His lips are shiny and spit-slick, and the urge to shove him to his knees for me is strong, but I doubt he’d appreciate that.
“Bed. You need aftercare as much as the Little Monster does.” I remove my clothes, tossing my suit over the dresser at the other end of the room, aware of him watching my every move.
Settling back on the bed, I pull Emilio to me. He goes easily, draping himself over my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder how much he heard through his haze of pleasure, relief, and sleep. Hopefully, enough for him to realize how fucking much I love him.
Sandro lies next to us and I reach out and tug at him, urging him to move in closer and rest against my side, his head on my shoulder.
Sighing, I force myself to relax, silently vowing to protect them both as they rest and recover from such an emotionally wrought afternoon.
My eyes flutter open and twin sensations hit me at once. The heat in my ass, which, fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve had that. If I had been told I’d miss that way back in the beginning, I’d probably have questioned everyone’s sanity. But it’s the second feeling that’s the most overwhelming. Relief. Sweet relief…
The twisted, sticky, ugliness has been purged from me. My Master wielded his control, and let me empty myself of those feelings… Fuck, nothing is better than that. And damn, how lucky am I that my Owner understands that I need it? I didn’t think I’d have Master again, but now that I do, there’s no way I can let him go.
As much as I love all of the men in my life, Master calls to the very core of my being. The way our souls merge and dance together is nothing short of breathtaking. I wouldn’t give up anyof the men I love; they all own a different part of me. Yet, Master truly has mastered me, somehow knowing exactly what I need, even when I don’t.
I raise my head a bit, blinking at the sight of Master curled up next to Tennant. Both him and I are almost on top of Daddy. Daddy’s eyes are open, and he merely raises his eyebrow at me. I shrug sheepishly, but smile. It’s the first true smile I’ve felt in a long time. When Daddy’s eyes soften, I know he must see the difference too. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I could almost purr from the pleasure.
His lips twist in amusement as he stares at me. I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve him, to earn such a look of love, but I’m grateful for it. He shifts carefully to kiss the top of my head, before pressing me closer when I yawn.
“Sleep, Baby Boy. You don’t need to get up yet. Daddy is here.”
I nod against his warm skin, exhaling on a gentle sigh. The persistent headache I’ve been battling has disappeared, and as Daddy continues to rub my scalp, it lulls me deeper into dreamland. For once, I’m not afraid to sleep, not afraid of the demons that normally capture me. Not with Daddy watching over me. And not with Papa Bear here.
I barely manage to mumble a quick, “Love you, Daddy. Love you, Papa Bear,” before I’m sucked under completely. I’m not sure if they both heard me, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll make sure to tell them again and again. They deserve it. I’m one spoiled Boy for sure.
Lio’s barely left for his…fun, and I already miss him. It’s hard. So much harder than I thought it would be. I know he needs this, that my love is struggling, but…I am having a hard time with who he needs it from.
Doubt swirls in my mind. Why can’t Hollis and Tennant be enough? I know I’m not. I understand that I will never be enough for my friend, but…why can’t they be? What’s so fucking special about Allesandro that Lio is willing to forgive him anything? And if he can forgive that bastard for what he’s done to him, how come he can’t forgive himself?
My breathing speeds up and tears prick the back of my eyes—fuck, I’m so fucking tired of crying!—but before I can spiral into a full-on panic, warm hands cup my face and force me to look up.
Meeting Hollis’s eyes is hard, but he holds me through my panic, breathing slow and deep, encouraging me to do the same.Eventually, my heart rate settles once more, and I can take a full breath without feeling like I’m dying.
“How is he?” I ask.
“He's with his Daddy and Master now; he’ll be fine.”
I bite my lip to hold back my words.
“Speak, Giocattolo. Holding it in does no one any good, especially not Emilio.”
“Why can’t you give him what he needs?”
Hollis’s expression softens. He sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around me. “I could,” he says slowly. “What Lio and I share…it’s not like what Sandro will give him, but I could tap into it. I’m sure Jude would help if I or Tennant needed pointers, but…answer me this, Roman: What do you get from me, Tennant, and Jude? What do you get from Ignacio? From Lio?”
I let out a long breath. “You are my rock, the steadying hand I need, someone safe. Tennant, he is my first love. He's an asshole who will probably kill me one day, but I’ll gladly welcome it because I know it’ll be his last resort. As for Jude, he is…his intensity draws me in. He takes what he wants, and he finally believes he deserves what we give him. Ignacio…” I bite my lip, snuggling into Hollis’s embrace a little more. “I didn’t know I could like soft sex until him. Normally, you use it as a punishment, but…I like the way he treats me, the way he looks at me. It’s different. He’s different. Sweet and soft, and he believes in me. I’m not saying you, Ten, and Jude don’t, but… He makes me want to be better, be more, be worth his time.” Hollis squeezes me to him, before pressing a kiss to my head.
“And Emilio?”
I smile, even though he can’t see it. “Lio is my Anima Gemella. My light in the dark. He’s my best friend, my stabby soulmate, and someone I never have to question whether he loves me or not. He is…what first love is supposed to be like, Ithink. Soft and sweet, new and exciting. He makes my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. When he touches me? I turn to goo.”
Hollis huffs. “You’re such a sap, Amore; it’s adorable.” Pulling me back a little so he can see my face, he caresses my cheek softly. “It’s the same for Lio. He gets different things from us all. Tennant is his Daddy. His ‘feels whisperer’ as Lio says. He’s his soft place, his comfort, and when he needs it? He’ll be the stern Daddy who makes sure his Baby Boy knows he’s safe and loved. You’re his best friend, the one he can share his love of stabbing with, the one who gives him a first love experience he never had.
“I’m his Owner. I literally own him. Which means, I will give him whatever he needs in order to set him free. It’s a power I never expected, but one I will always cherish. He is my Puppy. Excitable and fun-loving. A pup with sharp teeth who willingly lets me lead him around, and will definitely end up on a leash at some point.”
I sigh. “And Allesandro—Sandro—is his Master. His first love, the one he’ll forgive anything for because Lio loves him like I love you. He trusts him, trusts he won’t hurt him again because of the…extenuating circumstances.”
Hollis nods. “Yes. For Lio, it’s quite simple. While I or Tennantcouldtake him to where he needs, it’s so much easier to get it from where he knows first. Lio trusts Sandro. Tennant and I are…working on forgiving him. It’s hard, but if we’re right, this will show us we can, and it’ll hopefully allow us all to move on.”
