Page 61 of Lesson In Trust
He smacked the inside of her thigh sharply, his dark brows drawing together.
“Daddy Elias,” she corrected, her breath exploding out on an exasperated sigh. “I don’t want to go out tonight, okay?”
“We do, and naughty little liars sometimes don’t get what they want, Callie. Now, if you’d been sensible and said to either one of us that going to the club wasn’t what you’d like to do, we’d have made other arrangements.” His scowl deepened. “Why don’t you want to go?”
Another lie was on the tip of her tongue, but her thigh was still smarting. “I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
Her lips twisted. “What you’re going to do.”
He stroked her leg, sighing softly through his nose. “Learning is a scary experience, minx. Exploring the unknown is hard. You know us; the core of us, at least. Being afraid of us defies the ultimate objective. We want you to submit because you trust us, not because you’re terrified of the repercussions if you don’t.”
A second shadow fell over her as Evander peered over Elias’s shoulder. “New club attire? If you need approval, you’ve got mine, sweetness.”
“Our sub is somewhat apprehensive about playing tonight.”
“Oh, now that just won’t do.” Stepping to stand beside his friend instead of behind, Evander frowned in concern. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”
He’d gone in the opposite direction of Elias, she noted, when it came to clothing. Dark gray dress pants, black shoes, pale blue shirt open at the throat. He’d trimmed his beard, and his scent was as enticing as Elias’s.
Somehow, she was sure it was an elaborate plot to throw her off balance.
Good job, guys.
“I-I-I’m out of…my comfort zone.” Goddamn it, why did she have to stutter?
Her Doms shared a look she couldn’t decipher, then Evander simply leaned down and scooped her up. Elias reached for the stupid thong thing, sliding it up her legs as his partner in crime restrained her.
“You need to step out of your comfort zone more often, Callie. Living like a hermit is all well and good, but humans are generally social animals. The occasional night out, having fun, isn’t going to kill you.”
Elias snapped the thong into place. “Are we bothering with the bra?”
“Hmmm.” Setting her feet on the floor, looping an arm around her waist, Evander cupped her breast in a warm, rough hand. The pads of his thumb and forefinger found her nipple, pinching it until the bud hardened. “She’d look delightful in lace.”
“Better without,” Elias contested.
“True. Very true.”
The pain in her nipple increased as he twisted and rolled the sensitive peak, until it blossomed into a sweet ache between her legs. The idiotic scrap of material barely covering her pussy was going to be soaked before they went anywhere.
Bypassing the bra, Elias lifted the dress. “Are you done teasing the girl?”
The tip of a nail bit into her nipple, pushing in until her knees began to buckle. “For now, although it seems cruel to press all her buttons and just leave her unsatisfied.”
“Let her squirm. Little girls who lie to their Daddy don’t deserve to have an orgasm. Arms up, Callie.”
She hated the disapproval in his tone; worse, the disappointment.
Morosely, she obeyed, raising her arms high so he was able to slide the dress over them and down her body. The material hugged her skin, cool and soft, ending midway down her thighs.
The fire between them, however, cooled in the face of his displeasure.
Even when Evander had to release her nipple, the zing of intense bliss that shot to her core wasn’t enough to rekindle it.
She stood subdued as Elias studied her like a doll he was putting the finishing touches on before setting her on a pedestal with a tinyFor Salesign at her feet.
Evander scooped her hair back into a tail. “Up or down?”