Page 151 of The Obedient Lie
“Please,” I whispered.
“Not good enough,” Bastion growled against my neck. “Say what you want.”
Luca hummed. “Say it slow, baby. Say it like you mean it.”
I closed my eyes. “Please… I want your mouth on me.”
A pause.
Then two soft, near-simultaneous groans from either side of me.
“Fuck,” Bastion breathed. “That’s our girl.”
Luca dropped to his knees between my legs. “Lay back. Let me worship you.”
My head fell against the pillow as his hands parted my thighs.
“I’m not going to rush this,” he murmured. “You’ll come when we say. Not a second before.”
Bastion held my hand, fingers intertwined, his voice velvet-dark. “You wanna cum, baby?Earn it.”
Luca’s mouth pressed a kiss just above my center. “One taste at a time. Until you’re begging again.”
I gasped as his tongue traced a slow line, then pulled back.
“Too much?” he teased.
“Not enough,” I choked.
Bastion chuckled. “That’s what we like to hear.”
“You’re doing so well,” Luca praised, going in again,slowerthis time. “Taking every second like a good girl.”
Luca’s tongue was teasing just out of reach, as if he wassavoring the achebuilding in me. Drawing it out. Testing me.
I bit down hard on my lip, shaking, the pressure mounting in waves that refused to break. My hips tilted helplesslytoward his mouth, toward anything, everything, but he only chuckled — breath deep and low.
“That’s our girl,” Bastion brushed his fingers along my collarbone, “You’re learning.”
His praise hit deeper than I could stand. I arched instinctively, needing something —more,anything— but Luca held my hips down with the full weight of his palm,firm and reverent.
“Still,” he said. “Or I stop.”
The threat melted into me and I stilled.
Their control was a drug. Their rhythm, a religion.
“Tell us who this body belongs to,” Bastion said, against my ear.
I whimpered, caught between pleasure and restraint, but I couldn’t answer. My throat felt strangled by how much Iwanted it— wantedthem.
“Use your words, baby,” Luca coaxed, mouth trailing up my inner thigh. “Say it.”
“You,” I choked out. “It’s yours.”
“Which one of us?” Bastion asked, tilting my chin so I had to look into his eyes. “You gonna pick, or tell the truth?”
My voice cracked. “Both of you.”
