Page 178 of Shattered Silence Duet

I do as he says, my arms stuck above my head in my shirt and unable to see anything as I pant heavily and wait. His large hands slowly move up and down my sides, then his lips press against my stomach, making me gasp. I have a brief moment of insecurity, of him seeing all my scars, but the way he touches me so reverently, makes me quickly shove that thought aside.

He kisses me slowly over my stomach as his hands come back down and he pushes his thumbs into the top of my yoga pants and slowly peels them down my legs to the floor.

“Lift,” he says, pulling my leg free. When I place it back down, I instinctively lift the other so he can fully remove my pants. “Good girl,” he whispers, then he’s grabbing my waist again, right before his lips press into my abdomen, over my scar.

I open my mouth to speak, to tell him he doesn’t need to touch me there, knowing how ugly the scar is, but his words ring in my head, telling me not to speak. He told me to give control over to him, that he knows what I need, even if I don’t.

So I stay quiet as he kisses my stomach. I don’t say a word as he trails kisses down my scarred legs, and I stay silent as he tells me, without words, that I am enough. That every part of me is beautiful.

Tears try to break free as I realize what he’s trying to tell me about this dom-sub situation. I never would have known this was something that I needed, but he knew. He knew my scars were silently bothering me and he’s showing me that I don’t need to hide them from him, that he loves every inch of me.

His kisses start to climb my body until they reach my chest. He sucks my nipple through my bra, making me arch my back in pleasure. His hands slide around to my back and he quickly unclasps it. It can’t go anywhere as my hands are still stuck above my head, but it gives him the freedom to push my bra up so he can squeeze my bare breasts in his hands, making me moan.

He slowly licks and sucks one nipple into his mouth until I feel like I could orgasm from that feeling alone. Then he moves to the other, repeating the torture. His hands replace his mouth as his kisses climb my chest and neck, then he stops.

I lick my lips in anticipation, praying he’ll kiss me there. But it doesn’t come. His hands squeeze my chest, and I shiver in anticipation of where his mouth will go next. I can feel his hot breath on my lips so I move them forward a little, trying to make contact and he lightly laughs, like he enjoys my neediness.

He keeps me in that position for what feels like hours, but it is probably less than a minute before hefinallypresses his lips against mine. He’s slow but so strong and forceful. I let him take complete control of the kiss and my body tries to sag in relief. His arms wrap around my back, holding me to him as he devours me, his tongue commanding mine as passion and heat fill me.

He doesn’t stop kissing me as he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me somewhere. I feel something soft beneath my ass as he sits me on the bed. He slightly pulls away as his hands move up and pull my sweater all the way off. He quickly grabs my arms and very slowly lowers them.

“Sometimes they can hurt after being in a position like that for too long, so we want to lower them slowly,” he explains. Once they’re at my side, he rubs his hands up and down my arms as he asks, “do they hurt at all?” I shake my head and he smiles. He grabs my bra straps and pulls them down my arms and tosses my bra over his shoulder, his eyes zeroing in on my chest right before his hands squeeze them.

“Remember to tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, okay, Kitten? We don’t know your limits yet, but we’ll learn themtogether. It’s okay for you not to like something, it doesn’t change our enjoyment of this. It’s about finding what you like, not forcing you to do things you don’t. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now climb up on your bed and lay in the middle, head on the pillows.”

I quickly do as he says, and he stands at the foot of the bed, watching me carefully, like he’s thinking about something. I want to ask, but he told me not to speak unless telling him to stop.

“Lift your hands above your head and hold the headboard.” I do as he says and fidget nervously, feeling like he can see so much more of me like this. “Spread your legs,” he demands, and I follow his direction. “Wider.” I move them further apart and feel exposed as his eyes trail up and down my body.

“Do you trust me, Kitten?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer without hesitation.

He moves to the door and opens it wide, then looks back at me with a smirk before he steps into the hall and yells, “guys, get up here!”

My breath hitches and when he steps back into the room, it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking, telling me, “don’t move, Kitten.” I lick my dry lips, but my wide eyes move to the empty doorway, when I hear the heavy footsteps running up the stairs.

Dom moves around to my other side just as Max jogs into the room, followed quickly by Tucker and Jasper.

“Holy shit,” Max says, his wide eyes taking in my body.

“Dom?” Jasper asks, sounding nervous as he steps closer to me.

Ben, Atlas, and Gideon make their way into the room until seven sets of eyes are staring at me, making me squirm.

“Don’t move,” Dom commands, and I fight to keep still.

“Fuck,” Atlas swears under his breath, as his chest rises and falls heavily.

“Dom, what’s going on?” Gideon asks carefully. I can see him trying to avoid looking at me, but he can’t seem to help himself, his eyes bouncing between my body and Dom.

“She’s agreed to give me control. I think she’ll enjoy having you all as an audience. But if you don’t want to watch, you’re free to go,” Dom replies as he turns to look at Gideon.

They must be just as worried as I am that Gideon doesn’t want me like that, because everyone turns to look at him.