I nod, unable to speak. Partly because I’m winded, exhausted.
Partly because my cock’s throbbing, painfully aching and engorged, and I know I won’t get any relief until after dinner.
“Where do you want it, Daddy?” Jordan asks.
I love that he has that dynamic with Leo. We each rely on the others in different ways. Jordan and Leo help replenish each other’s emotional wells as much as they help me replenish mine. Before I accepted Shae’s offer to run as her VP I had more time and energy to devote to Leo and make it less inequitable between us. Once my profile was raised by the campaign, however, we lost what little anonymity I still enjoyed in this town.
Jordan helps fill that need for Leo, yet another reason I could never begrudge Leo being with him.
Leo points to the sitting area. “I’ll grab a cushion and towel for the pet.”
Meaning I’ll be naked and sitting on the floor for dinner.
Yay!
Five minutes later, Jordan and Leo are settled on the small sofa and I’m on the floor between them, perched on my towel-covered cushion. Leo pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and let Jordan stay dressed, although Jordan’s now wearing his leather collar.
They take turns hand-feeding me. Throughout our meal I simply sit there, eyes closed as I listen to them talk, opening my mouth to indicate when I’m ready for another bite and soaking in the blissful afterglow of my play with Leo.
This feels like family.
This feels…normal.
Relatively speaking.
This is what I hope our future is like. I want every night we’re home to be like this, simply beingtheirs.
Is that a weird dream? I guess it is to some people but my greatest peace comes at their feet and under their hands.
If you know, you know.
Once we finish dinner Leo orders me to remain in place while he and Jordan quickly clean up our dishes and take everything out to the kitchen. I know our Jordan, and he’s already tidied everything as he cooked, leaving only what we ate on to wash, and those dishes can be quickly rinsed and put in the dishwasher.
Sometimes I do dishes for him when my schedule allows. I enjoy the simple pleasure of standing there and washing pots while we talk or joke around, or sometimes he even sits on the counter and supervises.
Small acts of service I can perform for him in private.
I close my eyes and rest my head against the couch to await their return with no thought of moving without permission.
I wouldn’t dare, unless it’s an emergency.
Once they return I don’t have to open my eyes. I track their progress across the room with my ears. They first go into the bathroom and I hear the telltale sounds of them preparing things in there. Then the sound of the shower starting, but only one of them returns.
Leo.
This is confirmed when he stops in front of me and speaks. “Ready for a shower, baby?”
I smile and hold my hands up to him before I open my eyes. “Yes, Master.”
Leo pulls me to my feet and then sets my walker in front of me, indicating for me to follow.
Jordan’s already in the shower, standing under the water. Leo unfastens my leather collar and sets it on the counter next to Jordan’s. Then he strips and steps into the shower. I leave my walker outside the shower and Leo holds out an arm to help steady me until I’m safely seated on my shower bench.
Wouldn’t do for me to fall and bust my ass and end up in Walter Reed over shower sex, right? I’d never freaking live that one down.
He stands behind me and holds a hand out to Jordan, who passes him the scrubby already lathered with our body wash. Together they bathe me and each other as we exchange kisses and hands stroke cocks and fingers tease nipples.
This is another treasured activity I miss with Leo. Schedule permitting, Jordan and I bathe together as often as possible. Frequently those times—the morning ones, at least—are fast and devoid of the languid, sexy energy now swirling around the three of us along with steam from the spray.
