Chapter 18 The story of the past.
eighteen
The story of the past.
Nyx combed my wet hair while Tam and I made out.
After our bath, we retreated to the bed to simply hang out.
It was nice in a way that I’d never expected it to be.
With Elijah, we’d never sat so chill like this, and he’d never taken care of me for the sake of taking care of me.
It always had come back to sex or what I could do for him.
It had never been about me as a person.
I wished it hadn’t taken me as long to get out of that relationship as it had.
Three years of my life wasted on that asshole, and more just paying off the debt that he’d thrust onto me.
Now, though, because of Tam and Nyx, I was free.
I would never have to worry about missing a payment or hiding from debt collectors again.
Elijah was out of my life like spaced garbage, and I couldn’t be happier.
However, as I looked at Tam and Nyx, I felt oddly guilty.
This was about so much more than the money.
I had to admit that this all-consuming feeling that radiated through me was more than care or like or any other mild word.
It was one thing—love. I was in love with them, and I’d known it yesterday.
But that word was dangerous, because it would forever hurt me.
When they left me behind, I’d never be able to get over it.
Nyx smoothed my hair back and pressed a kiss on my cheek. “Are you well, baby?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you alright?” he asked again.
Tam was staring at me with a furrowed brow, their tentacles curling around my waist.
“Of course I am,” I lied through my teeth, forcing a smile to my lips.
They were paying me to be their companion for the trip, not to hear another one of my sob stories.
It didn’t matter. Once I got the rest of the money from Nyx and Tam at the end of this, that whole portion of my life would be over.
And it would be nothing but wounds that would scab over, then scar. In time, I would be perfectly alright.
Well, I’d be fine about my past with Elijah. Nyx and Tam… I didn’t think I had enough years in my life to get over them.
“You do not seem well,” Daddy said, settling me back against his chest. I heard his hearts pounding in an even rhythm. I moaned, lifting my head. Nyx pressed a kiss to my forehead, his hand wrapping around my throat in a claiming, yet soothing move. He said, “You didn’t answer Tam.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, reaching for Tam. They came closer and placed a kiss on my lips before pulling Nyx down for a kiss. All three of us remained pressed against each other, and I sighed, nuzzling Tam’s neck. He smelled like the sea, salty, musky brine, and like the peace of home.
Tam asked, “Would you like to get a Christmas tree with us?”
“Yes, that sounds wonderful.” Why wouldn’t I go with them?
Tam frowned again, and Daddy tightened his embrace.
“No,” Tam said, shaking their head as their eyes narrowed, “something’s wrong.” They grabbed my cheeks and held me tight so that I couldn’t look away from their pensive gaze. “Something is very wrong. I can feel it in the space between my hearts. What’s troubling you, Chase?”
My chin trembled.
Tam made a distressed cry, and Nyx growled, kissing my neck and grazing my skin with his pointed teeth. Smoothing hands and tentacles down my arms and legs, Tam demanded, “Tell us. Now.”
“I don’t want to dampen the mood,” I said. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” Nyx growled. “You’re upset. That’s not alright. You belong to us.”
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Why were they so damn perfect for me? I didn’t understand. They both fit like missing pieces of my soul. I had no idea how I had lived without either of them, and I’d known them both for less than forty-eight hours.
Tears poured down my cheeks as the story slipped out. “I had a partner less than a year ago.”
“What happened?” Tam asked, voice soft, but they and Daddy held me so tight, like they were afraid I would vanish right before their eyes.
“He liked me to call him Daddy too,” I whispered, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Nyx kissed the top of my head, and Tam brought my hand to their mouth to pepper kisses on my palm and wrist.
Why were they so nice?
I continued, “I thought he cared. I thought he…” I swallowed, but pressed on.
“Loved me. But he didn’t. He hurt me in so many different ways.
He used to share me with other people and liked to see them fuck me, which I didn’t mind.
He controlled who fucked me, saying he was my Daddy and he knew best. But he ignored my safeword more than once. ”
Nyx snarled. “I’m going to murder him.”
“I’ll vaporize his fucking corpse,” Tam added, voice just as rough.
How protective they were warmed me. I hauled Tam closer and leaned back into Daddy, who held both of us. Tam pressed countless kisses to my temple while Nyx rubbed his forehead on the top of my head. I didn’t understand why they both cared so much, but they, by some miracle, did.
I swallowed and continued, “He would, then, punish me when it felt good or I orgasmed.”
“What?” Tam asked, breathless.
