“But not you?” Tennant’s voice is quiet, but I immediately shake my head.
“No, of course not. I love you and Sir. And Roman. Jude. I’m happy that you’re all happy. And Benjamin is my best friend, so of course I’m glad he has you. But it’s not division to me. Your heart is big enough for all of us. It’s not a competition. I don’t feel like I have to fight for my place. I think maybe Il Padrone…maybe the sharing aspect warped Benjamin’s understanding. He hasn’t seen an equal relationship work. He just needs time and reassurance.” I rush out an explanation, but I’m not sure if it’s working. I fall silent, hoping I didn’t just fuck things up for my friend.
“I’ll talk with him,” Hollis states flatly, and I swallow down the panic that crawls up my throat, like acid eating away at it. Still, I trust my Owner, and at this point, that’s who Hollis is to me. He owns me—and I’ll gladly give myself over to him.
“And I’ll have another discussion with him as well. We all have to be on the same page. This only works if we are,” Tennant adds softly, and I want to ask questions, but the warning look he gives me has me biting them back.
With a nod, I slide off his warm body. “I’m going to grab a shower. I need to get ready for everything today.”
“Use ours,” Hollis commands, and I hesitate briefly before heading to their ensuite bathroom. I hope he realizes I don’t have any clothes here. Still, I turn the water on, blocking out the sounds of furious whispers coming from the bedroom. After taking care of my morning needs—and thankfully, finding a new toothbrush—I jump in the shower.
I don’t spend long in there. The feeling of claustrophobia hits me hard now every time I close a shower door. As soon as I’m perfectly clean, I tumble out, taking deep breaths as I work to calm my racing heart. Once I’m dry—and no longer panicking—I walk out of their bathroom with the towel around my hips. Hopefully, I don’t run into too many people as I walk to my way too lonely bedroom.
“Stop there.” I freeze in the middle of the room, my eyes going to Hollis, who is tapping on his tablet.
He sets it aside and stands up, walking toward me. He brushes a kiss across my lips, but pulls back when I try to lean into it. Tennant is sprawled out on the bed, his cock hard as hestudies me. My body flushes, as pale skin is always a detriment in this case. Hollis coughs and I turn my attention back to him.
“Stay there. Tennant and I are going to take care of things for a moment, but when we come back, I want you on your knees and the towel gone.”
He holds out his hand and Tennant goes willingly, easily, and my heart melts at the sight. My feelings for the two of them eclipse anything I thought I could feel beforehand. It gives me a pang of longing for my Master, but I ruthlessly push it away. They have such incredible beauty together, and I treasure the way they’ve let me into their relationship, and trust me with their family.
As soon as they disappear into the bathroom, I take the towel off and hang it over the chair in the corner. I thought about using it to kneel on, but it’s still damp, and I’d hate to upset them by causing the carpet to become wet. Thankfully, the carpet is plush enough that when I kneel down, there’s barely any twinge of discomfort. From experience, I know that will change, but for now, it’s comfortable enough.
It doesn’t take long before I hear them exit the bathroom, their steps not muffled completely. My cock hardens as I stay in position, my nerves ablaze with excitement and curiosity. I don’t know what my Sir has planned, but I know it’ll be special—it always is with him.
Warm hands tangle in my hair, and I relax fully. When Hollis tilts my head toward him, I meet his hungry eyes with a fascination of my own. “You’ve behaved well, Cucciolo. I thought a reward was in order.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you.”
He chuckles lightly at my exuberance. “I thought you’d like to worship your Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir!” I shudder in delight as Tennant walks closer to me, his thick cock proudly on display. I wet my lips as I stare at it inanticipation. I whine as Hollis tightens his grip on my hair, but otherwise, keeps silent. When Hollis guides me toward Tennant, I open my mouth, letting him sink his dick into my waiting hole.
“Suck it. Suck Daddy’s cock for us,” Hollis whispers, setting me aflame with need as I struggle to take all of Tennant’s—Daddy’s—cock. As he keeps sliding inside me, I fight my instinctive urge to gag, battling it down and focusing on breathing through my nose. He groans as I take it all, and my cock twitches in response. “That’s a good Puppy. And a very good Boy.”
I press my tongue against his hard dick as he withdraws, only to thrust back in before pulling out fully. My throat constricts around him, but I don’t fight it. I give into him and his maneuvering, not caring anymore about anything other than taking it. All I want is to behave for my Daddy, and he’s making it so damn easy on me, with whispered words of encouragement.
“That’s right. That’s a good Boy.” Tennant grunts as he pushes in so deeply that I wonder if there’s even enough room in my throat. I gasp when he pulls out again, only to be forced to swallow around him again—and again—until dizziness almost overtakes me, but Hollis taps his love’s arm and he pulls out fully.
I fall forward, swallowing air as they give me time to get myself back under control. Sitting back, I press my shaking hands onto Daddy’s thighs, and stare up at him with complete trust. He groans as he slides back inside my mouth, and this time, it’s fast. There’s no way for me to catch my breath, but fuck if that doesn’t make it better. Especially, when my Owner comes up behind me, propping me up for Daddy to use me like the slut I am for him.
“That’s right. Take it,” Hollis whispers in my ear, and I moan around Tennant’s cock. My own dick is so hard, I fear I may come from this alone, and without permission. I panic atthe thought, but there’s nothing I can do as Tennant chases his pleasure.
My jaw hurts like hell, but it still feels too soon when he forces himself deep inside and starts to come. I swallow quickly, not having a choice, but also not giving a fuck. I’ll take every drop he gives me. Anything for my Daddy.
He stumbles backward, falling onto the bed with a dry laugh. He scrubs his face with his hands, shaking his head. “Fuck. That…that was beyond good.”
I preen, not caring when Hollis snickers behind me. He offers me his hand and helps me to stand up. On wobbly legs, I stumble forward, right into Daddy’s arms. I nuzzle into his chest, whispering a quick, “Thank you.”
“I think that’s my line, Baby Boy. You were so good for your Daddy. I think you deserve another present.”
I look up at him in confusion. I’m not sure what present he can give me that tops being able to make him come. Still, I trust the soft smile he gives me. He shifts his attention behind me, where him and his lover are communicating without a word. I hope eventually I can have that with him and my Sir.
One of Sir’s hands grabs my throat, as the other caresses my dick, and I shudder against him. While he slowly cuts off my air, he tightly tugs my cock, roughly jerking me off. My legs tremble against the pleasure, and even as I try to hold back, I know it’s a losing battle, especially when the grip on my throat gets tighter and tighter.
“Come for us, Baby Boy. Come now, Pup.” I explode at Hollis’s command, coming so hard I’m glad Daddy is there to scoop me up because my legs certainly can’t hold me. Hell, consciousness can’t even keep me in its grasp as I fall into the blackness waiting for me on the other side of my pleasure.
I’m not sure how long they let me sleep, but when Hollis wakes me, it’s to find him using a wet washcloth on my backside.Grunting my displeasure at missing him come, I struggle to get up, especially when I find myself laying across Daddy again.
