Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sydney
The bedroom was quiet except for the soft creak of the bed as Levi lowered her onto the mattress. Roland followed, pulling the blankets down and adjusting pillows like it mattered. Both her Daddies needed the ritual of care to remind them that this was real. That she was safe. Here.
The room was warm, but she still felt cold in places.
Not from the air, but from the ghost of his touch.
She’d been so scared when Greg’s hand clamped on her arm, that she’d frozen, but then the sound of the car door opening had shocked her out of her fear.
She couldn’t be taken. She wouldn’t be taken.
She’d fought him off.
But it was this, her Daddies, their touch, their steady voices, their love, that had saved her.
Roland sat beside her, brushing her hair back. “You sure you want this now, little bird?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please. I want to feel whole.”
“Oh my little warrior princess, you are whole,” Levi said from the foot of the bed, his voice low, rough with emotion. “But if you need us to remind you…” He began to unbutton his shirt, eyes locked on hers. “We will.”
Sydney sat up, breath catching in her throat. She reached for the hem of Roland’s hoodie and paused.
“Wait,” she whispered. “Can I… undress for you?”
The look that passed between the men was more than heat. It was reverence.
“Yes, little one,” Roland said. “Show us everything that’s yours to give.”
Her hands didn’t shake. Not now. She peeled the shirt over her head slowly, letting it fall behind her, baring herself inch by inch. Her long-sleeved tee and pants soon followed, and she knelt at the centre of the bed without direction, spine straight, chest lifted, skin tingling under their gaze.
She wasn’t afraid.
She was offering them everything, and it made her feel powerful.
Levi came to her first, kneeling behind her, large hands running down her arms. “You’re perfect,” he said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Ours.”
Roland stepped close, cradling her face. “So fucking beautiful, little bird. So brave.”
“Tell us what you need,” Levi murmured in her ear.
“I need”—she swallowed—“I need you to take over. I need you to own me. Stop holding back and show me everything.”
A pause. Then Levi’s voice, low and commanding: “Then get on your hands and knees, babygirl.”
Heat pulsed through her belly. She obeyed instantly, sinking into the soft mattress, knees spread, arms straight, her face flushed but proud.
“That’s it,” Roland praised, running his hand down her spine. “Look at you. So ready. So trusting.”
Fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her gently to turn her head so she could see Levi’s eyes.
“No hesitation,” Levi said. “You’re giving us everything, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The groan that left him was rough and hungry. Roland exhaled sharply.
They undressed together, and Sydney stayed right where they’d placed her, proud in her submission. When Levi finally climbed onto the bed behind her, she gasped at the press of his palm against her lower back.
“You belong to us,” he whispered. “And we’re going to show you what that means.”
“Few ground rules,” Roland started. “Our girl doesn’t come unless we say she does. Your safe word is red, and we’re not anything but Daddy or Sir during a scene. Do you understand these rules, little bird?”
Sydney blinked at him, taking in his words before nodding her head. “No come time or fun time for Sydney, red for stop and Daddy or Sir, yes, Sir.”
Roland chuckled before gripping her hair and pulling her head back for a deep, punishing kiss. When he was done tasting her, he gently bit her bottom lip before staring straight into her eyes. “You’re going to be trouble once you settle in, aren’t you?”
Sydney shrugged in response but she couldn’t help the blush she felt heating her cheeks. She wouldn’t have ever said she had a brat inside her, but maybe for these two men she would feel more comfortable with letting her naughty Little out.
Sydney was already trembling as she waited for them to make their next move, and they hadn’t even touched her in any real sexual way yet.
The sheets beneath her palms were warm, the bed lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamps.
Being on her hands and knees, just as Levi had told her to be was a new experience.
New and exhilarating. The air felt thick with the weight of their attention.
Her bra and panties were delicate but somehow they felt more revealing than being fully naked.
She bit her lip.
“You look nervous,” Roland murmured from somewhere beside her, his voice low and smooth. “Are you?”
