“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
“Let us help you into it,” Majesty said, joining us.
They dressed me slowly, reverently. Majesty laced the corset with expert precision while Lex knelt to fasten the straps of delicate heels I also didn’t recognize. Every touch felt worshipful, like I was something precious being prepared for a ceremony.
“Look at you,” Majesty murmured when they’d finished, turning me to face the mirror. “Absolutely stunning.”
I barely recognized myself. The corset emphasized my curves, the necklace they’d given me glinted at my throat, and my skin still glowed from Scarlett’s ministrations. I looked... beautiful. Confident. Theirs.
“Color check,” Lex said, his voice shifting into Dom mode.
“Green,” I answered immediately.
“Perfect,” Lex said, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Because we want to worship you tonight. Make you feel exactly how precious you are to us.”
“Safe words?” Majesty prompted.
“Red, yellow, green. Three grunts or taps if I’m gagged.”
“Good girl.” Lex’s praise sent heat pooling low in my belly. “Then let’s go show our girl exactly what she means to us.”
The private room in the Dungeon took my breath away. Candles everywhere cast flickering shadows on the walls. Rose petals scattered across the floor in a path led to the padded bench at the center. Soft instrumental music played from hidden speakers.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“We wanted it special,” Majesty said, closing and locking the door behind us.
Lex cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “Tonight isn’t about pushing your limits or testing your endurance. Tonight is about pleasure. About showing you how much we love you, how much we treasure having you in our lives.”
“We’re going to take you apart,” Majesty continued, moving behind me to press against my back. “Slowly. Carefully. And then we’re going to put you back together.”
“Please,” I breathed.
“Strip for us,” Lex commanded. “Let us see what’s ours.”
I took my time with the corset, letting them watch as each hook came undone. The skirt pooled at my feet. Underneath, I wore matching burgundy lingerie.
“Perfect,” Majesty growled. “Now to the bench. On your knees, facing us.”
They secured me carefully, wrists in the new leather cuffs they first attached to the bench, knees spread and anchored. Theposition left me exposed but not uncomfortable. They’d adjusted everything for my height, my flexibility, my comfort.
“Color?” Lex checked.
“Green.”
“We’re going to blindfold you now,” Majesty said. “Take away your sight so you can focus on sensation. On feeling us.”
The silk blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging everything into darkness. Immediately, my other senses sharpened. I heard footsteps circling me, the rustle of fabric, the quiet clink of something metal.
Then—sensation. Soft fur dragging down my spine, making me arch. Cool glass tracing patterns over my ribs. Warm breath against my neck. Fingers ghosting over my thighs, never quite touching where I wanted them most.
“So beautiful,” Lex murmured. “So responsive for us.”
They took their time. Ice cubes that made me gasp, followed by warm mouths that made me moan. Feathers that tickled, then firm hands that grounded me. They brought me to the edge over and over, always stopping just before I could fall.
“Please,” I finally whimpered, past pride or pretense. “Please, I need?—”
“Only when we say…” Majesty said, his voice rough with his own desire. “Breathe, baby. Count to ten.”
