Page 222 of Shattered Silence Duet

“Mina, are you still staring at that thing? I told you we’veclosed this case. There is nowhere left for us to look,” Dom says, coming to stand in front of me.

“What about more camera footage? From traffic cams?”

He sighs, scooping me up and carrying me out of our office and into his bedroom. He sits down on the end of the bed and positions me, so I’m straddling him. “Mina, we’ve talked about this. Searching camera footage isn’t as easy as they make it appear on tv. We’ve searched what we can and we don’t have a photo of her to use as a reference for any automated programs. We’ve talked to everybody who might have been there the day he saw her. There’s nowhere left to look.”

“But—”

He cuts me off, shaking his head. “No buts. It’s over. You need to let it go.”

“What if?—”

“Mina…” his voice turns an octave lower and my breath hitches, knowing what that means. “I think you need me to take control right, to tell you what to do, what to think about. Do you disagree?” he asks, his hands flexing on my thighs. I quickly shake my head, the mere thought of him taking control, already easing the tension in my body.

Sometimes, I had no idea how to let things go. I could become hyper-focused on things to the point of it becoming unhealthy. That’s why what Dom and I have works so perfectly. I need to give up control to someone who has my best interests at heart, and he needs to take it, to make sure I’m okay.

“Stand up and strip for me,” he commands. I instantly stand and pull my dress up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I undo my bra and push my panties down my legs, kicking it off to the side, along with my bra.

“Come here,” he beacons me with a single figure to where he’s still perched on the edge of the bed. I step towards him and his large warm hands grab my hips and pull me between his legs. His hands skim up my body until they reach my breasts. He squeezesthem firmly, then leans forwards, flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, then the other.

A whining noise starts to come out of me as I try not to beg for more. He always likes to torture me like this, knowing it drives me absolutely wild without me being able to get the release my body craves.

I feel a hand on my ass and jump a little in surprise as both Dom’s hands are already on me. I look over my shoulder and see Atlas standing right behind me, a smirk on his lips as his hand continues rubbing soft circles on my ass.

“Hi Malishka. Is Dom taking care of you?” I nod my head and lick my lips as I eye his large frame, hoping he’s going to join us.

“She needed to get out of her head, so I’m taking control of her. You two are welcome to join. But you know the rules, while we’re in here, I’m in charge,” Dom says, making me look around to see who the other person is.

I watch Ben take off his glasses, placing them on Dom’s dresser before he comes over to stand beside me, his eyes glued to the place where Dom is feasting on me.

Following Dom’s rules in his bedroom was nothing new. It’s a rule we set up years ago. They knew if the door was left open, they were allowed to join, but Dom was running the show.

“Ben, get down there and get her ready for me.” Dom moves me slightly as Ben kneels down, immediately leaning forward and sucking on my clit, making me cry out.

His tongue strokes through my folds before he continues lavishing my clit. I can’t stop the whimpers that make their way out of me, nor can I stop my hips from thrusting against Ben’s face.

“Kitten… hold still.”

“Dom, I can’t, it’s too much, I need a release, please,” I beg, giving him my biggest puppy dog eyes.

“You can, and you will. Now, no more talking unless it’s to tell us to stop, understand?”

I nod my head and he doesn’t waste any time leaning back in tonip at my breast. “Atlas, you can do whatever you like back there, just don’t let her come.”

Atlas lets out a growl of pleasure. Both his hands start to squeeze my ass firmly, alternating between that and rubbing soft circles around my cheeks. It’s surprisingly erotic and just aids in turning me on even more.

When he presses a single digit into my ass, I scream out in pleasure, feeling ready to come if they just coordinated their movements a little more. But somehow they know exactly what they’re doing and make sure I can't reach my peak like this.

Finally, Dom sits up and looks up at my lust-filled face, a smile growing on his sexy lips. He stands up and guides me towards the bed where he was just sitting. “Bend over,” he commands. I lean forward, my forearms resting on the bed and my ass fully exposed to them standing behind me.

I hear him moving around behind me, but nobody says anything or touches me. Eventually, Ben walks around the side of the bed holding some rope and a pair of leather handcuffs. I see Atlas moving in on my other side, holding the same thing.

“Arms out in front of you, Kitten,” Dom instructs, as his hands glide over my hips.

I reach forward and Ben and Atlas each take a hand and secure the leather cuffs around them. Then, with the attached rope, they pull my arms out slightly to the side and tie the rope tightly around both bedposts. When they’re done, my entire torso, face and arms are flat on the bed, giving me only enough movement to turn my head from side to side.

“Mmm, Kitten, you look so beautiful like this,” Dom says as his hands roam my ass, a finger finding its way to my dripping core and pushing in. “So wet for us, too.”

I hear the clicking of his belt being undone and the telltale sound of his clothing dropping to the floor, then his hands return. Atlas and Ben settle on the bed on either side of me, content to just watch the show.