“He said I only came because I wasn’t loyal to him, that I was easy.
He would punish me. At the time, I thought it was discipline…
but it wasn’t. It was abuse. He called me all sorts of names, telling me I was too stupid to manage anything.
I gave him three years of my life, buying into his shit.
During that time, he racked up millions of credits in debt all under my name.
He left me in this mess when I found out,” I said.
“That’s why you agreed,” Nyx said, his arms impossibly tight around me while his tentacles joined Tam’s around my thighs and waist. “To fuck us. You needed the money.”
“Yeah,” I confessed, blushing. “Partly. I really need the money, but I also really wanted to fuck you both.”
Tam pressed a kiss to my lips, and I groaned at the taste of them. Their fingers stroked my cheeks. “You’re safe with us. I promise, pet. Neither of us would ever harm you or let someone hurt you.”
“I know,” I warbled. “You both make me feel so safe.”
Nyx turned my head so he could kiss me too, and I returned it, opening my mouth for him to swirl his tongue around mine. He pulled back, breath harsh, and demanded, “Show me the debt.”
“No,” I said. That was completely unnecessary. “I will pay it off after everything. It’s fine. I swear.”
His fingers tightened on my chin, not allowing me to look away, but I heard Tam slide off the bed, their tentacles slipping away from me and taking their solid warmth. Nyx said, “You will show me, Chase, and I will pay it.”
“Nyx,” I whispered, tears sliding down my cheeks. “I didn’t tell you so you would pay for it. I can pay it… after.” I truly hoped he wouldn’t make me think about after. I never wanted there to be an after with the two of them.
“I know that you didn’t try to trick me, baby. I’m paying it because you’re mine and Tam’s. We have no desire to leave you in danger. The money I pay you will set you up nicely if you ever feel the need to part from us.”
My heart thumped, and my eyes widened. Did that mean what I thought that meant? Did they possibly, maybe, just maybe, want to keep me? I hoped to all the gods in the universe that it was true. I was desperate to be kept by them, to stay with them.
Tam pushed something into my hands, and Nyx finally allowed me to turn. The normally bubbly Tam had a serious expression, and their arms were crossed.
“We are going to pay this,” Tam said in a firm voice, “and then you are going to tell me this bastard's name so I can kill him.”
I yanked Tam closer and pressed a firm kiss to their mouth. They yielded to me, allowing me to take control of the kiss. I nipped their bottom lip, making Tam whimper, then I fucked their mouth with my tongue. Every sound they made, every touch, comforted me with their warmth.
“I don’t need that,” I whispered.
“I do,” Tam replied. “It’s my and Nyx’s job to take care of you, pet. You’re our delicate human.”
I hugged Tam tight and begged, “Please don’t kill him. I need you. I don’t want you to be taken from me because you killed that asshole who wasn’t worth any of our attention.”
“Fine,” Tam said with a long sigh. “But you’ll still tell us, so we can make his life a living hells. I will make him regret ever being born by throwing him in the darkest prison imaginable.”
“That is fair, boy,” Nyx said, dragging a hand over the back of my head. “We will make it so he can never harm you or anyone else.”
More tears threatened to spill. Never had I been so loved or taken care of, and I didn’t understand why they did it.
“Okay, Daddy, Tam. I’ll tell you.”
Nyx kissed the back of my head. “After. Let me take care of you first.”
“Thank you,” I sobbed, head bowed. Nyx and Tam both took turns kissing me and wiping the tears away until I calmed and simply lay in both of their arms. I whispered, “Please don’t let me go.”
“We won’t,” Tam said.
“Never,” Nyx said right after them. “You belong to us.”
With a few transfers, Nyx and Tam took care of all my debt, and just like that, I was free.
Elijah was out of my life. He would never darken my doorstep again.
The debt he ruined me with had simply vanished.
It seemed… unbelievable. I didn’t know how it was possible, but it was.
A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, and I felt yet another tear slide down my cheek.
“Oh, pet,” Tam whispered, wiping it away.
“I don’t know why I’m crying.” I was relieved. I was ecstatic. I was in the best financial position I’d ever been in, and now I was… sobbing.
Nyx lay down with me, wrapped in his arms, and Tam squished against my other side, both of them surrounding me in their warmth. I was safe and whole.
Nipping and kissing my neck, Nyx whispered, “You are ours, boy.”
Tam continued, “And we will never let you go.”
I prayed to whatever god was feeling most generous that they were telling the truth, because I was fairly certain that this was right where I belonged.
