The bastard extraordinaire, sure, but my pet and my boy both love Him, and they’d be lying if they said they didn’t.
Except Sarge has no place in my life anymore.
Hopefully, I never have to resurrect him again.
Owen wears a wild grin that speaks to the complete abandon filling his heart. When Susa was pregnant with Petey, Owen was a changed man. Times two when we learned she was expecting Tommy.
Lasting changes, for the better.
I can only imagine how happy he feels in this moment.
My ability to feel that kind of joy has been forever dampened by what I survived, the dark times that birthed Sarge in my soul, but make no mistake—I’m pretty damn happy.
I focus on Susa, on how she’s kissing me, nibbling on my lips, her hands now more holding mine than holding them down.
I don’t deserve either of these two beautiful souls. But they’re mine and, for some reason, they love me.
Owen removes my socks and starts working on my slacks. I’m about to suggest they let me up so we can have some fun when warm breath washes over my stiff cock, followed by the feel of Owen’s mouth as he engulfs the head.
One of the things my boy’s perfected over two and a half decades with me is how to give a perfect blowjob.
Perfect forme, at least.
I’m the only man he’s ever been with, and I plan on keeping it that way.
I moan while the sweet, wet heat of Owen’s mouth slowly envelops my shaft all the way to my balls. When I move to reach down and touch his head, Susa’s hand tightly grips mine and stills me.
My pet nuzzles my ear. “No, Master,” she murmurs. “Let our boy tease you for a little bit.”
Another flash of fear hits me, and I shove it aside. She has no knowledge of the true darkness in my past.
Owen lives to submit toHer, and to me. While I’ve let Owen play Top in bed before with me, I’ve neversubmittedto him or, more importantly, to Susa. That level of trust was burned out of me and remains dead in the charred wreckage of my soul, the same wreckage that birthed Sarge.
But as I look up into her blue eyes, my breath hitches in my chest in a nearly painful way. Once, justonedamn time, I’d like to feel that way again, the sweet dive into subspace, the way my soul floated with submission.
My pets haveneverbetrayed me.
Not once.
If I can’t trust them…who can I trust?
“Yes, Governor,” I whisper.
A brilliant smile lights her features. If for no other reason, that was worth uttering those two words. I struggle to let her remain in charge, to not grip her hands in a way I know would immediately flip her back into my pet.
Even as I do, subspace eludes me, skitters just beyond my mental reach.
But then Owen shoves my thighs apart and shoulders in there. He hooks his arms under my legs and wraps his hands around the tops of my thighs, anchoring me in place as he worships my cock. It tips my emotional table again, sending me sailing over the edge and into the sweet abyss of subspace.
I suck in a sharp breath that Susa mistakes for need and desire. She kisses me again and I welcome it, kissing her back. I’m greedy, selfishly wanting this precious escape. It’s been…alongfucking time since I last felt like this.
Well before my pets entered my life and healed me in ways I never dreamed possible.
Hunger consumes me as I close my eyes and let myself soar.
Susa switches position, kneeling over my head and facing Owen, but she’s learned a thing or two from me over the years and pins my wrists under her shins.
Could I free myself?
