Page 85 of Obey

Jace tries to turn toward me, but Nate draws him back with a gentle tug on the chain.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Nate leans down and presses a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Today you learn that not every consequence is going to be something you enjoy. Sometimes your punishment is going to be sitting right there knowing you could have had an opportunity to play if you’d controlled yourself.”

Jace drops back against the chair with a quiet groan, and Nate turns toward me. His attention settles on me like a physical weight. “Now. You and I have something else to discuss.”

My stomach flips. “Me?”

“You got so drunk you could barely stand.” He crouches before me, the shift in his posture bringing him eye-level as turns the egg to the lowest setting. “Then you climbed onto a bar surrounded by strangers.”

“I was with Trey.”

“And Trey did his job,” Elias says. "He watched your drinks, made sure you had water, and kept an eye on you. But he couldn't control everybody in that club."

"What does that mean?"

Nate's expression hardens. "Three men were discussing how to separate you from Trey while you were too drunk to understand what they were planning."

Confusion sets in at his words. The memory of the club is fragmented, blurred by tequila and colored lights, but the implications of what he’s saying sink in with cold clarity.

“I—” My voice cracks. "What?"

"They wanted one of them to distract Trey so another could get you alone," Elias explains. "Jace heard them before they got anywhere near you, and let's just say those gentlemen won't be forgetting him anytime soon."

"Sola." Nate’s finger traces the inside of my thigh. "We're not angry because you wanted to have fun. We're angry because you were vulnerable in a room full of strangers, and there were people willing to take advantage of that."

"I didn't know."

"We know you didn't, baby." Elias's voice softens against my ear. "That's what scared us."

I swallow hard. The thought of someone plotting on how to separate me from Trey makes my skin crawl.

"You want to go dancing? Go dancing," Nate continues. "But don't put yourself in a position where you're too intoxicated to recognize when someone's trying to hurt you."

He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee before bringing those steel orbs back to my brown ones.

"You're ours to protect, Sola. I suggest you get used to it."

The realization hits harder than the toy buried inside me. This isn’t really punishment. It’s fear—real, ugly fear that something could have happened to me before any of them got there. Tears sting my eyes, frustration thick in my throat.

“Please. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Nate studies me for a moment; the anger in his expression eases, but the intensity of his attention doesn't. “We'll see just how sorry you are, Sola.”

My breath catches at the change in his tone, a sharp inhale that cuts off as the vibration inside me intensifies into a punishing rhythm.

Nate’s mouth finds me, his tongue circling my clit with relentless precision. I reach out to push him away but Elias squeezes my wrists, binding them at the small of my back.

“Look at you,” Elias murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough. “Taking everything we give you.”

I try to twist away, overwhelmed as Nate slides two fingers deep, pressing the buzzing egg hard against that spot that makes my vision blur. His other hand grips my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“Nate…” I barely recognize how unsteady my voice sounds. “I don't know how much more I can take.”

“Don’t fight it, Little Doe.” Elias’s lips brush my temple. “Let him have you.”