56. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 2

56. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 2
I bring my arms behind my back without hesitation, my palms grabbing my forearms, my chest pushing forward. 
“Just like that, Love,” Killian murmurs.
Elijah gets up from the bed and moves in front of me. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispers, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingers, fingers grazing my cheek. “Do you trust us with your body?” 
I shouldn’t, when there are secrets untold between us, but I feel so safe around them. 
“I do,” I reply. 
Killian’s fingers brush against the small of my back as he begins to undo the rope. I hear the soft sound of the fibers sliding through his hands. Elijah doesn’t look away from me, his gaze holding mine steady as Killian works behind me.
The first loop circles my wrists, drawing them together. His touch is soft but firm. The moment the rope pulls snug, a different kind of tension coils low in my belly—one that has nothing to do with restraint and everything to do with surrender, with letting them have all the control. 
More passes of the rope follow—around my arms, drawing them closer to the curve of my spine. Then the rope slips upward, crossing between my shoulder blades and looping back around to come between my breasts.
My breath catches as I feel it tighten beneath my breasts, pressing me to arch my back even more. 
Elijah cups my cheek, his thumb running along my lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So ours.” 
Killian finishes the final knot, his palm flattening gently between my shoulder blades to check the tension. “You still good, Love?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Elijah steps closer, the heat of his body brushing mine. He lifts his hand, tracing his knuckles slowly down my jaw before his fingers settle under my chin. He tilts my face up to his, his breath mingling with mine.
His head dips low, his lips hovering just above mine, close enough to make me ache. “For the next few hours,” he says, “you belong completely to us. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my voice a breath against his skin.
Killian’s low growl behind me rumbles through my spine. Elijah’s eyes darken as I swirl my tongue along his thumb, deliberately slow.
“You’re going to be such a good girl for us, Sugar,” he breathes, his free hand sliding along my waist. “Our perfect mate,” he adds as his hand travels up, cupping my left breast.
To Killian, he says, “Let’s get her on the bed, on her back. But first…” 
Elijah turns me to face him, and he removes my glasses. 
“I can’t see without them,” I remind him. 
Elijah cups my cheeks. “I want you to focus only on how we are going to make you feel. Can you do that for us?” 
I nod. 
“Words are very important, Ariel. Especially for the things we are going to do to you,” Elijah explains. “So when I ask you a question, I need you to give a clear reply, because if you don’t, we will have to stop what we are doing.” 
“I understand,” I reassure. “And yes, I will focus on how you two are about to make me feel.” 
Elijah brushes his lips against mine, then whispers. “Good girl.” He pulls his head away. “You will need a safeword.” 
A slight crease appears between my brows. “I will?” I let out a nervous laugh. “Are you planning to do to me? Use a cane on my ass?” 
I am joking. Maybe. 
Elijah shakes his head. “As I mentioned before, I’m a pleasure dom. I love making you… my partner… come as many times as possible. Seeing your… the pure bliss, hear the moans, the begging for more… you have no idea how erotic it is and how much it turns me on. But yes, a safeword is needed, in case you want us to stop.”
Everything he said makes perfect sense. 
Killian steps next to Elijah. “How about we use the traffic light system?” 
“That’s a good idea,” Elijah replies. 
I blink. “The traffic light system?” I ask, not understanding what that means. 
“Red means stop, yellows is for when you need us to check in with you before more happens, while green is more and don’t you dare stop,” Killian explains. “Does that work for you?”
I nod, but then I remember that I need to use words. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” Elijah praises me, his voice raspy. I swear my knees nearly buckle.. “Can we use toys on you?” 
My eyebrows inch up my forehead. “Toys?” 
“I got them a couple of days ago,” Elijah says. “I already got them ready, so they are ready to use.” 
My teeth catch my bottom lip. “What kind of toys?”
“For tonight?” Elijah’s smile is slow. “Just a wand… and a small anal plug.”
I blink. Several times. Anal plug?
“If you don’t want that—any of it—just say the word,” he adds quickly. “We don’t have to use them.”
I lick my lips slowly, heart pounding. “Do either of you have lube?”
Laughter erupts from their throats. 
“Of course,” Killian replies, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I meet Elijah’s gaze. “Then… fuck me.”
Killian lowers me onto the bed, one arm behind my shoulders, the other beneath my knees. The mattress dips beneath us, the sheets cool against my skin as he eases me onto my back, arms still bound behind me.
“Comfortable, Love?” he asks, adjusting a pillow beneath my head.
“Very,” I reply. 
I hear Elijah open a drawer somewhere to my left. I squint in his direction, but without my glasses, everything’s a blur. Still, I can make out the silhouette of his broad shoulders and the shape of something small and dark in his hands. He grabs several more things before he settles on the bed, between my parted legs.
With him closer, I can see more of what he’s doing. The blur sharpens just enough for me to make out the silhouette of a silver anal plug in his hand. It doesn’t look that big. I can probably take it without feeling any pain. 
“You need to get on your knees,” he tells me, his hand brushing gently along my thigh.
“Let me help you,” Killian says.
He moves behind me, slipping an arm around my waist as he gently lifts me up. With his help, I shift onto my knees on the bed, keeping my balance as best I can with my arms still bound behind my back. My legs spread slightly for stability, and my chest lifts as I straighten.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my shoulder before his lips brush the column of my neck.
He trails kisses upward until he reaches my mouth, catching it in a slow, deep kiss—the kind that makes me forget everything else. His tongue teases mine, unhurried, while his hands find my breasts, cupping them, kneading softly.
Behind me, Elijah traces the curve of my ass with steady fingers.
“I’m going to apply some lube now,” he says. 

I am no longer sick, but I didn't get to write as much as I wanted - I still have other books in the work, but don't worry, this is my main book now. So, I will try to update tomorrow with the rest of this scene.