30. Tell

30

TELL

S he watches me out of the corner of her eye as I ease down onto the bed, tightening the cloth around her head, forcing it between her teeth. In mock protest, she tries to pull away, and I jerk back into position, narrowing my eyes to show my displeasure.

“Bite down if you have to. But you will stay quiet. I don’t want you waking the others.”

Hellena’s eyes flare at me, then her glare settles, heat and longing tracing the lines of my half-naked body. I resist the urge to touch her sweetly, to caress her skin.

That’s not what tonight is about.

She follows me with her eyes as I stand and walk across the room to the kit I brought with me.

“With everything that’s been going on, I’ve been worried, Hella. I can’t stop thinking about your getting shot. About getting separated at the Block compound.”

A soft little moan makes me turn to look right at her, the concern written all over her face.

Shaking my head, I continue, laying out my tools. “I know, you want to console me, but don’t worry. I’m fine. However, it’s been eating at me that something could happen to you again. I know Gavin and Evan will do everything they can to protect you. Just like I will.”

“But we think it’s prudent to make sure you are prepared for the chance that you might get taken.” Evan’s smooth tone breaks in from the corner, and I can’t help smiling.

Always with the theatrics.

Hellena’s head snaps to the side, her inhale of shock sucking in through her flared nostrils. I can almost feel the thrill shooting through her body as she looks between us, chest heaving, wondering what we have planned.

“We decided to repurpose one of the rooms in the basement for a different kind of training,” I explain as Evan rises to join me at the foot of the bed, stripping his shirt off, the two of us admiring the view of Hellena’s prone form.

“Mmm,” she growls in frustration.

“Evan, do the honors.”

I normally wouldn’t think to give him orders, but in this case he’s letting me take the lead. He nods before adjusting her ankle straps. Then he moves to the wall, unlooping the rope and tugging upward.

Slowly, firmly, Hellena is dragged upright by her wrists.

And I almost lose it right there at the sight of her expression.

Shock.

She can barely even squirm the way I tied her. Now that she’s up on her knees, she’s completely at our mercy, her ankles still immobilized.

“Yes. You won’t be able to move. You won’t be able to do anything .”

“And before you get too excited, think again.” Evan’s dark gaze makes me shiver.

“This is training, Hella, so I need you to focus. Remember the exercises that you’ve been practicing. Breathing. Meditation.”

“You might want to start now,” Evan adds, yanking suddenly on the straps, making her flex as she’s stretched out, dangling just above the bed.

Quickly, she sucks in a breath before exerting control, stilling and closing her eyes.

“Good.”

We give her a few seconds to fall into a rhythm before I begin, gently dragging the tip of the birch rod down her side, making her flinch. It fools her, making her eyes ease back open.

And in true Hellena fashion, she arches her back, pulling against her bindings to wiggle her chest at me, tempting me.

“Don’t make a sound,” I warn her, a grin spread over my face right before I snap the switch across her exposed thigh.

Her eyes snap closed with pain, and I see her clench, biting down on the gag.

When she recovers, the reality of the situation settles.

All of her teasing sensuality is gone, replaced with anger.

“I warned you.”

“He really did.” Evan heads to the shelf. He’s better at hiding his smile as he returns with another strip of fabric.

Hellena jerks her head away this time, grunting in rage. But Evan is quicker, using her movement against her to loop the band around her head, blindfolding her.

The next several minutes drag into a different kind of torture. Waiting.

After a bit, I can see her glistening in the dim light, sweat breaking out on her forehead, across her chest above her tank top.

It’s tantalizing. And it’s terrible.

I almost cave, almost let her down, embrace her.

But this is important. We have to know that she can survive being captured. Evan watches me closely, witnessing the battle in my head.

With a grim nod, he lets me know he’s right there with me.

So we each take a knife and flank Hell on the bed, letting her sense our presence before dragging steel across her flesh. Neither of us intends to cause her too much pain, but we aren’t gentle.

Bright red welts trail the tips of the gleaming daggers, all the way up to the edge of her shorts. And then through them as we cut the fabric away.

Hell grits her teeth but remains perfectly still.

Next we tatter her shirt, leaving her only in her bra and panties. It takes me several moments to compose myself at the sight, clamping down on my urges and desires.

Years of training take over, sending back to that place of perfect calm.

Even so, I see Evan’s eyebrow quirk up as he glances down. A little smirk curls my mouth as I look right back at him.

