hurt me.