“Come here.” Majesty pulled me into his lap, and Lex settled beside us, both of them surrounding me.
They held me while I cried. Really cried. All the fear and pain and exhaustion pouring out. I didn’t know where it all came from, but the moment that he pulled me into his lap, the sensations rushed me. I couldn’t seem to hold any of it back. I curled into him and Lex closed in as well creating a barricade from the rest of the world.
Safe…
“We’ve got you,” Majesty murmured. “We’re so sorry, baby. We should have seen this. Should have been paying more attention.”
“You’re not alone,” Lex added, his hand stroking my hair. “We’ve got you.”
When the worst of the crying subsided, Majesty tilted my face up. “Can I kiss it better?”
I nodded, not quite understanding fully.
He shifted me off his lap onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. His hands went to the waistband of my pajama shorts.
“This okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pulled them off slowly, along with my underwear, then lowered his mouth to me.
The sensation was overwhelming. Not just physical, but emotional. The care in every touch. The intentionality.
Lex pulled me back against his chest, holding me steady between his legs. His mouth was close to my ear.
“Tell me something,” he said softly. “Do your men love you?”
“I... yes?”
“Say it properly.”
“My men love me.”
“Good girl.” His hands stroked up my sides. “Do we miss you when you’re not with us?”
Majesty’s tongue worked magic between my legs, making it hard to think.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.
“Say it.”
“My men miss me when I’m not with them.”
“Do we need you?”
“I don’t?—”
“Yes, you do know.” Lex’s voice was firm. “Say it.”
“My men need me.”
“That’s right.” He kissed my temple. “We need you, Cami. Not just sexually. Not just during scenes. We need YOU.”
Majesty added a finger, curling it perfectly, and I moaned.
“Are you our good girl?” Lex continued.
“Yes, Sir.”
