But it was just a dream, what was the harm in sharing?
“It was Jonathan. He looked exactly how I left him. Except he was in my house.”
What a weird thing for her to dream. She had been young, maybe four, and why would she dream about Jonathan being tortured in her home?
“Was he dead?” Seth asked.
“No,” she said.
Help me.
That is what Jonathan had said. Except Jonathan had never said that. And the voice in her dream—it wasn’t Jonathan’s. Something tickled at the back of her mind, but Adria couldn’t place it.
“I don’t know. There was something familiar about it,” she said.
Kaydon nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and said, “He’s dead, Adria. He can’t hurt you.”
“Memories do hurt people sometimes, Kay,” Seth said.
“You guys, I’m fine,” Adria said.
“You’re shaking,” Bryson said, arms wrapping around her.
Adria felt her body trembling. She didn’t understand why she was acting this way.
“I have nightmares sometimes,” she said, acutely aware that Eric was usually there to calm her.
“We will just have to find some way to distract you,” Kaydon said, pressing his erection into her.
“I don’t think we have enough room for that,” Adria said.
“Like hell we don’t,” Seth said, his hand trailing down her middle.
Adria’s body felt tired. Her mind was still foggy from the dream.
“I don’t think I have the energy to play tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Dri, it doesn’t make you any less of a Domme if you let us take care of you,” Bryson said, lips brushing against hers.
“Let us worship you,” Kaydon said.
“Make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name, let alone that dream,” Seth said, his fingers getting devilishly close to her core.
Adria’s insides liked the sound of that. The tingles of the nightmare melting away with each of their caresses.
“Give us the word, gorgeous,” Kaydon said. “We got you.”
Adria couldn’t remember the last time she had vanilla sex. Would it really be vanilla with all three of them?
She doubted it.
After their truth-or-share game, none of them had pushed. They seemed to be waiting for her to tell them when she was ready. Adria wasn’t scared to be with all three of them, but it never seemed like the right time.
Now, here in the dark, with their warmness pressing in around her.
It felt right.
Stupidly, she nodded, but in the pitch black, she realized none of them could see her.
