Levi leaned in, brushing a kiss to the spot just above the curve of her backside. “That’s enough. You did so well, baby.”
Sydney straightened slowly, blinking up at them. Both of them looked at her like she was the most precious thing they’dever seen. She didn’t feel dirty. She didn’t feel broken. She feltwanted.
Roland’s hand found hers. “Come here, little bird,” he said, drawing her close. “Let us take care of you properly now.”
That’s when she noticed he was naked, too. And my-oh-my, what a sight he was to behold. He had the build of a swimmer, lean, strong and delightfully ripped, making Sydney wish she could trace all those lines with her tongue.
Roland stepped into the tub first, settling back into the bubbles with a pleased sigh, and Levi helped her in next. She let them position her between Roland’s legs while Levi undressed, slowly revealing his thicker, wider frame one slow, torturous inch at a time. These men were going to be the death of her if she didn’t get to have them.
And soon.
Levi quickly joined them in the tub, facing Sydney, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at the tight fit in the tub, and it wasn’t even as small as a standard tub. The water ran over the sides, but neither of her Daddies seemed to mind the mess they were making.
Soft hands stroked her skin, trailing through the water, over her belly, her hips, her thighs. Levi kissed her again, slow and deep this time, while Roland’s fingers found the sore curves of her bottom, massaging gently, making her whimper.
“You’re beautiful,” Levi murmured, breaking the kiss only long enough to speak. “Every inch of you. Inside and out.”
Roland’s hand slid forward, between her legs, and she gasped—her head dropping back against his shoulder as his fingers found her, slick and ready.
“That’s it, babygirl,” Roland whispered, kissing just beneath her ear. “Let us make you feel good.”
She let them. Let herself. She was too breathless to speak, too overwhelmed to do anything butfeel. Levi’s mouth moved downto her throat, over the swell of her breasts, while Roland’s clever fingers worked a slow, devastating rhythm against her needy pussy that had her trembling all over. It stunned her, how safe she felt. How wanted. This wasn’t about control or taking; this was about being seen. Cherished.
She hadn’t even realized how starved she’d been for that until now. Nothing she’d ever done before had felt like this. This wasn’t just sex. It was care. It was everything.
“Please,” she whispered, barely able to get the word out past the moan in her throat. “I need... I need more.”
Roland’s lips ghosted over her shoulder. “You sure, little bird?”
“Yes. Please.” She felt him move behind her, shifting slightly to adjust his angle a bit. With careful precision, he slid his fingers into her, slow and deep, and she let out a soft, shattered cry that echoed through the steam-filled room.
Roland fucked her with his fingers, slow, sure, and as deep as he could given their position, while his palm carefully grazed against her clit, causing little shocks of pleasure to run through her system. She lost herself in the sensations as she pushed herself against the hardness pressed against her back, while Levi continued to suck, bite and lick at her breasts, doing his best to enhance her pleasure to unfathomable heights.
Levi groaned low in his throat, watching her fall apart. His hand slid down, cupping her breast as he leaned in close, his voice thick with desire. “You look so fucking perfect like this. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her pleasure built gradually, like a storm brewing inside her, and she rode it like a wave as the water continued to flow out over the sides of the bath while she writhed in their embrace. She was held between them, precious, praised, loved and adored. The water sloshed gently as they moved around her, bubbles clinging to her skin like lace. Levi’s tongue was warmagainst the cool air on her chest, a delicious contrast to the heat between her legs where Roland’s fingers played her like a favorite instrument. The slickness of the water, the soft friction, the press of skin on skin. Everything blurred together until she couldn’t tell where one touch ended and another began.
When it broke, she cried out, shattering in their arms, every part of her coming undone to be remade all at once. They held her through it, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her shoulders, whispering how proud they were, how sweet she was, how much they cared.
“Now,” she said on a sigh, “when you said you were going to warm me up... this is more what I had in mind, but the spanking definitely had its high points too.”
Levi mock growled at her, his brows drawing down into a fake frown as Roland bit at her neck, his teeth sinking in enough to make her yelp, but not to really hurt her.
Levi grinned at the noise before leaning over to nibble on her lower lip, dripping water all over her. “What do you think, Ro? Maybe next time we shouldskipthe spanking.”
“Nooo!” she protested, giggling as Roland tugged gently on her wet hair.
“That’s what I thought,” Levi said smugly as he slid back into the water. “Our Little miss likes a little fire on that pretty backside.”
They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the intimacy of being together in the warm water until it cooled too much for them to be comfortable.
Then her Daddies helped her out, dried her off.
“Okay, little miss. Now your Daddy Ro is going to make you some oatmeal for breakfast, you’re going to eat it all, and then, if you’re a really good girl, I’ll have you for breakfast.”
She flushed from head to toe, but she didn’t look away. “I think I could really love it here,” she said softly.
Roland kissed her temple, Levi wrapped an arm around her, and just like that, it felt a bit more like this strange country could be her new home.
