Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Perry
I woke up warm.
Not just warm—wrapped up. Safe and protected in the best way.
For a second, I didn’t open my eyes. I just burrowed closer into whatever I was holding, breathing in something soft and faintly sweet.
Then my brain caught up.
Oh. Oh.
Hope.
I went completely still, and if I was being honest, it felt like even my heart stopped at the reminder of where I was.
Her body was pressed all along mine, curved perfectly against me as if she was made to fit there. My arm was resting on her waist, and my leg was tangled with hers. She was warm through the blanket, solid and soft and very, very real.
And I—
Right. Of course.
Because apparently my body liked to wake up before my brain did.
Heat rushed up my neck as awareness settled low in my stomach.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, willing myself to calm down.
I was self-aware enough to recognize when I was firmly in my Little headspace.
Feeling all soft, sleepy, needy, and clingy in that cuddly way that made me want to hide my face in someone’s chest and never move.
Which, admittedly, was already quite often, because Daddy let me indulge in hiding behind him whenever I felt the need.
Adding that to the fact that I was pressed against Hope’s ridiculously lush body?
That certainly wasn’t helping.
She shifted slightly, and the movement dragged against me in a way that made my breath catch before I could stop it.
Okay. Okay, Perry. Be cool.
I opened my eyes carefully.
And that’s when I saw it.
The beautiful pink bow.
My brain stalled for half a second before it registered properly.
There was a pacifier in her mouth.
There was a pacifier in her mouth!
A pink one. With a tiny little bow on it.
My chest went warm in a completely different way.
She was awake. Not fully—her lashes were low, and her expression soft and unfocused—but she was sucking on it slowly. That’s when I realized why it looked like she wasn’t quite awake... this must be what I looked like when I let Daddy just take over and gave in to my Little side completely.
She looked… small.
Oh my goodness! I so totally got why Daddy loved looking after me so much now. Seeing Hope so... so... vulnerable was a heady experience and I almost felt like I could be responsible without it sucking big ass monkey balls.
I wanted to look after her.
And that hit me harder than anything else.
We’d found her wrecked. With red eyes and shaky hands. She’d been clutching at Master Lee like she might fall apart and blow away in the slightest breeze.
Something had really gotten to her.
I didn’t know what exactly. I just knew it scared me.
And now she was here. Tucked up between Da—Master Lee and me. Letting herself have this wonderful moment.
My arm tightened around her waist before I could stop myself.
She made a tiny sound around the pacifier, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she pressed back a little. Her hand drifted over mine, where it rested on her waist.
That almost undid me.
Because, yeah, I was aware of everything. The warmth. The softness. The way she fit. But more importantly the fact that my body was very much awake, now.
But underneath that was something steadier.
I wanted her safe and protected.
I want her to choose this instead of whatever spiral dragged her to it, so she was forced to give in to it rather than accepting it.
And I wanted—selfishly—to be part of the reason she felt safe enough to try.
She shifted again, thigh brushing mine, and I had to swallow hard.
Focus, Perry.
This wasn’t about me for once.
I dipped my head slightly, brushing my nose against her shoulder.
“Hi, pretty girl,” I murmured, voice rough with sleep and need.
Her lashes fluttered. The pacifier bobbed gently between her lips.
I grinned at her before I could stop myself.
“What a pretty binky you have,” I whispered, as if we were sharing the best secret in the world.
Excitement bubbled in my chest at the tentative smile she sent my way from behind the pacifier.
She looked shy about it.
Like she expected me to laugh.
Instead, something protective and soft swelled inside me so fast it almost knocked the breath from my lungs.
But just as quickly, worry flickered back in.
Because this softness hadn’t come out of nowhere.
I hadn’t been here when it happened, but I’d seen enough of the aftermath. I hated that I didn’t know what had caused it. Hated that she’d felt cornered enough to crumble.
My gaze traced her profile. The pacifier moving slowly between her lips. The way her shoulders were relaxed now instead of drawn tight like when Daddy and I first showed up, even in sleep.
This time when she shifted, she brushed against me, bringing all my focus back to the ache between my legs. The low throbbing of an unmistakable erection begging for attention.
To be fair to myself, it was one of my favorite things in the whole wide world... waking up from a nap and then conning Daddy into giving me special Big time and letting me erupt all over his hand, or when I was really lucky, down his throat.
My gaze zeroed in on her face, and I was awestruck at the expression I found there.
She looked just as hungry as I felt.
Slowly, deliberately, I moved closer. It wasn’t enough to startle her. Just enough that there was no mistaking it. My hips aligned more firmly with hers beneath the blanket and my hand tightened slightly at her waist to keep her there.
Her breath caught and the pacifier stilled for half a second.
Heat flared up my neck. There was no taking it back now. I dipped my head again, brushing my nose along her shoulder, letting my mouth hover near her skin.
“How you doing, pretty girl?” I murmured.
Her eyes met mine properly... and then she pressed back. The movement was small, but it sent a jolt straight through me. The pacifier shifted as her lips curved around it, that tiny bow tilting with the motion.
Heat pooled in my belly at the hunger I saw mirrored in her eyes.
Was it really possible that she wanted me—wanted us—as much as we did her?
Either way, right that moment, at least she did.
And all I needed to take the next step was Daddy’s permission.
My attention moved to him, and he smiled encouragingly at me before leaning a hip on the too-small bed so he was sitting behind Master Lee. My breath left me in a slow exhale before I brought my focus back to the pretty girl in the bed in front of me.
“You sure, pretty girl?” I asked, my voice tentative. “I don’t want to push when you’re not quite ready yet.”
She gave the smallest nod, and then—almost shyly—rocked back into me again.
That was it. That was absolutely it for me. Desire ran through me, but it wasn’t frantic. With Hope slowly sucking on her binky and her fingers laced with mine, the two of us rocked against each other, pleasure building one slow torturous inch at a time.
Master Lee reached across and cupped one of Hope’s beautiful breasts as Daddy leaned in and nipped at Master Lee’s neck. The two of them, so strong and Dominant, looked like delicious temptation together, but at the moment, I had something even more decadent to focus on.
And focus on her I did.
Hope’s eyes fell shut as she rested her head against Master Lee’s big, strong chest, and her breath came in short, harsh pants past the silicone teat between her lips.
This time her face was flushed with something other than embarrassment, and I felt an immense amount of pride that I was the one bringing that out in her.
With nothing other than dry humping our special girl, I was dangerously close to coming in my pants, and I couldn’t find it within myself to feel ashamed about it. She was doing that to me. She was undoing me.
And I was so there for it.
“Are you going to come for us, button?” Daddy asked, his voice low and husky in that way that always made my mouth water. “Are you going to rub yourself all over our naughty boy and make yourself feel good?”
I loved it when he pulled out the dirty talk, and, from the way Hope’s breath hitched and her hips stuttered, she liked it too. She liked it so much her hand clutched mine so hard it hurt before she let out a low moan.
Her body shuddered as she exhaled and I knew she’d given in to the pleasure, and before I could feel jealous about it, Master Lee leaned over our girl, and finally claimed my lips in a kiss before ordering, “Come for me, naughty boy. Come for your Daddies.”
And holy cow... did I come for them.