Although at some point down the line, it’d possibly change. But right now, I didn’t think I’d handle it well. “No intercourse. With Noah, I can. Maybe. But...it’s been a while. And the times before weren’t good.”
“I will never force you to do something you aren’t comfortable with, darlin’. Noah and you are free to explore, to play, and find limits with one another. Just, there will be times I may give rules about when you can cum.”
“Daddy?” Noah huffed, pushing against me more. “Sleepy time. Shhh.”
“Sorry, little one.” I didn’t think Beckett was. Noah huffed against me. “Always use your safe words. Remember, they are there when you can’t say stop or no. Noah will respect them as much as I will.”
I yawned, feeling my jaw pop as I did so.
“Now sleep. I’ll keep watch over the both of you.”
***
Beckett’s house was huge compared to my place. I could understand all too well why Noah liked it. He had a room filled with toys and there was even a bed for Noah to take a nap in. I did have to admit, it fit the boy perfectly. Apparently, Beckett had it already set up, waiting for the perfect boy he may or may not find someday. And with some small touches, Noah made it even better.
There was an office, a huge living room, a kitchen, and an unfinished basement. Along with three other bedrooms, one of which was set up as a spare and then the master.
“Only thing that’s missing is you,” Noah said when we made it back to the living room after the grand tour.
I gave him a look. I didn’t belong here. My place was just big enough for what I needed.
“He’s not going to move in here with me unless you move in, too.” Beckett supplied. “But that won’t be something either of you need to worry about right now. We have plenty of time to figure that out.”
“But Daddy,” Noah pouted, pushing against my side. “That’s not the plan. You were to just tell him he has to move in so you can keep us together.”
“No buts, little one.”
Noah huffed.
“I like my space, No-No. And you are free to move in here whenever you want.” He had to know that I wasn’t going to make him not stay with me. We’d been apart before, and we both survived.
“There’s space here. The backyard is amazing. Daddy says he’ll get a hot tub if you want one.”
“He probably would get you anything you wanted, if you were to ask.” The whispered words came from Beckett, causing us to both jump. Noah gave out a small squeak. I almost laughed. “But I said I wasn’t going to be pushy. We will move at your pace, Asher. No one else’s. You have full say in everything you want or need.”
Crap. Why’d he have to say that?
I turned to face him, which easily put me a head or two shorter than Beckett. He may be Noha’s Daddy, but he was something to me, too.
I’d gone too long trying to fight my desires for this man. Within the past week alone, my emotions had been everywhere. So many ups and downs. And I was tired of trying to hold it all together alone.
I’d heard more times than I could remember, mostly from the books I read and my own research, that sometimes relationships in the DBSM lifestyle moved quicker, differently, and seemed strange to others. But standing here before Beckett, I understood.
I understood why certain kinds of people were brought together. Sometimes, it was in the worst moments, sometimes the best.
“I’m not ready to move in here with you and Noah. Yet.” I glanced towards the boy who was attached to my side. “But I can see myself here. Being a part of whatever we are. The three of us. Together. I can’t promise I won’t freak out at moments. I can’t promise to be perfect and talk out my thoughts. But I can promise, that as long as you two hold on, I can’t run away. I can’t run away from whatever is growing here.”
I fell to my knees, right there in the middle of Beckett’s house. I couldn’t keep living with one foot in the grave.
Noah backed away, but still kept a hand on my shoulder as I lifted my head towards Beckett.
“I want to serve you, Sir. Only you. Not your brother or any other Dom. You got inside my head that first day you showed up at the bar and I can’t get you out.”
“Darlin’.” A hand gripped my hair with the word. “I hope you know what you are offering up, my dear boy.” His eyes darkened, lust swirling behind his iris.
“I am submitting to you, Sir.”
His hand pulled my hair tighter, causing me to follow the path until my head was to his liking. “There are going to be rules, Asher. Some that you will break. Some you will love. Limits we need to talk about. You may hate me when I push you to make you a better human being.”
