He wrapped one strong arm around her waist, the other stroking slowly down her spine. “I can see the wheels turning in your head,” he said quietly. “And I need you to calm down. Let both Roland and I worry about what happens next.”
That nearly undid her. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she nodded.
“Can we talk about limits?” Roland asked, reappearing with a bowl of ice cream and three spoons.
Well, that was even better than more biscuits.
He set it down, but didn’t return to his seat yet. “What you want. What you don’t. No pressure, but we’d like to know, because it’s probably the best way to know if we’re truly compatible.”
Sydney swallowed, nodded again, and took a shaky breath. “I… I want to be honest with you both. You both already know I’m a Little. That’s a big part of me. But I’m also submissive.In the bedroom, I mean. I need someone to take control. Not just playtime. Real control. Real… dominance.”
Levi didn’t move, but she could feel how alert he became beneath her. Roland came to sit on the couch beside them, his expression gentle and open.
“I don’t expect anyone to fix me,” she added quickly. “But it helps me feel safe when I can hand things over. When someone else is… leading. Especially when things get”—she hesitated—“when things get messy in my head.”
Neither man said anything for a moment. But they didn’t look shocked. Or uncomfortable.
And, thank goodness, they didn’t ask for more.
Levi’s hand smoothed up her back again, and she melted under the contact.
“You don’t need to explain anything you’re not ready to,” he said simply. “We hear you. And we’re honored you trust us enough to share what you already have.”
Roland leaned in and brushed a knuckle along her cheek. “We also don’t think any less of you, because of what you need. In fact… we might be thinking a whole lotmore.”
That earned a startled laugh from her. Her shoulders relaxed another inch.
Levi shifted slightly beneath her, and when she looked up at him, his eyes were darker. Focused. Hungry.
“Alright,” he murmured. “Now that’s settled, little miss… I’m going to kiss you. You can tell me no.”
Time stopped.
Sydney stared at him, blinking once. Twice. Then?—
“Oh. Wait—you’re waiting for me to say something? I’m definitely not saying ‘no,’ Sir.”
Levi’s eyes flared. A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“That’sDaddyto you, little brat.”
And then he claimed her mouth.
The kiss was nothing like she expected.His lips were firm and demanding, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Hekissed like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it. One hand cupped the back of her head, angling her just right, while the other pulled her tighter against him.
She whimpered against his mouth, and that only made him deepen the kiss.
Roland’s hand slipped onto her knee, warm and grounding, and she felt herself tilting, surrendering. Not just to the kiss, but to the moment, the attention, the dizzying sense of belonging.
When Levi finally pulled back, she was breathless and dazed.
“Still not saying no,” she whispered, her voice trembling with something that felt dangerously close to joy.
Roland chuckled, leaned in, and brushed a kiss to her temple. “Does that mean it’s my turn?”
Sydney turned her head toward him, heart thudding, still nestled securely in Levi’s lap. She didn’t answer with words, just gave a breathless little nod, her cheeks flushed and lips still tingling.
“Come here then, sweetheart,” Roland murmured, sliding closer.
