Freedom's Fall by DJ Michaels

panic and upheaval of the previous day, Tansy had
braced herself for a relapse, but it seemed her Enforcers were better at coping
with her triggers than she was. On their return from the market, they fed her
and spent the afternoon teaching her one of their incomprehensible board games.
They kept an eye on her but didn’t treat her with kid gloves, and the very
normalcy of their actions allowed her to regain some stability. They talked
about their childhoods, shared stories from their respective service—hers in
the army and theirs as Enforcers—and at no point did they examine more recent
events.
    When the evening grew late, it seemed the most natural thing
in the world to follow Dev and Rye to their room and crawl into bed with them.
And she slept, not like a traumatized woman, but like a woman who knew she was
safe and very much cared for.
     
    Waking up pressed skin to skin with her Enforcers was
glorious, surrounded as she was by heat and muscle. It was a situation she
could get used to, and she would have been happy to stay exactly where she was
if her bladder hadn’t been ready to burst. Moving as quietly as she could, she
eased her way out of the covers and began to crawl down the bed. She wasn’t
quite home free when a big, possessive hand slid around her ankle.
    “Going somewhere?” Dev’s voice was soft and sleepy.
    “Just to the bathroom.”
    He grunted. “You plan on coming back?”
    “Yes.” Truthfully, it hadn’t occurred to her to run. She
remained still, allowing Dev to restrain her with nothing but his hand on her
ankle, showing him how much she trusted him. And ignoring the fact that she was
naked with her ass in the air.
    He squeezed and released. “Hurry up.”
    Grinning at his imperious tone, she scrambled off the bed
and hurried into the bathroom. She was only gone a few minutes, but her men put
the time to good use. When she walked back into the bedroom, the curtains were
open to the light, the covers on the bed were gone, and Dev and Rye were
sprawled on the sheets in all their naked glory.
    Tansy walked to the end of the bed and looked her fill. Both
men were big, and they took up an awful lot of bed. Broad shoulders, deep
chests, flat stomachs, bulging arm and leg muscles. And cocks big enough and
aroused enough to leave her in no doubt of how much they wanted her. Her pussy
clenched in need as she let her eyes wander down, then up, and down again.
    Her mouth watered, her soul yearned, and in that moment she
thought maybe she was brave enough to make a choice. Climbing onto the bottom
of the bed, she crawled her way up until she could kneel between them, thigh to
hip. Reaching out, she laid a hand on each abdomen, her hands looking pale and
dainty against the stark masculinity of their copper-tinted skin.
    And then her body locked. As much as she wanted to stroke
that skin, as desperate as she was to rub herself all over them, she couldn’t
seem to make her herself move.
    “Tansy.” Rye’s voice was soft but there was a thread of
command in it. “Look at me.”
    She lifted her eyes, and the moment he caught her in that
now-familiar lavender stare, her anxiety began to ease.
    “We want to make love with you, Tansy, here and now.” He
made no move to touch her. “But if you don’t want that, you can leave this bed
and we’ll go on as we have before, taking care of you, protecting you. You are
ours, and nothing will change that.”
    “But you want more,” she whispered. She was desperate to
give them what they needed—what she needed. If only her will was
stronger than her memories.
    Dev eased up on his elbows, his dark-purple hair sliding
over his shoulders to pool on the sheets. “Yes, we want more. And so do you.”
    She didn’t just want more, she wanted everything. “But what
if I can’t?”
    He smiled and rolled toward her, covering her thigh with his
calloused hand. “It’s not a ‘now or never’ proposition, Tansy. It’s ‘now or
later’.”
    Rye sat up,