Page 43 of Hat Trick
I slide one rough palm along her stomach and up under her sleep shirt. I pause, waiting for her permission or rejection. Her stomach and ribs thump rhythmically with her fast breath. She's damn near panting. I cup her breast, loving the full feel of her, finally. I've dreamt of her breasts, of doing just this, of squeezing and biting and coming all over her tits.
I lift her shirt above her breast, ready to worship it, when she shimmies away and turns off the lamp on my nightstand.
In an instant I know what's going on and I'm furious.
"Emily." My voice is strained, a warning. There's only one reason to fuck in complete darkness - and I know it's not because she doesn't want to see me.
"Yes?" Her whisper is almost so low I can't hear it.
"Why did you turn off the light?" I'm trying to keep my voice steady, but my body is vibrating with anger.
"I...I thought you'd..."
"Goddamnit, Emily!" I shout before slamming the light back on. I kneel between her legs, chest heaving, as I stare down at her. I'm angry as fuck but not at her. Or maybe at her - for letting someone have so much power over her.
Carter and Luca bust through the door; no doubt concerned for her safety. She pulls my sheet up to her chin to cover herself and the look of fear on her face instantly kills my boner.
"What? What happened?" Carter asks, his brows pinched together with worry.
"Apparently, our little Princess thinks I want to fuck her in the dark so I can pretend she's someone else." Her chin quivers a little and her eyes water.
She looks down, tears filling her eyes.
Part of me feels bad for going all Hulk on her but this is unacceptable. I can't stand thinking that my woman doesn't know how beautiful she is. That she thinks I'd rather imagine fucking someone else. That I don't belong to her; body, mind and soul.
Alright, fuck it. We need a new approach tonight.
"Come in and shut the door." I command the other two. They do, more curious than anything. Carter leans back against my dresser while Luca takes a seat at my desk, spinning the chair around to face the bed.
"You always fucked in the dark with your ex?"
Her sad eyes look at me while she nods.
"You realize he was a piece of shit?"
She pauses before shaking her head 'no'.
"You keep calling yourself ugly, you keep calling yourself a 'five on a good day'. 'Not WAG material'. Do you think we're hot?" She nods, briefly looking at the other two boys. "That we can have anyone we want? That wehavehad anyone we want." Another nod.
"Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"I'm sick of you being down on yourself. You're our woman now, and you think our woman's so ugly I'd only fuck her in the dark. You need to be punished."
Her eyes go round. "What? N-no! I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't know..."
I grip her chin in my hand. "You'll take your punishment like a good girl and you won't ever doubt how much we want you again. Understood?" Fear and tears are right there on the edge, but she looks deep into my eyes and nods. I lean back against the head board and watch her.
"Take off your clothes."
With shakey hands she compiles. She's nervous, scared, and insecure. But I'm going to make this good for her. Her shoulders fold in on herself as if that will help her hide from our eyes. She takes off her shirt first, covering her chest for a moment and looking at Luca and Carter. I don't know what she's done with the other two, but I can't imagine either of them standing for her to turn the light out. They may not have punished her for it, but we would have heard about it.
"Your shorts." She angles herself so that none of us have a direct view of her pussy or her ass and slides her sleep shorts down her long legs. I think about it for a moment but crawling to me might be a step too far.
I recline against the headboard, spreading my knees wide. "Come here." I say, patting the bed between my legs. "Sit here and face them." With one arm covering her breasts and the other covering her pussy, she crawls awkwardly onto the bed and sits between my legs. I gently grab her shoulders and pull her down against me, her back to my chest. Her legs are tight together and her hands are still trying to coverherself. She's looking down at her knees, avoiding eye contact. That won't do.
"Look at them. Look at Luca. What do you see?"
