It was time. But then Cami did something that shocked us both. She stripped down to her panties and bra, then presented herself to us perfectly. I couldn’t breathe with how stunning she was. She was so fucking beautiful. Lex’s expression was hard, as if he was barely holding it together. That’s how I knew it was time.
Chapter Fourteen
Lex
The sight of her stripped down to her underwear, kneeling in perfect presentation position, nearly broke what little control I had left. Days of watching her suffer, of denying her, of building this moment had come to this moment. And now she was offering herself to us completely.
Her thighs were spread, hands resting palms-up on them, head tilted back, eyes cast down in perfect submission. The black lace of her bra and panties contrasted beautifully against her skin, and I could see she was already trembling.
“Fuck,” Majesty breathed. “Look at her.”
I couldn’t look away if I tried. “Cami, eyes up.”
She lifted her gaze to meet mine, and the need there was staggering. But underneath it, I saw trust. Complete, unwavering trust.
“Color?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
“Green, Sir.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” I moved closer, circling her slowly. “Offering yourself to us like this. Trusting us with this gift.”
“You’ve earned it,” Majesty added, moving to stand beside me. “Never breaking. Never backing down. You’ve been perfect.”
“I tried,” she whispered.
“No.” I crouched in front of her, forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t try. You succeeded. And now we’re going to reward you for it.”
I stood and started unbuttoning my shirt, watching her eyes track the movement. “But make no mistake, Cami. What happens next isn’t going to be gentle. We’re not going to take it easy on you. We’re going to take you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but pure sensation. Until you’re so thoroughly ours that you’ll feel us for days. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it,” Majesty commanded. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you both to take me. Use me. Make me yours.” Her voice grew stronger with each word. “I want to feel you both at the same time. I want it rough and everything you’ve been holding back.”
“Good girl.” I stripped off my shirt completely, then moved to unfasten my belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made her breath hitch. “Majesty, get the supplies from the closet. The rope, the restraints, everything.”
I watched understanding dawn in Cami’s eyes. Not just sex. A scene. A full claiming.
“Rest,” I instructed.
She did and I immediately moved behind her, my chest against her back. My hands slid around to cup her breasts through the lace, and she gasped.
“This stays on for now.” I squeezed firmly. “I want us to unwrap you together.”
Majesty returned with a black bag, setting it on the bed. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to continue.”
“And if your mouth is occupied?” I asked, my fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and pinching.
“I drop something you’ve given me to hold, or I tap three times rapidly.” She hissed and then relaxed into me.
“Perfect.” I released her and stepped back. “On the bed. On your back.”
She moved quickly, eager, and I exchanged a look with Majesty. We’d discussed this. Planned it. But seeing her actually here, willing and desperate, made it real in a way nothing else could.
After stroking his hands down her arms, Majesty removed her bra before stating, “Arms above your head,” as he pulled rope from the bag.