No surprise. We’re both rock hard in our shorts.

“Now that you understand the nature of what we’re doing and how much you’ll have to endure, we need to establish some rules. A safe word, or safeguards, anyway. ”

“If this were real, there would be no safe word. Remember that,” Evan hums into her ear. The only indication of acknowledgement I see from her is a twitch of her head and the goosebumps pebbling her entire form.

“Since you can’t speak, we’ll need another way for you to tell us if you’ve had too much.”

“Three grunts, or three taps. Like this.” Evan makes the sound as he swats the back of her forearm in time with it. “Understood?”

Nothing.

I lash out suddenly with the switch, rapping the same pattern of three on her quivering ass cheek. The hits aren’t very hard, just enough to make her shake, to know she needs to respond.

“Mmhmm.” She nods. Then she repeats the sound, breathing hard.

“Are you ready? Or should we stop?”

Hellena’s posture says it all, her back straightening, her chin rising in defiance.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Your ass is ours, now, Hellena. No going back.”

And just like that, we’ve begun.

The first few minutes are a warm-up, testing her limits in the binding, stretching her to her limits. She pulls against us, against the straps, her muscles flexing beneath her smooth, silky soft skin.

Her workouts and sparring with Gavin have paid off. She’s strong. And flexible.

Not only that, but her stamina has also increased dramatically.

Half an hour slips by as we whip her, scrape her, rough her up, and taunt her. At some point, we stripped her bare, making her completely vulnerable.

Still, she holds out, never gives up. Even as her body shakes with exhaustion and the strain of focusing.

After every bout, we give her a short break, always erratic, unpredictable. And then we’re back at it with something new, something shocking. As much as the pain and physical exertion, we use anticipation to weaken her, wear her down.

The hour marker hits and she’s still going strong.

“Fucking impressive.”

“You taught her well.” Evan’s chest is rising and falling with his own efforts. Or maybe it’s just the fact that the past hour has made the two of us even more aroused.

As seriously as we both came into this, with every intention of preparing Hell, we can’t deny how hot the situation is. Hell’s curves are practically begging me to shift into a different type of torture.

And fuck me, but Hell knows how to read my mind.

Relaxing her arms above her, she presses her knees into the mattress, spreading her legs. She rolls her neck, easing some of her tension right before she rolls her hips toward us meaningfully.

Evan bites his lip as I swallow hard.

She’s drenched, glistening arousal slicking her inner thighs, soaking into the sheets below her.

Has she been getting off on this the entire time? Knowing it was us, that she wasn’t really in danger even as we pushed her to the limit…

“Unbelievable,” Evan growls, reaching the same conclusion. With a grimace, he rips off her blindfold, revealing Hellena’s wide-eyed glare.

Challenging us.

Mocking us.

“You cocky little…” I trail off, reaching out and grabbing a handful of her hair. I yank her head back, leaning in to kiss her neck, biting down.

As I do, I pinch one of her sharp, pert nipples hard, making her moan into her gag.

No more training.

I need her. And it’s clear that she’s ready for us.

Evan joins me on the bed, taking her other side and going to work devouring her skin with his teeth and lips, like an animal uncaged. Hell reacts in kind, writhing to our rough touches as her moans grow more gravelly, deeper.

“No more meditation, Hell. No more silence. I want to make you scream,” Evan mutters breathlessly, slapping her ass with a resounding clap.

Every inch of her skin is glowing, slightly swollen from our torture.

So we take it upon ourselves to kiss every cut, licking her burning skin from her neck, down her chest, along her sides, down her legs. As much as we soothe, each of us inflicts just a bit more pain, biting, pinching, scraping with our nails.

Soon, Hellena’s spiraling, gyrating between us in ecstasy.

Her temper is still peaked, need and frustration evident in her movements. As we rise back up, sidling up to her, I press the underside of my bulging cock against her, grinding lightly. Evan matches my stroke, pressing her between us.

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips when she grunts loudly, impatiently.

Unlooping the gag, I jerk it down enough for her to speak. Instead, she nips at me, almost catching my lip.

“Untie me. Now,” she demands, not an ounce of a whine or whimper in her tone.

“I don’t think so. But we will let you down.” Evan follows through, dropping her to the bed and unhooking the rope.

Hellena rolls her shoulders, stretches out kinks in her back.

“Better?”

In response, she lunges at me, gripping the waistband of my boxers for purchase as she plunges her tongue into my mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. Every motion is pure desire, pure instinct.

