Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Freedom Mansion
Robyn
I moan, still asleep but relaxed and trusting. Someone touches my leg and then kisses my inner thighs.
This is a delicious dream.
I smile, squirming in a hazy, sensual trance.
My legs are slid open.
I sigh happily, clutching at the blankets.
I drift in the sensations.
I am safe.
Fucking liberated.
My mind is rising up through a fog of lazy caresses and licks, but I don’t need to do anything.
There are no responsibilities or pressures.
I can just…feel.
I moan again.
My legs are being lifted now and balanced on someone’s shoulders. Then a wet lick up my core, which makes me arch.
More, more, more.
I love this dream.
I don’t want it to stop.
The mouth moves to my clit, sucking.
Suddenly, something breaks through my dreamlike haze.
I recognize the pattern of the swirl of the tongue against my clit.
Is that Shay…?
As my eyes snap open from sleep, pleasure crests through me.
My drowsy gaze meets Shay’s.
He is naked, dressed in nothing but a roleplay butler’s collar, cuffs, and bow tie. He is lying on his stomach with my legs hiked onto his shoulders to give him better access to my pussy.
Am I also naked?
Shay must have stripped me out of the t-shirt, while I was sleeping.
The thought makes me shiver and become wetter.
Shay’s eyes are glassy. He is hungrily sucking on my clit.
Being woken up like this — Shay wanting me with this level of need and knowing how much I would love this experience because we discussed and negotiated it the night before as my fantasy reward, with me enthusiastically giving my consent — makes me feel desired on an entirely new level.
Excitement rushes through me.
My hands claw at the silver sheets.
Pale morning light streams over the four-poster bed from the skylight.
Unexpectedly, I scream, as a sudden orgasm rushes through me, which had been relaxing while I was asleep but is intense now that I am awake.
I shudder, as Shay works me through it.
Then he kisses my thighs and gazes up at me like I am his sun. “Morning, love. You look bloody beautiful moaning and flushed in your sleep like that. You enjoyed it, yeah?”
When he licks the glistening wet off his lips like he truly does love the taste, I shiver.
I pant, pushing the hair out of my face. “Couldn’t you tell? Is a sleepasm a thing? It was more than feeling good. It was intimate in a way that I didn’t expect. Awake or asleep, I always feel safe with you, Shay.”
Shay’s expression becomes open and vulnerable. “I’m glad, love.”
He slowly lowers my legs back onto the bedding, before resting his head on the comfy cushion of my lower belly just above my pussy, digging his fingers into my hips like he never wants to leave the bed between my thighs.
I’m okay with that.
When D’Angelo clears his throat, I finally realize that he, along with Eden, are also sprawled on the other side of the bed.
I turn my head to study them.
Shay did a good job of keeping my focus on him, especially since both the doms are also dressed in only the naked butler outfits.
Damn, they truly are going all out to fulfill my fantasies this morning.
I’m not complaining.
When I laugh, D’Angelo arches his brow. “As much as we are playing butlers to you, I can also role play the servant who spanks his bratty princess.”
I snap shut my mouth.
“Your bow tie looks charming.” I flutter my eyelashes.
I hope that I’m pulling off the flattery.
D’Angelo sprawls out further, fiddling with his bow tie. “Of course it does. Now, was being ravished in your sleep everything you hoped that it would be, Sleeping Beauty? Waking up to Shay serving you like the collared servant to his Queen?”
My breath catches. I much prefer the second fantasy to the first.
My pupils dilate.
I reach down to card my fingers through Shay’s soft hair. “It was better. Last night, when we talked about trying out this hidden desire of mine, I didn’t know that it would make me feel closer to Shay. I didn’t know that it was possible.”
In fact, it makes me wish that I could put a collar around Shay’s neck.
Does he want that? Is it his secret desire?
Eden is sitting against the headboard. Dressed the same as the other men, he is watching me with guarded eyes.
Was this kink too much for him?
I reach out my hand to him, and instantly, he takes it.
“Okay?” I ask, quickly.
Of course, the two doms were watching over my fantasy. Their care and concern for Shay and me is shown in their every action.
It took me awhile to fully see how much they not only love and respect me, but also, how much they are there for me in every way.
Their commitment is real.
I need to find a way to show Shay that as well.
Eden scoots closer to me, pulling my hand onto his lap.
He thinks for a moment, before he nods.
My chest is tight.
Can he still not talk?
What if Eden has permanently lost his voice because of this article from his parents? What if they’ve stolen it from him?
Anxiety spikes through me, and I fight to not show it on my face.
“Are you comfortable talking again?” I encourage.
