Chapter 11

Transitions have always been awkward for me. I don't know if it's a holdover from my childhood in state-run homes or if it's just something in the way I process change. Tonight has felt seamless in a way I've never experienced, though. We flow like water from moment to moment with a controlled grace I know is Beck's doing. He doesn't leave room for me to fret about what's coming next. He just moves me where he wants me. Or directs one of the others to do it.

My normal anxieties find no space in this room. Every millimeter, every atom, is swallowed up in the larger-than-life presence of the three of them, and Beck's demand to see me after tonight unlocks a tight band around my chest.

Taking my hand, Asher leads me to the enormous bed against the wall farthest from the door. Beck and Hudson move in tandem to either side and pull down the fluffy white duvet. A mound of pillows against the headboard do nothing to hide the D-rings and restraints dangling from the dark wood and wrought iron bars.

"Make sure to use the spinning ring and not the fixed one. I'm going to want her on her stomach at some point. I want my marks on that ass." Hudson's voice is deeper now than when he questioned my age. His rumbling bass thrums over me, the promise of marking me filled with promised malice that raises goosebumps of anticipation on my exposed skin.

A small stepstool at the foot of the mattress will make it possible for me to get onto the bed without climbing. Asher guides me to it with a warm hand on the dip of my waist. Before I can step up, he uses that grip to turn me to him and capture my mouth under his. The kiss isn't the sort of first kiss a person expects. He sips from my lips as though he knows exactly how to lick and suck at me to light up all my most sensitive spots. When my moan opens me to him, his tongue moves into the cavern of my mouth with surety.

Just as my bones feel as though they're turning to jelly, he pulls back and swats my ass with the giant hand that's been holding me. The sting has me arching into him, the fine fabric of his button down and slacks abrasive against my flushed skin.

"Crawl to the pillows and lie on your back. Don't rush. Give me a show, sweet girl," he orders.

No part of me wants to refuse him. Obedience is as automatic as the deep breath I take to center myself before following his command. For so many years, I rebelled and fought against every rule and restriction. Autonomy was an endlessly unquenchable need that often pushed me to make decisions contrary to my own wellbeing. Anything to be able to claim it was my choice. My control.

When we aged out, Darius picked up Teag and me from the youth home and made me promise to stop taking risks just to prove I could defy the rules. I can't claim to have been perfect since then, but it wasn't long after I turned eighteen that I discovered the power of submission to a sexual partner. The circumstances around that discovery weren't great, and I push the memory from my mind. I won't let anything spoil tonight, and thinking about the first time on my knees for a master is sure to do just that.

Besides, while the partner I'd been with might be the stuff of nightmares, the confidence and potent satisfaction I learned were worth it. I like to be on my knees when it's the right sort of master above me, every molecule of their focus directed on me and dedicated to the sensations and experience they're delivering. It may be me on my knees in supplication, but the truth is, there's no autonomy more pure than handing someone else the opportunity to deliver my pleasure.

"Get a look at this perfect pussy, Hud."

Asher doesn't have to tell him twice. Hudson moves to the bottom of the bed to stand with him while I slow-motion prowl to the pillows. My wrists are already tingling to feel the leather straps that dangle from the chains attached to the headboard. Beck takes the one closest to him and plays with the buckle, his eyes staring directly into mine. He lifts a dark brow and smirks at me, his challenge clear.

"Are you ready to be our fuck doll to play with until it's time for your next milking, precious?" he asks.

It's too soon for my breasts to be full again. That doesn't step my nipples from tightening with the prickly feeling of being ready to let down. My pussy has no such problem with it being too soon. Slippery wetness gathers between my lower lips. I cant my hips to lift my ass in the air as I slink up the bed, clenching my thighs together to relieve the ache at my core with each move forward.

"You're missing a show, brother. I swear her wet little slit is winking at us," Hudson taunts Beck.

"Somebody's gotta get these straps on our little toy. Consider it my good deed for the night," he responds. The way he smirks at me sends butterflies into a riot in my tummy. He may be the one who's touched me the least, but there's no doubt in my mind he'll make good use of his turn. Whenever it comes.

In fact, it takes him no time at all to have me sprawled out on my back, arms high above my head and locked in place. The leather cuffs are soft enough I won't be bruised, but the chain connecting them to the spinnable D-ring is so short there's no chance of getting loose until one of them allows it.

Maybe it's weird to feel this level of security while tied down, naked and surrounded by three fully clothed, dead-sexy men, but I do. My body melts into the mattress beneath me, every bit of me giving over to their control. Becoming their sex doll. The receptacle for their pleasure. And with certainty, my own.