Hellena is a fucking tigress unleashed.

When I reach for her bound hands to unlock her grip on me, she slaps my hands away, ripping the fabric down with a forceful jerk. All I can do is gasp in shock when she snatches my dick in both hands, squeezing and pulling me toward her.

Evan is back and behind her in a flash, his black silk briefs discarded as he grips Hellena around the middle, each of his hands finding a breast to squeeze. I nearly laugh at the look of surprise on Hell’s face as he presses his length against her from behind.

I’m reaching down in her moment of distraction, my fingers spreading her folds open to sample her soaked core. Her head drops back onto Evan’s shoulder as I tweak her clit, kiss her chest.

Evan’s slow, sensuous inhale takes her scent in as her hair cascades across his chest, and I can’t help doing the same, breathing her in.

My middle finger finds her opening a second later, sending thrills of shivers through my body. I feel the sensation mirrored in her reaction, and then another through both of us as I feel Evan’s fingers brush against mine as he slips his hand down her crevasse, toying with her other opening only an inch away.

The long groan that slips out of her mouth has me dripping, throbbing, and ready to come right there on the spot.

“ Yes …” It’s all the permission we need.

Evan waits a second as I slip my fingertip in before applying the slightest pressure on her star and doing the same. Then, simultaneously, we slide in another knuckle, then my palm is cupping her, massaging her front as I hook another digit inside and curl them onto her sweetest spot.

Quivers of sensory overload tremble against my hand as Evan matches my rhythm, applying just the right amount of tension.

All the while, her hands never let go of my aching, clenching shaft. She’s gripping it like her life depends on it and the pain is so fucking sweet.

“You'd better hold on to me like you fucking mean it, Hell,” I whisper into her neck, taking her earlobe into my teeth.

“You’d better take everything we give you,” Evan moans into her other ear.

The effect is contagious. Hellena’s shuddering half-laugh, half-moan makes my temperature skyrocket. Waves of anticipatory pleasure coruscate down my legs.

“I cannot wait to be inside you…”

“I cannot wait to come inside you…” Evan continues.

“Both, both, please!” she cries, still held firmly in place by our working fingers.

Before she can plummet over the edge of her first release, Evan pulls back, signaling me to do the same. Hell almost collapses from her flexed pose, and we use it to force her down, bending her over.

With her ass in the air, she’s ripe for the taking.

But first, we lock eyes, the two of us coming to an unspoken agreement.

The first slap is sharp, held back. Then he spanks her harder, earning a muffled yelp of pure delight from her mouth pressed into the sheets.

By the third, fourth strike, her ass is glowing bright red. Her legs are trembling, her core dripping. Without a thought, I drop down, tasting that honey sweet drop, licking up to bury my mouth over her center entirely.

“Oh, Tell! Don’t fucking stop!”

“He always was good with his mouth.” Evan snickers, shifting off the bed.

“Heaven,” Hell gasps, bucking her hips on my face. “Need… Need you!”

His chuckle is pure arrogance as I hear him move above us, positioning himself on the bed. I don’t need to see to imagine what she’s about to do to him. Something like jealousy sends a twinge of longing from deep in my belly, aching out to the tip of my cock.

I need her to touch me.

Like he’s three steps ahead, Evan turns Hellena around, settling her thighs on either side of my shoulders again, facing the other way.

The first sounds of her taking him in her mouth have me groaning into her center, driving my tongue inside her as her hand closes around me, stroking firmly along my entire length.

This is fucking unreal.

Even more so as Hellena begins to quake, her legs locking onto me as her first climax takes her over the edge. It’s only sheer force of will that keeps me from exploding with her.

“Hell…” I hear Evan sing above, sending chills through me again.

We shift, and things become a blur of hands, lips, delicious sensation, and sweet pain as we continue our vicious treatment of Hella’s body and she fights back, clawing at Evan’s back, biting my lip, and tugging on my hair as we lose ourselves again in a minutes-long kiss.

Helena is everything, everywhere. The taste on my lips, the scent in my nose, in my lungs, and every prickling tingle of feeling along my skin.

Evan is my mirror, my other half, pleasing her when I inflict pain, punishing Hell’s ass as I soothe her inflamed skin.

Another orgasm barrels through her before we’re done with her, then another.

There’s nothing like it in the entire universe, the sheer joy of making Hellena come, of finding new ways to torment her between, driving her to greater heights, only to tumble farther, rushing down to a screaming plunge of mind-shattering rapture.