He shakes his head and then nods.
He blushes.
It must still be hard for Eden to sort out the words in his head.
“It’s okay, bro,” Shay says, softly. “No one here expects you to use words. The way you are with D’Angelo is like he’s your honorary brother anyway. You have the same telepathy together as we do. It’s scary when you’re in dom mode. It should be outlawed.”
Now, D’Angelo blushes too, but I know him.
He’s pleased.
Eden wets his lips, before saying like each word is a shard of glass slicing his throat, “It’s hard.”
Relief on hearing his voice washes through me.
“You don’t need to force it,” I say.
“The playroom…the win on the ice…” He breaks off.
“Take your time.”
Eden glances down at the robin tattoo on his arm, tracing over it.
“I am in control. No one…” When Eden’s gaze slides to his brother, I know that he is thinking about their parents. Shay’s expression falls. “…can take that away from me.”
“Too right, Dee.” Shay nuzzles against my curves, kissing me as if to ground himself.
When I notice the furrow in Eden’s brow, which has been there more often over the last couple of weeks than I have been comfortable with, I frown.
It is the only tell that Eden is in more pain than he should be.
He is too good at hiding pain.
“Pain level?” I question.
“Two,” Eden replies.
Too fast. Too smooth.
D’Angelo meets my eye, and I know that he’s thinking the same as I am.
“Don’t you remember the many, many conversations that we have had about the importance of honesty?” D’Angelo pushes himself up onto his knees.
Except, there is nothing submissive in the gesture, despite the fact that he is dressed like he is meant to be serving me.
D’Angelo could never serve anyone.
I can’t help biting my lip, as I scan over his gorgeous, muscled chest and the flex of his strong thighs
D’Angelo’s eyes darken like he knows exactly where I am thinking of wrapping my lips, before my gaze drops to his crotch.
“My eyes are up here, principessa,” he says, sounding amused.
I smirk. “Are they? I couldn’t tell because I was so distracted by the sight of your perfect cock.”
Shay wriggles down, turning his head and attempting to smother his laughter against my pussy.
I yip, startling at the sensation of the vibrations on my oversensitive core.
“Perfect, huh?” D’Angelo drops his hand to his cock, stroking his hand up and down with a loose grip, languorously.
I struggle to stay still.
I am desperate to be the one touching him. By the spark in D’Angelo’s eyes, I can tell that he knows.
Beautiful jerk.
D’Angelo leans down and kisses me, taking me by surprise. He stops touching himself to cage me. When he deepens the kiss, I attempt to push up into it, but he keeps me in place.
I submit to D’Angelo, relaxing back into the soft bedding.
When he finally pulls back, he slowly lets go of my lower lip like it hurts him to stop kissing me. “You’re perfect, cara mia.”
I attempt to drop my gaze, but he doesn’t allow me to.
“You are,” he insists. “Perfect for us.”
He drops a final light kiss on my lips, before pulling back to face Eden with a surprising sternness.
“Robyn’s praise of my admittedly remarkable cock hasn’t made me forget that we were talking about honesty.
” D’Angelo’s expression becomes frosty. “I have trained you in this. Didn’t you read those books that I sent to you?
The long documents that I wrote? You signed them. Tell me, what was the number one rule?”
Eden drags his hand away from mine, crossing his arms.
Shay glances between them worriedly. “Hey, don’t argue. You sound like an old married couple.”
Eden snorts.
“You signed your agreement to our contract,” D’Angelo presses. “You can write the word if you want but you are going to tell me.”
Shay sits up sharply. “Stop it. You can order me around as much as you like but you don’t get to do that to my brother.”
“Honesty,” Eden answers like it hurts him.
D’Angelo’s expression gentles but only slightly.
I feel sick and unsure.
D’Angelo must truly be worried if he is pushing like this.
How worried should I be about Eden’s health? What has he been hiding from us? Is he not healing like he should be?
I struggle to sit up against the headboard, as Shay cuddles against my side like he needs as much touch as possible right now. He is often a snugglebug after a scene.
He is pale with his gaze fixed on his brother.
“Pain level?” D’Angelo repeats the question that I asked earlier.
This time, Eden only hesitates a moment before he admits, “Three, bordering on four.”
“Four?” Shay bursts out, waving his arms. “You idiot, Dee. You’re meant to immediately seek help if you reach that level. Why didn’t you tell us?”
I grab Shay’s arms, stilling him. “Ease off.”
Except, the pit in my stomach has just yawned open.
Eden shrugs. “I have.”
“Have what?” D’Angelo bites out.
“Sought help. I used that app. I scheduled an extra physio session this afternoon with Code.”