Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Cami
Day Two: Edges and Anticipation
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Majesty’s hands on my skin, heard his voice promising things that made my thighs clench. By the time the sun rose, I’d given up entirely and just lay there aching, my body wound tight with unfulfilled need.
The shower did nothing to help. If anything, the hot water made it worse, sensitizing my already oversensitive skin.
I dressed in the required leggings and tank top for today’s workshop, but even the soft fabric felt like too much stimulation.
I needed coffee and food. Possibly several cold showers.
When I finally made my way downstairs, the smell of coffee drew me to the kitchen like a lifeline. Lex was there, already dressed for the day, leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand. He looked up when I entered, and something flickered in his dark eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or hunger.
“Morning,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.
“Morning.” I moved toward the coffee maker, desperate for caffeine.
“Sleep well?” There was something knowing in his tone that made my cheeks heat.
“Not particularly.” I poured coffee, added cream and sugar, and took a grateful sip.
“Majesty mentioned you were really tired last night when he helped you to your room.”
The casual way he said it, like he didn’t know exactly what had happened. Like Majesty hadn’t told him everything.
“He gave me a massage,” I said, keeping my eyes on my coffee. “Helped me relax.”
“Did it work?”
I finally looked at him, and the intensity in his gaze stole my breath. He knew. Of course he knew.
“Not exactly,” I admitted.
“No?” He set down his mug and moved closer, and I felt my pulse kick up. “Why not?”
“Because he left me wanting more.”
“Good.” He was close enough now that I could feel the heat of him. “That was the point.”
My hands tightened on my mug. “So both of you are cruel.”
“That’s control.” He reached out and gently caressed the side of my face. “We’re going to walk over to the classroom together. Just you and me. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.” I watched his pupils dilate.
“Good girl. But first, have some breakfast. You’ll need your energy today.”
I turned toward the counter where fruit and yogurt were laid out, but I’d barely taken a step when his hand caught my wrist.
“Cami.” Just my name, but the way he said it made me stop.
I looked back at him. “Yes, Sir?”
“Come here.”
It wasn’t a request. I set down my coffee and moved back to him, my heart pounding.
“Closer.”
I stepped into his space, and suddenly his hands were on my waist, and he was lifting me onto the kitchen island. I gasped at the sudden movement, my legs parting automatically to make room for him to step between them.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he said, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Knowing Majesty had his hands all over you. Knowing he left you aching.”
“Lex.” His name came out breathless.
“Are you still aching, Cami?” His hands moved higher, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner part of my thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I’m going to make it worse.”
Then he kissed me. It was nothing like the teasing, building kisses from Majesty last night. This was claiming. Demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I opened for him with a moan, my hands fisting in his shirt.
His hands slid up to grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the island, pressing me against the hard length of him. I could feel how much he wanted me, and it made everything ache unbearably.
“Touch me,” I gasped against his mouth.
“I am touching you.” His hands moved up my sides, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes intense. “But you don’t get that. Not yet.”
“Please.”
“Begging already?” He kissed down my jaw to my neck. “We haven’t even started the day.”
I felt his hands move to my wrists, and suddenly he was pulling them behind my back, holding them there with one hand. The position arched my chest forward, made me completely vulnerable to him.
“Lex.” There was panic in my voice, but also arousal.
“Color?” he asked immediately.
“Green. So green.”
“Then trust me.” He used his free hand to cup my face, forcing me to look at him.
“I’m going to kiss you until you can’t think straight.
Until all you can feel is how much you want us.
And then I’m going to stop. And you’re going to go to class like that.
Aching and needy and desperate. Understood? ”
“That’s torture.”
“That’s training.” He kissed me again, harder this time, his hand still holding my wrists captive.
I heard footsteps in the hallway, but Lex didn’t let me break the kiss. If anything, he deepened it, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while his hand tightened on my wrists.
I knew it was Majesty. Could sense his presence even with my eyes closed. But Lex kept kissing me, kept me captive, and I submitted to it. Let myself be taken. Let myself drown in the sensation.
When Lex finally pulled back, I was panting. Majesty was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching us with knowing eyes.
“Good morning,” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just watched Lex devour me.
“Morning,” I managed.
Majesty pushed off the doorframe and moved toward us. Lex still stood between my legs, still held my wrists, but he shifted slightly to make room.
“She looks desperate,” Majesty observed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
“She is,” Lex confirmed. “Aren’t you, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Majesty moved closer, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, turning my face toward him. “Did you dream about us last night?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What did you dream?” He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine.
“About you both. About your hands on me. About what it would feel like when you finally give me what I need.”
“And what do you need?” His mouth was so close, but he didn’t close the distance.
“You. Both of you filling me. Please.”
“Soon.” Then he kissed me, and it was different from Lex’s claiming. This was worship. Slow and deep and thorough. His tongue explored my mouth like he had all the time in the world.
While Majesty kissed me, I felt Lex’s free hand slide up my stomach, just below my breasts. Not touching them, but close enough that every graze made my body beg for more.
“You’re so responsive,” Lex murmured against my neck, his lips finding my pulse point. “I can feel you trembling.”
I was. My whole body was shaking with need. Majesty’s mouth on mine, Lex’s hand on my stomach, his mouth on my neck. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Lex’s hand moved lower, sliding over my hip, my thigh, and I whimpered into Majesty’s mouth. So close. He was so close to where I needed him.
“Please,” I gasped when Majesty finally broke the kiss.
“Not yet.” Lex’s hand moved to the inside of my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns that made me writhe. “But soon. Very soon, we’re going to take you apart. Going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. But not today.”
“Why?” It came out almost like a sob.
“Because,” Majesty said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip, “anticipation makes everything better. And we want you so desperate for us that when we finally give you a release, it’ll be explosive.”
Lex’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the seam of my leggings right over where I was soaking wet. I jerked at the contact, pleasure shooting through me.
“So sensitive,” he observed. “I bet I could make you come just like this. Just from touching you through your clothes.”
“Please.”
“No.” He pulled his hand away entirely, and I actually whimpered at the loss. “You don’t come until we say you can. Understood?”
“None of this is fair,” I pleaded to them. I was so aroused it hurt, needing them to fill me.
“I’m aware.” He released my wrists and stepped back, and I nearly fell forward without his support. Majesty steadied me, his hands gentle on my shoulders.
“Deep breaths,” Majesty instructed. “Come back to us.”
I tried, but my body was on fire. Every nerve ending was screaming for relief. I could feel how wet I was, how swollen. One touch. That’s all it would take.
“Don’t even think about it,” Lex said, reading my thoughts. “You don’t touch yourself either. Not until we say.”
“How am I supposed to function like this?” I whined, while grinding my hips against the counter.
“Very carefully.” Majesty moved to the counter and started assembling a breakfast parfait. Layers of yogurt, granola, and fruit went into a to-go container with practiced efficiency. “Eat this on the way to class. You’ll need your energy.”
“For what?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.
“For suffering beautifully all day for us,” Lex said, his voice dark with promise. “We’re going to keep you right on this edge. Going to make you ache. And you’re going to take it because you’re our good girl. Aren’t you, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then let’s go to class.” He offered me his hand to help me down from the island, and my legs were so shaky I nearly stumbled.
Both men steadied me, their hands firm and sure, and I wanted to hate them for doing this to me. But I didn’t. I wanted more.
The walk to the classroom was torture. Every step made me more aware of how sensitive I was, how much I needed relief. Lex walked beside me, his hand occasionally brushing against the small of my back, and each casual touch made me want to scream.
By the time we arrived, students were already filtering in. I took my position to the side, trying to compose myself, but I could feel both men’s eyes on me.