She nodded, barely.
Levi’s hand came to rest between her shoulder blades, firm and grounding. “Good. Hold still, little one.”
Her heart thudded. She’d never been looked at like this. Not as something to take or to tame, but something to treasure.
“Legs a little wider,” Levi said, and the low command shivered straight through her spine.
Sydney shifted, face flushing with the effort of obedience. The pose exposed her completely. Humiliating. Hot. She wanted to hide and be seen all at once.
“Good girl,” Roland praised from her left, his palm trailing lightly down her arm. “You follow instructions so sweetly.”
Her stomach fluttered at the words. They hit harder than any hand could.
Then she felt Levi’s touch at the small of her back, rougher than Roland’s, more demanding. His fingers traced down to the waistband of her panties and tugged, just enough to make her gasp.
“Pretty little thing,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “And you’re all ours now.”
Sydney whimpered.
Roland knelt in front of her, brushing hair back from her face. His smile was tender. “Do you want us to touch you, little bird?”
She nodded again, more desperately this time.
“Words,” Levi said from behind, the edge in his voice unmistakable.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” she breathed.
“There’s our good girl,” he said, almost amused, those two words drawing a loud moan from Sydney.
Then they began.
Levi’s hands moved with purpose, sliding her panties down inch by inch, exposing her to the faint light and their gaze.
Roland, meanwhile, kept her grounded. He stroked her cheek and murmured encouragement as her body trembled under their shared focus.
There was no rush. And it was driving her insane.
Their slow, steady strokes were doing nothing but make her need in a way so fierce Sydney was scared she’d spontaneously combust or become untethered and float into the void.
Thick, calloused fingers explored. Touched. Teased. They kissed every bruise, every tremble, every frightened shadow away until only the light was left.
“She’s soaking,” Levi said, almost with pride.
Sydney’s face burned, but she didn’t move. She wouldn’t dare. She wanted this. All of it. And to get it she’d have to stay exactly how her Daddies put her.
“That’s because she’s perfect for us,” Roland whispered, his mouth brushing her ear before he bit down on the lower fleshy part of her lobe.
Her breath hitched.
“Daddy,” she keened, begging for more without using anything but that one word.
And then she was being filled. She didn’t even know when they’d gotten fully undressed or on the bed with her she was so lost in their tender explorations, but she didn’t care because she was finally filled with glorious, thick, hard cock.
And it was everything she’d ever thought it would be.
“Yes!” Her voice went hoarse as she cried out, and Levi chuckled as his hands dug into her hips.
“That’s it, my little warrior. Take your Daddy’s cock like the perfect princess you are. Your pretty pussy is so hungry for me, sucking me in.”
Oh goodness, he had a dirty, filthy mouth and Sydney loved it.
“Can you take more for us, little bird?” Roland called to her, and she slowly blinked up at him, lost in her sex haze. He was kneeling in front of her, holding his erection in his hand, right in front of her mouth.
What else was she to do but open her mouth for her Daddy to fill her?
So she did.
With two, strong, capable men claiming her from the front and back, Sydney didn’t know what was going on other than intense pleasure.
The next minutes blurred into heat and pressure and overwhelming love. Both men guided her with quiet direction and the most delicious dirty talk that made Sydney draw ever closer to the precipice of pleasure.
When she was close to coming, she tapped Roland’s thigh, the movements urgent, and he cupped her jaw, as he looked down at her.
“Do you need to come, little one? Want to milk your Daddy’s cock?” He stroked her cheek before wrapping a hand around her throat, not constricting, just possessively. “Come for us, baby. Come for your Daddies.”
She cried out, clenching around the cock filling her, humming on the one in her mouth, and with her clenching muscles and the vibrations from her mouth both men joined her in her pleasure.
Later, after they’d laid her between them, tangled in sweat-slicked skin and tangled sheets, she curled against Levi’s chest with Roland spooned warm behind her.
All thoughts of Greg were completely forgotten.