Page 97 of Inextricably Tied

“They don’t get this.”

She can’t see through the darkness. When Agony lifts his eyes toward Flint, she can make out the sight of him fisting over his cock. Harbinger tries to move off the bed, but Agony holds her fast, laughing and plunging Flint back into darkness.

“It’s been ten seconds, and you’re already folding!” Harbinger strains toward the ground, but Agony yanks her back underneath him, hovering weightless off her chest. “You’re not gonna try to hold out?”

Her head tilts backward off the bed, keeping Flint’s eyes in her sights; they’re all she can find in the dark. “I think bad girls should get that.”

Flint shakes his head with a chuckle. “That’s not how this works.”

“It could be.” She struggles against Agony’s restraints, but when she shakes off a tendril, two more replace it. Blood rushes to her head. “It’ll feel so good.”

“Yeah?” There’s a slick sound, like Flint circling his fist over his head. Her thighs clamp together. “Better than you behaving?” He lifts his head, as if he might give her what she’s after. “Show me where you want it.”

No hesitation: she lays out the flat of her tongue. Flint presses up from the chair, and her body strains toward him before he sinks back down. “I’m not falling for that.”

Her whine crushes into a groan when Agony retakes his firm shape, grinding between her thighs. As soon as she tries to meet him, the weight is gone, leaving her aching for friction.

“She’s been asking for more for months, hasn’t she?” Agony tilts his head, observing her like a specimen when Flint answers.

“She has.”

Agony’s eyes slip shut at the depth of Flint’s voice. Contained. Vaguely threatening. Harbinger tries to clench her thighs together again, but Agony keeps her knees pinned apart.

They interact like she isn’t there, like she has no control over what happens here. So reminiscent of the rest of her life — but here, between the two of them, it’s comfort. Desire. Darkness she wants to step into with both their connections alive inside her.

“We should give it to her.” Agony teases her lips as she reaches for him, but he lowers his mouth to her throat, swirling his tongue in sinful patterns. “Everything she asks for.” He trails down to her open collar. “So much she can’t ask for anything else.”

Flint hums a delicious sound. She knows there’s a stern knit in his brows; one that says she owes him. That she’s going to pay. “Is that what you want, Harbin?”

It’s the same careful question Flint always asks, dipped in something molten and dangerous. She fights to get her thighs against Agony’s hips, to work herself against him, but there’s no moving when he has her pinned. He jerks her chin to face him. “Daddy asked you a question.”

White-hot desire twists in her stomach. Through the darkness, she tries to find Flint, but he doesn’t give anything away. No swell of his emotions, no flicker on his face, just level silence that stokes the flames of her want.

Can’t you just trust me?

“Yes.” Her heart thuds. “That’s what I want.”

Flint gives a pitying click of his tongue. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

She can’t see him. Can’t tip her head back, can’t make out his body through the darkness. Can’t find anything but Agony’s face. She writhes under his tendrils until she snaps. “Then show me!”

Shadows flip her to her hands and knees, tendrils pressed to her back and wrapped beneath her, teasing through the catsuit. “Have you ever been patient?” Agony presses the words behind her ear. “Since you’re so certain, I’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been begging for. I’m gonna push your body to the edge, and Daddy’s gonna tell me exactly how to do it.”

Harbinger’s knees tremble against the sheets. A tendril flicks against her clit, and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Keep them open.” Flint’s voice is stern. She forces her eyes open again, finding burning red through the darkness. Then, Flint’s voice softens. “I want to see you.”

Pitiful sounds claw out of her. She’s helpless, trapped in the dark with the two of them to guide her. But she trusts the shadows, the two pairs of glowing eyes showing her only enough to make her want.

Agony slips her out of her suit, mouth dragging along her spine. “Ask Daddy how wet I should make you.”

“I want —”

Her head jerks back. Agony’s fingers curl tighter in her hair. “I didn’t ask what you want.” Every word is punctuated by a circle against her clit, dragging slick through her desire. “Ask. Your. Daddy.”

She can’t speak. Can’t think past the shadows teasing against her, dipping inside before they dart away again. Still, she tries. She tries.

“Daddy…”