“Sit,” Lex instructed, guiding her to the cushioned mat.
She sat, and we positioned ourselves on either side of her. Close. Protective.
“In multi-partner dynamics, there are moments when the playfulness stops,” I explained to the students. “When what your partner needs is to be held. Claimed. Reminded that they’re safe and valued and seen.”
I turned to Cami. “You’ve been so strong. Taking everything we’ve given you. But you don’t have to be strong right now. You can let go.”
“I don’t know how,” she whispered.
“Yes, you do.” Lex’s hand cupped her face. “You just stop fighting.”
I saw the moment she released the control she’d been holding so tightly. Her shoulders dropped, her breathing stuttered, and tears started sliding down her cheeks.
“There she is,” I murmured, pulling her against my chest while Lex kept his hand on her face, his thumb brushing away tears. “We’ve got you, baby. We’ve got you.”
She shook in my arms, overwhelmed by three days of denial and need and pushing herself past her limits. I held her whileLex murmured soft reassurances, while the students watched in silence.
“This,” Lex said to the class, his voice rough with emotion, “is what trust looks like. She pushed herself to her absolute limit because she wanted to show us she could. And now we get to show her that she doesn’t have to be perfect. She just has to be ours.”
I felt Cami’s hands fist in my shirt, felt her press closer, seeking more contact. “Please,” she whispered against my chest. “I need you. Both of you.”
“I know.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Class is almost over. Can you hold on just a little longer?”
She nodded, but I felt her trembling.
Lex addressed the students. “We’re going to end here for tonight. What you just witnessed is the foundation of everything we’ve been teaching. Communication. Trust. Knowing when to push and when to catch. Take tonight to process, and we’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
The students filtered out quietly, and I was grateful for their discretion. When the last one left, I felt Cami sag against me completely.
“I made it,” she said, her voice small. “I made it through.”
“You did.” Lex knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “You were perfect. So fucking perfect.”
“Can we go now?” She looked between us, desperate. “Please. I need you both so much it hurts.”
I stood, bringing her up with me. Lex moved to her other side, and together we walked her toward the cabin.
“Upstairs,” I said. “My room. It’s bigger, and we’re going to need the space.”
Cami made a sound that was half laugh, half sob. “I don’t think I can walk that fast.”
“Then we’ll take our time.” But I slid my arm around her waist, supporting her weight. “We’re not in a rush now, baby. We have all night.”
“And tomorrow,” Lex added. “And every day after that you’ll have us.”
We made it to my room. Privacy. Finally.
Cami turned to face us, and I saw everything in her eyes. Need, yes. But also trust and something else, though it was too soon to name it.
“We’re going to take care of you now,” I promised. “Everything you’ve been waiting for. Everything you’ve earned. But first, we need to know you’re okay. That you still want this.”
“I want this.” No hesitation. “I want you. Both of you. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
Lex moved to her, cupping her face in both hands. “No more waiting. We’re going to worship every inch of you. Make you come until you can’t remember your own name. And then we’re going to hold you until you fall asleep. Does that sound good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I moved behind her, my hands settling on her hips. “Then let us show you exactly what you mean to us.”
