Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Sydney
Sydney felt full in more ways than one. The pasta had been perfect—creamy and rich with garlic, the kind of comfort food she hadn’t realized she’d missed.
The biscuits had been flaky and warm, and Roland’s nervous apologies about them had only made her like him more.
But it wasn’t just the food. It was the laughter.
The soft candlelight. The way Levi’s deep voice could calm her pulse with a single word, and how Roland’s smile felt like a sunrise just for her.
She sat curled up on their couch now, a mug of tea warming her hands, and tried not to think too hard about how this was the safest she’d felt in a long time.
And how scared that made her.
Levi sat in a chair across from her, legs spread and relaxed, watching her with an unreadable expression.
Roland had disappeared into the kitchen to fetch something—some more biscuits, she hoped, though he’d been mysterious about it.
She wanted to relax fully, to let herself enjoy this moment.
But her thoughts kept racing ahead, to after.
When she’d have to go back to her room. When the night would end.
What happens now? What if they don’t want me? What if this is just a nice evening and nothing more?
She must have gone quiet for too long, because Levi’s voice cut through her spiraling.
“Sydney, little miss, look at me,” he ordered.
She blinked and met his gaze, startled by the firmness in his tone.
Levi’s expression softened. He held out a hand. “Take a deep breath, and come over here.”
Her heart leapt. She didn’t even think, just moved. She set down the mug and walked toward him, slipping her hand into his. His grip was firm, sure, and when he tugged her forward, she found herself settling into his lap like she belonged there.
And somehow… she did.
He wrapped one strong arm around her waist, the other stroking slowly down her spine. “I can see the wheels turning in your head,” he said quietly. “And I need you to calm down. Let both Roland and I worry about what happens next.”
That nearly undid her. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she nodded.
“Can we talk about limits?” Roland asked, reappearing with a bowl of ice cream and three spoons.
Well, that was even better than more biscuits.
He set it down, but didn’t return to his seat yet. “What you want. What you don’t. No pressure, but we’d like to know, because it’s probably the best way to know if we’re truly compatible.”
Sydney swallowed, nodded again, and took a shaky breath. “I… I want to be honest with you both. You both already know I’m a Little. That’s a big part of me. But I’m also submissive. In the bedroom, I mean. I need someone to take control. Not just playtime. Real control. Real… dominance.”
Levi didn’t move, but she could feel how alert he became beneath her. Roland came to sit on the couch beside them, his expression gentle and open.
“I don’t expect anyone to fix me,” she added quickly. “But it helps me feel safe when I can hand things over. When someone else is… leading. Especially when things get”—she hesitated—“when things get messy in my head.”
Neither man said anything for a moment. But they didn’t look shocked. Or uncomfortable.
And, thank goodness, they didn’t ask for more.
Levi’s hand smoothed up her back again, and she melted under the contact.
“You don’t need to explain anything you’re not ready to,” he said simply. “We hear you. And we’re honored you trust us enough to share what you already have.”
Roland leaned in and brushed a knuckle along her cheek. “We also don’t think any less of you, because of what you need. In fact… we might be thinking a whole lot more.”
That earned a startled laugh from her. Her shoulders relaxed another inch.
Levi shifted slightly beneath her, and when she looked up at him, his eyes were darker. Focused. Hungry.
“Alright,” he murmured. “Now that’s settled, little miss… I’m going to kiss you. You can tell me no.”
Time stopped.
Sydney stared at him, blinking once. Twice. Then—
“Oh. Wait—you’re waiting for me to say something? I’m definitely not saying ‘no,’ Sir.”
Levi’s eyes flared. A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“That’s Daddy to you, little brat.”
And then he claimed her mouth.
The kiss was nothing like she expected. His lips were firm and demanding, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it. One hand cupped the back of her head, angling her just right, while the other pulled her tighter against him.
She whimpered against his mouth, and that only made him deepen the kiss.
Roland’s hand slipped onto her knee, warm and grounding, and she felt herself tilting, surrendering. Not just to the kiss, but to the moment, the attention, the dizzying sense of belonging.
When Levi finally pulled back, she was breathless and dazed.
“Still not saying no,” she whispered, her voice trembling with something that felt dangerously close to joy.
Roland chuckled, leaned in, and brushed a kiss to her temple. “Does that mean it’s my turn?”
Sydney turned her head toward him, heart thudding, still nestled securely in Levi’s lap. She didn’t answer with words, just gave a breathless little nod, her cheeks flushed and lips still tingling.
“Come here then, sweetheart,” Roland murmured, sliding closer.
Levi didn’t stop her when she shifted slightly, allowing Roland to tilt her face toward him.
His kiss was different, softer, coaxing, almost reverent.
Where Levi had taken, Roland invited. His lips moved over hers like he was savoring every second, as if she was something delicate he intended to worship.
His hand cradled her jaw, his thumb brushing along her cheek as his tongue teased gently at the seam of her lips.
Sydney opened for him with a soft gasp and Roland took his time, exploring her mouth with slow, tender strokes that made her knees weak, even seated.
A small, involuntary moan slipped from her throat. With a few kisses these men were setting her on fire.
Levi growled low behind her, and her entire body shivered in response.
When Roland finally pulled back, his pupils were blown wide, his breath as unsteady as hers. “You taste like trouble,” he murmured against her lips.
“I think I like you both a little too much,” Sydney whispered, her voice a bit hoarse, a bit breathy. Her heart was beating so loudly, she could just about hear it, and she was positively aching. Sydney knew, without a doubt if one of them were to check now, she’d be so wet. For both of them.
Levi’s arms tightened around her. “Good. Because we’re only getting started, little miss.”
She turned her head to look at him—and froze. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable. His gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, as though he were deciding which piece of her he wanted to devour first.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “You can say no. You can stop this any time.”
“I know,” she whispered, breath catching.
“Are you stopping us?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
That earned her another approving growl. “Good girl.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, but rougher this time—darker. His kiss took her apart, tilting her backward just enough to make her cling to his shirt, holding on while his tongue swept deep and possessive. She whimpered into the kiss, and Levi swallowed it greedily.
Roland’s hands moved too, stroking down her thighs, squeezing gently—teasing. His lips found her neck, pressing soft, warm kisses just below her ear, making her melt into the two of them completely. She was surrounded, claimed in a way she’d never felt before.
“I think she likes being kissed by both of us,” Roland murmured against her skin.
“She’s going to like a lot more than that,” Levi replied, his voice like velvet over steel. “But not tonight.”
Sydney whimpered in protest, and Levi chuckled, pulling back to meet her eyes again. “You’re not a one-night thing, baby. You’re something important. A relationship we’d like to build. And that means giving it and you the time you deserve.”
She nodded slowly, still breathless, still trembling.
“But that doesn’t mean we’re done kissing you.”
Roland grinned and reached for the ice cream bowl again. “We’ll keep her here a little longer. Wear out that pretty mouth before she has to use it for something responsible again.”
Sydney giggled, flushed and lightheaded. “You two are dangerous.”
Levi smirked. “Only if you’re lucky.”
She nestled against him, heart thudding, as Roland offered her the first spoonful of ice cream.
And as laughter and kisses carried them into the night, Sydney realized she wasn’t scared anymore.
Now she was nothing but excited, hopeful, and hungry.
Hungry for more of her Daddies.