“Say it.”
“I’m your good girl.”
“Are you enough?”
I hesitated, freezing, and Majesty stopped.
“Answer him,” Majesty said against my inner thigh. He kissed there, but he waited for me to speak. His eyes intently watching me. “Baby…”
“I... I’m enough.”
“Again. Like you mean it.” Majesty demanded.
“I’m enough.”
“One more time,” Lex urged.
“I’m enough!” It came out almost angry, defiant.
“There she is,” Lex said with satisfaction. “There’s our girl.”
Majesty resumed his work with renewed intensity, and Lex’s hands moved to my breasts, teasing through my shirt and tweaking my nipples. They worked me up, making the emotions swirling inside merge with the arousal to build something monumental. I moaned, writhing between them. Almost… almost…
“Come for us,” Lex commanded. “Show us you believe what you just said.”
The orgasm hit me hard, waves of pleasure mixing with emotional release. I cried out, and they held me through it.
When I finally came down, boneless and shaking, they rearranged us so I was between them, bottomless but warmed by the two of them.
“How do you feel?” Majesty asked.
“Better. Confused. Tired.”
“That’s the drop working its way out,” Lex explained. “You’re going to need intensive aftercare for the next few days. Constant reassurance, physical touch, nourishment.”
“And you’re in trouble,” Majesty added, his tone gentle but serious.
I tensed. “What?”
“You kept all of this to yourself instead of coming to us. You let it build until it became a crisis.” He tilted my face to look at him. “We can’t help if we don’t know something’s wrong. And part of being in this relationship is trusting us enough to tell us when you’re struggling.”
“I didn’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not a burden. You’re our responsibility. Our privilege. Our partner.” Lex squeezed my hand. “But you have to communicate. No more suffering in silence.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“We’re sorry too,” Majesty said. “For not seeing it. For getting so caught up in things that we neglected you. That doesn’thappen again. We’ll change up some things to make sure we’re better apt to notice. We’re doing too much, and we should have arranged things a little differently to make space for you–us.”
“Starting now,” Lex said, “we’re taking the rest of the day off. I’ll email everybody to let them know that we’re closing out tomorrow with half a day of class.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“Yes, we do.” Majesty’s voice was firm. “You’re our priority. The workshop is over, we only added the extra observation week because there were a lot of people who couldn’t make the class in person but wanted coaching. It’ll be fine. You, though… you need us and we want to be here for and with you.”
Fresh tears fell, but these were different. Relief. Hope.
“I love you,” I said. “Both of you. So much.”
