Page 46 of Sanctuary After Dark

"Alright, baby boy. Cum for us."

Hearing that permission was all I needed as my balls drew up and my orgasm came crashing down on me like a wave, moving through my entire body. The intensity of it made my body shake as I cried out. My head fell back on Lucas's shoulder and I heard him grunt as he started cumming as well. Hot splashes of his cum hitting my lower back. Black spots dotted my vision as I unleashed rope after rope of cum over Lincoln's hand.

Slumping against Lucas, he wrapped his arms around me to keep me from falling over. My body twitched a bit from probably the biggest orgasm of my life. They both lowered me down onto the bed. Lincoln lying down and Lucas guiding me to lie on top of him.

My eyes were heavy as I lay there panting. Lincoln carded his hand through my hair and whispered praise into my ear, telling me how good I was and how proud they were of me. How beautiful I was. It wrapped around me and made a warm cocoon that kept me safe and smiling as I buried my face into his neck and just let the floaty feeling I had carry me away to that special place where nothing mattered. The space that was better than any drug.

I felt a warm washcloth on my back and moving along my crack, then to my front as Lincoln maneuvered me for Lucas. But then he was climbing into bed too, and Lincoln turned us to our sides.

I closed my eyes and sighed happily as I snuggled into both of them. I knew they would take care of me, so I just lay there and enjoyed the floaty feeling for a bit while my Daddies took care of me.

Chapter 15

The past couple of weeks had been a blur of settling into my new dynamic with Lincoln and Lucas. The day after my panic attack and their admission that they wanted more, we sat down in their office, cuddled up on the couch, and went over our lists of kinks, soft limits, and hard limits. We spent a while in there negotiating what our dynamic would look like and what we all wanted out of it.

Because it worked for us, we had laid out a contract with everything we had spoken about, and that we could revisit if we needed to. It helped a lot because I had it printed out and hanging on my wall in my room along with my list of rules they had laid out for me.

The day after our negotiation, we all sat down with Alec and had a group appointment to make him aware of what was going on, since he was my therapist. They wanted him to be kept in the loop because of my ongoing exposure therapy, and Alec agreed. We also set up group appointments once a week to check in and make sure everything was going how it was supposed to.

The thought and care that Lucas and Lincoln were taking with my mental health was baffling to me.

No one had done this before.

No one had cared enough to make sure that I was okay.

They made it abundantly clear that my mental health and well-being came first for them. That if they noticed our dynamic was hindering my healing, they would put a pause on it.

I hated the thought of that happening, but I also understood. They were doing what they were supposed to as my Daddies. Even if it was hard for all of us, they would do what was best for me.

I was falling in love with them more and more each day.

The thought of falling in love with them was terrifying to me. But it also excited me because of who I was falling in love with.

Lincoln and Lucas were amazing people.

Not just Daddies; people.

Being around them and really seeing who they were and how they treated everyone made my heart warm and my tummy flutter with butterflies.

They welcomed everyone into their lives and ensured everyone felt included. They went out of their way to be kind and do even small things to show people they cared. They were involved in charities and different political movements fighting for people's rights. Last weekend downtown, they took me to a protest with them, and they were both the loudest ones there, making sure that their voices were heard. Others from the club came with us and passed out water bottles and snacks, as well as pamphlets with information on resources if they needed them.

But it was the little things they did for me, too.

How Lucas would peel clementines for me without being asked.

Lincoln would cut up my food for me at meals.

Making sure I had my favorite snacks or a soft blanket.

Opening doors for me.

Holding my hand when we went out.

Reminding me to take my medication or drink water.

They could be in the middle of a conversation with someone at dinner, and one of them would just grab my plate and start cutting things into bite-size pieces while they continued to talk. As if it were something completely normal to them.

And it was normal to them.