When Nyx slipped downstairs to get us water, I kissed Tam’s chin. “Thank you.”
They rolled on top of me and pinned my wrists to the bed. “It was our pleasure, just like you are.”
I blushed, then bit my lip.
“What?”
“I want something,” I whispered. Gods, I was a needy, pathetic monster, but I needed this from Tam and Nyx.
“Anything,” Tam replied instantly.
My cheeks on fire, I asked in a rush, “Would Nyx spank me, then would you make me feel better?”
“Why?” they asked, not like they were judging me, but more like they were trying to understand.
“Sometimes, I get stuck in my head or think bad things,” I confessed.
“Like?”
“How I’m not worth what you spent on me.” My eyes were on the large chairs near the window.
Tam nudged my chin up. “You are worth a hundred times more. You are worth the whole damn universe, Chase.”
Tears filled my eyes. “I want to believe that, but I keep crying cause I’m so overwhelmed. I need this.”
“Nyx will darken those pretty ass cheeks of yours, then I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded.
When Nyx came upstairs, I was still crying. He rushed over to me and asked Tam, “What happened?”
“You need to punish him,” Tam said, pointing at me. “Chase is thinking bad things about himself. He needs to be spanked.”
Nyx cupped my face and made me look at him. I flushed deep red. I didn’t know why I needed to be spanked, but I did. He stared at me for several long moments, then asked, “Is that what you need, boy? You need Daddy to spank you?”
“Yes,” I muttered.
“I need you to understand, boy, that this is discipline for your benefit. I will never abuse you like that sorry excuse for a person. He should never be called a Daddy.”
“I understand,” I said, nodding. “I trust you.”
Nyx gave me a quick smile, then asked, “Why am I punishing you?”
“I’m thinking bad things about myself.”
“That is unacceptable,” Nyx replied.
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me. I didn’t fight his hold and lay willingly across his lap, pushing my ass in the air. The wide plug pulled oddly on my rim, and I moaned at the slight pleasure-pain.
Daddy chuckled. “Is the plug in your tight hole tugging on you?” He yanked on it, then pushed it back in, making me cry out. My cock hardened in a flash, and I rutted against Nyx’s tentacles.
Tam laughed. “Our slut is horny.”
Nyx rubbed a hand over my cheeks, and I tensed. He said, “He is. I bet I can make him come from spanking him.”
“Probably,” Tam replied, rubbing their cock that glistened with pre-cum. “I want to see it.”
He hummed, continuing to warm up my ass. “Boy, why am I spanking you?”
“I was thinking bad things about myself.”
“Are you supposed to do that?” Daddy asked.
We hadn’t specifically set up that rule, but I knew the answer. “No.”
“Level?”
“One.” I needed this. I needed the pain, the punishment, so I could maybe not feel so overwhelmed.
The first spank came out of nowhere, making me yelp. The resounding sting, though, felt so good. My cock leaked, and my body thrummed.
Daddy started rubbing my burning cheek, and Tam kissed me. They said, “What do you say, pet?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Tam nodded. “Thank your Daddy after each spank.”
“I will.”
“Good boy,” they said before kissing me again.
Another spank, then another, and another came in quick succession, and I cried out in pain, tears burning my eyes. However, I thanked Daddy for each and every spank. My cock was growing harder with each slap, and my mind was clearing. There was nothing but Daddy’s hand and Tam’s gentle kisses.
I was sobbing, and my ass was hurting so bad, though I was close to coming. I shook my head. I didn’t think I could take any more.
“One more,” Tam said, kissing me. “You can take one more for me, can’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied. I’d do anything for Tam.
The harshest spank yet landed on my ass, and I cried out in pain that turned to pleasure when my orgasm crashed over me like a wave.
My cock spurted my release all over Daddy’s tentacles as my mind flew free of any trouble, and my body quaked with the strength of the agonizing pleasure slipping through me.
Finished, I sagged on his lap and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.”
He stroked my back. “Do you feel better, baby?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Tam gently pulled me on top of them and dragged their fingers down my spine while pressing kisses to my face. “Oh, there’s my pet. You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”
“Tam.” I hugged them tight.
Daddy pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then slipped off the bed as Tam continued to pet and whisper kind words to me. Daddy returned and started rubbing soothing cream over my throbbing ass, and I moaned at the cooling sensation.
He nipped the base of my spine. “I have you.”
“Daddy.”
Tam took my mouth, and I settled into their embrace while Daddy took care of me. I was safe, and I hoped, loved.