A fever pitch of loving lust and dark desire drives the three of us, my sole focus making her feel . We’re coming undone in the fray, becoming one in our need for release and completion.

“I love you,” Hell hisses into my ear, then into Evan’s. “So much, so much. I need you both.”

“Anything for you…” I hear my voice beg, every fiber of me longing to fulfill her whim.

But it’s Evan that takes it to the next level.

He returns to the bed after sorting through my kit, positioning Hell on top of him, facing me. I kiss her again, watching over her shoulder as he pours lube at the base of her spine, letting the cool liquid trickle down. The look we share as he raises a gleaming, shiny metallic toy is fucking fire.

I’ve been attracted to guys before, but never Evan. In this moment, though, as he presses the tip of the plug against her, letting her get used to it, he’s so fucking sexy.

Because he’s making her go fucking nuts.

There’s no words. We all just react. Indulge.

Hell reaches down, guiding Evan into her entrance, and I watch his impressive length disappear inside her just as he pops the plug into her, a guttural hum of bliss rumbling her chest.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t–can’t take much more…”

“Yes, you can. You have to.” I grin, standing over her.

My hand slips into her hair, spearing into the glorious, lustrous mess and twining the strands around my fingers, tugging enough to make her mouth drop open. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips, a tiny nod telling me she’s ready.

I don’t bother being too gentle, thrusting into her mouth as Evan thrusts up into her. Hell swallows me whole, just like she takes him entirely, rolling her ass back onto him, bucking and arching her back, sawing along him and showing off the jewel to both of us as I look down the curve of her spine to that juicy ass.

My imagination wanders as I do.

One of these days, I’m going to take that toy out and it’ll be me filling her there while Gavin or Evan fills her center. Even better if it’s all three of us, taking her to a place she could never conceive of.

Because that’s all I want.

It’s my entire world now, making Hellena happy, pleasing her until she’s beyond satisfied.

I see it in his eyes too as Evan plows into her, rocking her back and forth over him. The rhythm pulls her back and pushes her forward, her lips gripped around my shaft with every rolling wave of their bodies.

The mounting static charge in the room is palpable, tingling over every inch of my body, through every muscle, vibrating me to my core. We’re all headed straight for that culminating apex, the unwinding that I so desperately need.

The slick silk of her lips, the inside of her cheeks, and the rougher pressure of her tongue along me intensify, Hell’s soft grunts increasing as she settles into a copier tempo, clapping back against Evan’s abs with her ample ass, the sound shoving me that much closer to coming.

“Hella, I’m gonna?—”

“Hellena!”

“TELL, EVAN, I’M?—”

Our words blend into one long, earth shattering cry.

An overload of electric shock runs from my tailbone up my spine, out into every limb and extremity, tingling into goosebumps all down my arms, my legs, my back, my chest. It feels like I just got hit with a fucking Taser.

Hellena sucks me down, taking every drop of my back-arching, leg-clenching, brain-melting climax. Stars explode behind my eyes as she takes me, takes Evan.

Our minds are one through the tumultuous avalanche thundering through her body, channeling every tremor and the pulse of our connecting through me, through Evan, an exquisite circuit of euphoric pleasure.

It rattles through the room, through my very soul for minutes, hours.

The next thing I know, I’m prone, lying with my face against cool sheets, Hellena’s warm figure beside me, Evan’s arm over us both. The disaster of our lovemaking doesn’t even register in the fog, the afterglow. In a drowsy stupor, we kiss again, regaining a sense of the world again for a few brief moments before unconsciousness takes us again.

“You were amazing, Hella.”

“You taught me well…”

“That was fucking transcendent,” Evan sighs, kissing her back as I caress her scalding flesh.

“You’re welcome.” I chuckle in response to both, not bothering to open my eyes to catch Evan’s glare at the comment.

“I love you,” she whispers, and there’s no question that she means both of us.

A full, completely contented grin pulls at my mouth, even as sleep pulls at my mind. This is heaven.

There’s no fighting the cozy, dark blanket of slumber as Evan covers the three of us in a blanket, slumping back down, pulling the two of us closer toward him, encircling Hellena in a barrier of our bodies.

I drift.

Bliss.

Some time later, I stir, feeling an absence in the room, but Hell is still nestled in my arms. I fade again.

Until thunder shakes the entire house, the entire world, jolting me awake.