Epilogue
Corvus
I fingered the collar around my neck, smiling a little.
Even after months of wearing it, I still couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the way it looked around my throat.
Made of black titanium steel, it had a little tag hanging down with Kip and Michelle’s initials on it, officially naming me as their boy.
And it could only be unlocked and removed with a key they held.
Fuck, being theirs was everything I’d pictured it would be and more. So much more.
They’d done so much to help me over the past year since my parents had been arrested.
The night they came to get me from Kreed and Hudson’s after Hudson called them, I’d never really gone back to Kreed’s place.
Sure, Kreed kept a room for me in case I ever needed it, just so I knew I had options, but I didn’t think I’d ever need that option again.
Kip and Michelle had given me stability, security, and the peace I’d been craving my entire life.
Punishments were a nightly thing, and if I was particularly bratty or broke one of their rules, I got punishments then, too.
And if I told them I needed one, they stopped whatever they were doing to tend to me so my brain could reset.
They also found me a different therapist who specialized in trauma, which helped immensely.
We still sometimes uncovered trauma my mind had buried in an attempt to preserve my sanity and protect me, but we worked through those, too.
I was healing in a way I never thought was possible after everything I’d been put through.
And my parents? Both serving lengthy sentences.
I’d testified against them, which helped bury them further.
Because when those tapes came out, there was nothing they or their state-appointed attorneys could do to help them.
Sure, I’d puked when the videos had been shown.
And yeah, I’d lashed out at Kip and Michelle, along with Hudson and Kreed that day.
But Michelle had been prepared, and she’d pulled my notebook and pen from her bag and forced me to write lines until it was time to get back in the stand.
“What are you doing, bub?” Michelle asked.
I turned my head to look at her, my fingers still toying with the tag on my collar. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a crop top, her hair tossed up into a messy bun on the top of her head that somehow seemed styled perfectly.
“Admiring my collar, Mommy.” I didn’t lie to them, and they knew how obsessed I was with the collar around my neck, so there was no point in lying anyway.
She hummed and reached up, tracing her finger over the steel, a small smile playing on her lips. “You about done in here? Daddy is waiting for you in bed, and he’s growing impatient.”
Oh, yeah. I was supposed to be preparing for a nap, something that had become a requirement on the weekends since I’d started working.
I loved my new job working in the marketing department of Kreed’s company, but sometimes, it could be overwhelming, so they wanted to make sure I got enough rest on the weekends to make up for what I lost during the week.
Turned out, I was a real irritable dick when I was too tired.
“Sorry, Mommy,” I whispered then hurried past her to the bed. Kip was already lying on his side, naked as the day he was born since that was how I preferred to sleep now. I couldn’t get enough of the skin-to-skin contact with them, and Michelle and Kip were all too happy to oblige me.
“Taking your time, I see,” Kip mused, arching a brow at me.
“He was admiring his collar. You know how he likes to do that,” Michelle said. She patted my ass. “Undress, bub, and get in bed.”
I hurriedly stripped out of my basketball shorts and T-shirt then crawled to the middle of the bed.
Kip immediately pulled the blanket over me then wrapped his arm over my waist, his palm splaying over my back to pull my front against his.
I shivered when our cocks rubbed together, mine immediately lengthening.
I’d been too tired for sex the night before, especially after my punishment of writing lines.
I’d actually passed out on the couch watching a movie.
And when I woke, we had to go run errands—grocery shopping and all that shit I hated—so sex didn’t happen then either.
And I was a needy man in his early twenties. I was always ready to fuck.
But I didn’t say anything. It was nap time, and honestly, I was tired and wanted a couple hours of sleep. So, I closed my eyes like a good boy and snuggled closer to my Daddy, inhaling deeply, so the scent of his cologne filled my lungs.
“Not yet, chibi,” Kip murmured, stroking his thumb over my back.
Then, I felt Michelle sliding two wet fingers between my cheeks.
I sucked in a sharp breath when she circled my rim then moaned when she eased them inside.
One of two things was happening—either she was prepping me for Kip, which she loved to do, or she was prepping to peg me herself, which I was a fucking slut for. I loved having Mommy top me like that.
“Ughn,” I moaned when she stroked her fingers over that sensitive spot inside of me.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she did it again, my cock leaking precum against Kip’s.
He didn’t move though, just stared at me, watching as I fell apart on his wife’s fingers.
She was so damn good at wrecking me and taking me apart. Both of them were, honestly.
Sex had never been this mind-blowing before them.
“You’re always so fucking pretty when Mommy is splitting you open on her fingers, chibi,” Kip murmured.
His hand slid up my back until he was cradling the back of my head, and he pulled my head forward so our lips met in a soft, slow kiss.
I choked on a sob, barely resisting thrusting against his cock.
I was already trembling, but I knew if I did anything without an explicit order, I’d be punished.
And while I loved punishments, I wasn’t particularly a fan of orgasm withdrawal, which I knew would happen if I tried getting off without them telling me to do so.
I was barely aware of Michelle sliding a third finger inside of me. All I knew was I already felt so full and ready and I needed her to fuck me. But Kip kept my mouth occupied, so I couldn’t voice any of that, and his hand was latched on my hip now, too, so even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.
I gasped into Kip’s kiss when I heard the familiar buzzing of the vibrator inside her strap-on, and then, she was pressing the curved, thick, veiny, vibrating dildo against my hole.
I whined, my lips going slack as she filled me inch by torturous inch.
Words escaped me. I could only manage pathetic little noises as she eased out and fucked into me again.
“Fuck, he’s already so wrecked,” Kip growled before wrapping his fist around both of our cocks. And then, he was fucking against me, the two of them working me from both ends until tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed with the need to come.
“C-can I?” I cried. “Please. P-please, Mommy. Daddy. Please.”
“You beg so prettily, bub,” Michelle crooned, her lips running over my back as she kept fucking me, moaning too. “Just a little longer so Daddy can come, too.”
I sobbed pathetically but nodded. Opening my eyes, I looked up, locking eyes with Kip, who hadn’t looked away from me. And seemingly, that was all it took. He growled and leaned in, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood as he spilled between us.
“Now, bub,” Michelle ordered, and I cried out, detonating upon her command. My vision whited out, my ears ringing. The bed shifted, and Kip’s warmth left me, then Michelle’s. I blinked, feeling worn out and sleepy. So fucking sleepy. My eyelids drooped.
“Just need to clean you up, chibi,” Kip murmured before a warm, damp cloth was wrapped around my cock then swiped over my belly to clean up our cum.
It left my skin, then Michelle was cleaning between my asscheeks as Kip laid back down in front of me.
He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I love you, chibi.”
I smiled dopily, snuggling into him. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
“What about me?” Michelle teased as she slid behind me, her arms wrapping around me as she pressed the front of her body to my back.
I nodded. “I love you a lot, Mommy.”
She kissed my shoulder. “I know you do, and I love you, too, bub. I love you both.”
Kip replied to her, but I was already fading, his words not registering in my head as I passed out, sated and warm. Safe. At peace.
The End