I add that to the list of things I should probably discuss with Dr. Zenner and turn my attention back to thehopefullyreal andnotdream men escorting me through the snow.
“Let’s get you home, sweetheart. We have something special waiting for you.”
When we get to Marco and Jay’s place, I’m greeted with an even better version of Marco’sSeolleongtang—his Korean ox bone soup. Last time I had this was when Jay shared it with me in our office when he first started. It’s great reheated, but it looks like he made it today and it’s been simmering for hours. It’s warm and salty and exactly the kind of comfort food I want on a cold night after sobbing to my therapist.
The guys listen to me talk about how much I vibed with Dr. Zenner, how I felt safe and comfortable. I didn’t want to go into the nitty gritty because for one, they know it all, and two, I just need a reprieve. I know I’m going to sleep well tonight.
“I made up a bag for you if you’d like to spend the night,” Jay says, clearing our dishes away and sauntering over to the kitchen. He’s still in his work clothes, as am I. His navy blue slacks hugging his backside and thighs and making my mouth water. “I have a change of clothes for tomorrow. I got your burgundy blazer, matching pants and that white blouse with the tiny dots on it. But if you don’t want to…” he takes a long pause and sets the dishes in the sink and looks at me with a concerned brow raised.
Marco takes my hand as we sit at the dining table and grazes his fingers over mine. “But if you’d rather be alone tonight, we understand.”
“No, I'd like to be with you tonight,” I answer.
Most nights.
Every night.
Jay rounds back to the dining room, stands behind me and leans over, placing his hands on either side of me on the table and whispers in my ear, “Good. Because your surprise still awaits you.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “Wait,” I turn my head up at him and then back to Marco. “I thought dinner was my surprise.”
Marco stands from his chair and takes my hand allowing me to stand with him. “Oh no, princess. For being such a good girl and going to therapy, you’re getting the royal treatment tonight.”
Anticipation coils tight in my lower belly, ready for whatever my relentless, Italian Dom and sweet, Korean sub partner have in store.
Oh, I hope he uses the clamps again.
Marco leans down to kiss my lips gently but then nips at me. “Follow Jay upstairs. Use the bathroom if you need to.”
I do as he says and Marco walks behind us up the stairs, surely staring at our butts. I give him a little show and sway a little extra. I’m sure between this angle and the kelly green wrap dress I’m wearing, my behind looks rather enticing.
Making a quick detour to the bathroom, I do my business and give myself a quick little whore’s bath—wiping my underarms, undercarriage and under boobs—before redressing. He didn’t say to get undressed and I will not be disobeying Dom Marco.
When I step out of the bathroom, Jay’s waiting for me, his white shirt open a few buttons at the top. He bites his lower lip, takes my hands, and starts walking backwards. “You’re gonna love this, baby.” He leads us not to their bedroom, but to Marco’s home massage room. There are several candles burning, a Himalayan salt lamp glowing, as he dims the lights and looks at us, only a couple feet away. “Undress to your comfort level, Ms. Dalton,” he says with a smirk and sexy side eye.
“I’m getting a massage?” I beam and clench my fists tight around Jay’s. My mind instantly goes back to our first time together at Marco’s spa.
Oh my god, I hope tonight will be like that.
Jay nods and waggles his eyebrows, “You are.” He begins to pull the bow at my waist “Now let me take this dress off you.” The dress falls open, revealing my white lace set. I ordered some new lingerie recently to wear for the guys, and honestly, I think wearing it turns me on as much as it turns them on. I feel so sexy and powerful when I wear it. But the way Jay is staring at me, like he could eat me alive… yeah maybe he likes it more.
I can see his erection tenting his already-tight pants as he slides the dress off my shoulders and collects it, hanging it on the hook next to us.
I peer over at Marco, who’s just leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He’s wearing his classic white t-shirt and jeans—and fuck me—he looks like a dream. His dick outline is clear as day behind that zipper. He’s just staring at us with hungry eyes. I think all three of us want to devour each other as dessert.
Jay begins to unhook my bra, his mouth resting close to my ear. “I’m undressing you tomycomfort level, ma’am. As much as I want you to wear nothing but that lingerie, I want you naked for this.” He unhooks me and slowly slides his hands down my curves and takes my panties down, setting them both aside.
When he steps back to me, I put my hands up to start unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, but he stops me. “No, no. The royal treatment means you get to sit back and enjoy.” He nods to the table and I look to Marco who also nods in agreement and pushes off the wall.
He pulls back the white fleece blanket and sheets. “Face down first, Ms. Dalton.”
Climbing onto the table, I situate myself but quickly realize there are holes under my chest in the table. The sheet covers it, but they’re like little cutouts just for my breasts. I prop up on my elbows and look from my chest to Marco, my mouth wide and eyes surely bugging out. “Does this table have boob holes?”
He chuckles and squats in front of me with a smile. “It’s called a breast recess, yes. It’s better than the table at the spa.”
I squint my eyes smiling at him and proceed to lay my face in the cradle and relish in the comfort that not squishing my huge breasts into pancakes gives me.
The table is warm as is the room. Ethereal music plays softly and the whole room smells like Marco—lavender and sandalwood.
