Page 84 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
Chapter 27
Leighton
Luna is already fast asleep, tucked in tight, and the baby monitor is in the room on the nightstand—lit up, silent, waiting. One ear always tuned for her. But she’s out cold, on the opposite end of this floor. We’re in the clear.
For now.
Still, that tiny, responsible part of me keeps whispering:Be quiet. Don’t wake the baby.
But these men, my men, have a gift for pushing me to the edge, for pulling sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make. And if I lose control, if I get too loud… well, let’s just say we’ll all be pausing to settle a wide-awake toddler. Not exactly the vibe we’re going for.
So yeah, we have to keep it quiet.
Try, at least.
My body’s already thrumming, panties soaked, and they haven’t even touched me yet. It’s the way they look at me, and the way I know they’ll make me feel once the doors are closed.The way they’ve been showing up, day after day, steady and true, not just for me but for Luna too. It melts my heart… and sets my entire fucking body on fire.
It’s everything.
I never imagined falling into their world like this, never thought I’d go from zero to ninety so fast. I’d hoped, but I couldn’t picture it actually happening. But here we are, and I’m reveling in every second of it.
They’ve ruined me in the best way. My heart is full. My body aching.
And tonight, I wantall of it.
I step into David’s room, my heart pounding so loud it echoes in my ears. The door clicks shut behind me, sealing me in with the three men who’ve completely unraveled my world.
And fuck, what a sight.
Shane, David, and Andy stand there waiting, masked and shirtless, all that smooth, hard muscle on display. Black leather hugs their faces, leaving only their eyes visible, dark and intense. Briefs cling to their hips, so tight they might as well be painted on, every line of their thick cocks barely hidden.
Shane’s holding a leather paddle, his hand gripping the handle like he’s already imagining it cracking across my skin.
David’s fingers dance over a sharp, silver, shiny object, eyes locked on me like he’s imagining every place he’s going to drag it.
And Andy. Andy’s watching me like I’m his next meal with open handcuffs.
“Strip,” David commands, voice gravelly. But I don’t move. I’m lost in the sight. “Now, Phoenix.”
My whole body tingles at the command. I swallow hard and let my fingers find the straps of my dress, sliding them off, baring my skin inch by inch. The air feels electric, heavy with their eyes raking over me as I push my lace panties down my legs, standing there naked, exposed, trembling.
Andy’s across the room in a blink, his hand sliding around my waist as he pulls me flush against his hard chest.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. “Now get on the bed.”
I’m shaking as I climb onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my skin. Andy is right behind me, guiding me back until my head hits the pillow. He brings my hands up to the headboard and snaps the handcuffs around a wrist, then the other. I let out a shaky breath.
“Perfect,” Andy whispers, brushing hair from my face. “Look at you. Fucking perfect.”
I’m spread out, wrists locked above me, completely at their mercy. My body is already on edge, every breath shallow, nipples peaked and aching, and they haven’t even touched me yet.
David steps closer, the tool shimmering in his hand.
“What’s that?” I ask, eyes wide.
He smirks. “A Wartenberg wheel. Just for you. But don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
My breath hitches as nerves and excitement tangle.
