Page 77 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Mason was the first to move.

He reached into a drawer, pulling out something long and smooth. Deep red silk ties that shimmered under the dim light.

My breath hitched.

Ethan smirked as he took them from Mason’s hands, running the fabric through his fingers before meeting my gaze.

“You up for trying somethingnew?”

A tremor ran through me, not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of surrendering to them.

I trusted them. And, God, I wanted this.

“Yes.”

Ethan guided me onto the bed, his hands strong but patient. “Hands above your head, baby.”

I obeyed, heart racing as he wrapped the silk around my wrists, securing them to the headboard.

The fabric was soft, teasing against my skin, but the restraint sent a delicious thrill through me.

My fingers flexed instinctively, testing, but there was no give. The silk ties held firm.

Mason smirked, watching the way I pulled against them. “Nowhere to run now.”

Heat flushed through me.

I wasn’t running. I wasn’t even sure I remembered how to breathe.

Owen trailed his fingers up my thigh, a slow, deliberate glide that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

“You look so fucking good like this.” His voice was a low rumble, thick with possession.

Ethan leaned in, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Completely at our mercy.”

A shudder ran through me.

“That's what you want, isn’t it?” Mason murmured, fingers trailing along my collarbone, barely a touch, just enough to make me crave more.

My breath hitched, my hips shifting involuntarily.

Ethan chuckled, dark and knowing. “We'll take that as a yes.”

The bed dipped as Mason straddled my waist, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress.

His hands skimmed up my arms, tracing the silk ties, testing the restraint just as I had.

“Perfect,” he murmured, eyes dark as he looked down at me. “Completely ours.”

Owen’s hands ghosted over my stomach, slow, measured, as if savoring every inch.

“The fun part,” he said, voice like velvet, “is that you can’t stop us from taking our time.”

Ethan chuckled low. “And we plan to take all fucking night.”

I whimpered, arching instinctively, but Mason tsked, one firm hand pressing against my stomach to keep me still.

“Patience, babe.” His smirk was pure wickedness. “We'll decide when you get what you want.”

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