Sydney blinked at him, taking in his words before nodding her head. “No come time or fun time for Sydney, red for stop and Daddy or Sir, yes, Sir.”
Roland chuckled before gripping her hair and pulling her head back for a deep, punishing kiss. When he was done tasting her, he gently bit her bottom lip before staring straight into her eyes. “You’re going to be trouble once you settle in, aren’t you?”
Sydney shrugged in response but she couldn’t help the blush she felt heating her cheeks. She wouldn’t have ever said she had a brat inside her, but maybe for these two men she would feel more comfortable with letting her naughty Little out.
Sydney was already trembling as she waited for them to make their next move, and they hadn’t even touched her in any real sexual way yet.
The sheets beneath her palms were warm, the bed lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamps. Being on her hands and knees, just as Levi had told her to be was a new experience. New and exhilarating. The air felt thick with the weight of their attention.Her bra and panties were delicate but somehow they felt more revealing than being fully naked.
She bit her lip.
“You look nervous,” Roland murmured from somewhere beside her, his voice low and smooth. “Are you?”
She nodded, barely.
Levi’s hand came to rest between her shoulder blades, firm and grounding. “Good. Hold still, little one.”
Her heart thudded. She’d never been looked at like this. Not as something to take or to tame, but something to treasure.
“Legs a little wider,” Levi said, and the low command shivered straight through her spine.
Sydney shifted, face flushing with the effort of obedience. The pose exposed her completely. Humiliating. Hot. She wanted to hideandbe seen all at once.
“Good girl,” Roland praised from her left, his palm trailing lightly down her arm. “You follow instructions so sweetly.”
Her stomach fluttered at the words. They hit harder than any hand could.
Then she felt Levi’s touch at the small of her back, rougher than Roland’s, more demanding. His fingers traced down to the waistband of her panties and tugged, just enough to make her gasp.
“Pretty little thing,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “And you’re all ours now.”
Sydney whimpered.
Roland knelt in front of her, brushing hair back from her face. His smile was tender. “Do you want us to touch you, little bird?”
She nodded again, more desperately this time.
“Words,” Levi said from behind, the edge in his voice unmistakable.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” she breathed.
“There’s our good girl,” he said, almost amused, those two words drawing a loud moan from Sydney.
Then they began.
Levi’s hands moved with purpose, sliding her panties down inch by inch, exposing her to the faint light and their gaze. Roland, meanwhile, kept her grounded. He stroked her cheek and murmured encouragement as her body trembled under their shared focus. There was no rush. And it was driving her insane. Their slow, steady strokes were doing nothing but make herneedin a way so fierce Sydney was scared she’d spontaneously combust or become untethered and float into the void.
Thick, calloused fingers explored. Touched. Teased. They kissed every bruise, every tremble, every frightened shadow away until only the light was left.
“She’s soaking,” Levi said, almost with pride.
Sydney’s face burned, but she didn’t move. She wouldn’t dare. She wanted this. All of it. And to get it she’d have to stay exactly how her Daddies put her.
“That’s because she’s perfect for us,” Roland whispered, his mouth brushing her ear before he bit down on the lower fleshy part of her lobe.
Her breath hitched.
“Daddy,” she keened, begging for more without using anything but that one word.
