Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Majesty
The Dungeon felt more intimate and charged tonight. I led Cami through the main space toward a private room at the back, my hand steady on her lower back. Lex walked beside us, and I felt the weight of curious eyes tracking our movement, but no one approached. They knew better than to interrupt.
The private room was exactly what I’d requested. The St. Andrew’s cross dominated one wall, a leather couch sat against another, and a cabinet held the implements I’d selected earlier.
As soon as the door closed and locked, I cupped Cami’s face in my hands. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Here’s how this is going to work. This is my scene to lead. Lex is going to observe from the couch unless I ask him to participate. You’re going to strip and position yourself on the cross. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Limits haven’t changed?”
“No, Sir.”
“Safe words?”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to continue.”
“Perfect.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then stepped back. “Strip. Slowly. Let us see you.”
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her sheer gown. I watched her pull it over her head and let it fall to the floor. The bra and panties followed, revealing her beautiful body inch by inch.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice rough with desire and pride. “Absolutely stunning. Now, go to the cross. Face it. Spread your arms and legs.”
She moved to the cross, the wood gleaming under the soft lighting. She spread herself as instructed, pressing her front against the padded surface.
I took my time securing her. Wrists first, checking the leather cuffs were snug but not too tight. Then ankles, spreading her legs wide. When I was done, she was completely exposed and vulnerable, unable to close her legs or protect herself.
“Test your restraints,” I instructed.
She pulled against them, and I watched her muscles flex as she confirmed she couldn’t move.
“Good. Now, I’m going to start with the flogger. It’s going to sting. It’s going to hurt. But I promise you’ll also love it. If it becomes too much, you safeword. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I moved to my bag I’d left here and selected my favorite two floggers. Soft leather falls, perfectly weighted. I’d used them hundreds of times, knew exactly how much force to apply, exactly where to land my choice for maximum effect.
I positioned myself behind her and let the falls trail across her shoulders first. A warning. A promise.
Then I brought one of them down.
The first strike landed across her shoulders, and she gasped. I didn’t give her time to fully process it before landing the second strike lower. Then the third.
I built a rhythm, the floggers each landing in different spots, never hitting the same place twice in a row. Her back. Her shoulders. Her ass. Her thighs. The pain accumulated, building from sting to burn to a deep, throbbing heat.
“Breathe through it,” I instructed. “Let your body adjust.”
I watched her focus on breathing, watched the tension in her shoulders slowly release as her body began producing endorphins. This was the magic of impact play. The way pain could transform into something else entirely.
After several minutes, I paused and retrieved a toy from the cabinet. Lex shifted on the couch, his eyes dark and attentive.
“This is a remote-controlled butterfly vibrator,” I explained, showing it to her. “I’m going to secure it in place, and then I’m going to torture you with it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
I knelt behind her and positioned the butterfly carefully, the vibrating portion directly on her clit. I secured it with straps around her thighs, making sure it wouldn’t shift. Then I stood and held up the remote where she could see it.
“This has five levels,” I said. “We’re going to work through all of them.”
I turned it on to level one, and she moaned immediately, her hips trying to move despite the restraints.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Feel it. But remember, you don’t come without permission.”
I resumed the flogging, and now she had dual sensations to process. Pain across her back and ass. Pleasure pulsing against her clit. I watched her struggle to categorize them, to separate them, and I knew the moment they began to blend together.
“Level two,” I announced, increasing the vibration.
She cried out, and I increased the intensity of the flogging to match. Harder strikes now, landing with more force. I was careful to vary the location, never focusing on one spot long enough to cause real damage.
“You’re doing so well,” I praised, watching the red marks bloom across her skin. “Taking everything I give you. Being so good for me.”
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Sir.”
“Please what?”
“I need to come. Please let me come.”
“Not yet. We’re only on level two.” I increased the vibration to level three and brought the floggers down harder.
She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her body caught between sensations so intense she couldn’t process them separately anymore. This was exactly where I wanted her. On the edge. Overwhelmed. Surrendering completely.
“Level four,” I said, my own arousal painful in my jeans. Watching her like this, knowing I was the one causing both her pleasure and her pain, was intoxicating. “Almost there, baby. Hold on for me.”
“I can’t. I can’t hold it.”
“Yes, you can. You’re stronger than you think.”
I worked the floggers in rapid succession, covering her ass and thighs with perfectly placed strikes, while the butterfly buzzed relentlessly against her clit. She was begging, pleading, her words becoming incoherent.
I glanced at Lex. He was gripping the arm of the couch, his knuckles white, clearly affected by watching her.
“Level five,” I announced, maxing out the vibration. “And now you can come. Come for me, Cami. Show us how beautiful you are when you let go.”
I brought the floggers down in a series of strikes timed with the pulses of the vibrator. The combination pushed her over the edge.
She screamed, her whole body convulsing against the cross, pulling against the restraints. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing through her.
I watched her slip into subspace, her body going slack, her breathing shallow. I immediately dropped the floggers and moved to the cross, turning off the vibrator.
“Lex, help me get her down.”
He was at my side instantly. We worked together to release her restraints, catching her as her legs gave out. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the couch, settling down with her cradled against my chest.
Lex grabbed a blanket and covered all three of us, then positioned himself so her feet were in his lap. He began massaging them gently while I held her, stroking her hair, bringing her back slowly.
“There she is,” Lex said softly when her eyes finally fluttered open. “Welcome back.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, checking her pupils to make sure she was fully present.
“Good,” she mumbled. “Floaty. Tired.”
“You were incredible,” Lex told her, his hands still working her feet. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, looking between us. “Thank you both. For keeping me safe. For making me feel so good.”
“Always,” I promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
We sat like that for a long time, bringing her slowly back to earth. I checked her wrists and ankles carefully, relieved to see no marks from the restraints. Lex made sure she drank water from the bottle I’d brought and ate some of the KitKat we kept for aftercare for her.
“Where does it hurt?” I asked, running my hands over her back gently.
“Everywhere,” she said with a small smile. “But in a good way.”
“I’ll put cream on it when we get home. Help with any bruising.”
“I need sleep,” she finally admitted. “I’m so tired.”
“Then we’ll take you home,” Lex said immediately.
We helped her dress in the gown, and I wrapped my jacket around her for extra warmth. She was steady on her feet but clearly exhausted.
Outside, the cold air made her shiver, and I pulled her closer as we walked to my truck. I lifted her into the passenger seat while Lex climbed into the back seat.
The drive was short, and she dozed against my shoulder the whole way, her breathing deep and even. When we arrived at the cabin, I carried her inside and straight upstairs to my bed.
We undressed her gently, Lex and I working in practiced coordination. I checked her skin one more time, noting the red marks from the floggers but no broken skin, no unexpected bruising.
“Perfect,” I murmured as I applied some Arnica gel to her skin. “You took it perfectly.”
We tucked her under the covers, but when I started to step back, her hand caught mine.
“Stay,” she mumbled, already half asleep. “Both of you. Please stay.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Lex assured her.
We stripped down and climbed into bed on either side of her. She immediately curled into me, seeking warmth and contact. Lex pressed against her back, and we surrounded her completely.
“Love you,” she whispered, the words so soft I almost missed them.
My heart stopped. I looked over her head at Lex, saw the same shock and wonder in his eyes.
I tightened my arms around her. “We love you too, baby. So much.”
“So damn much,” Lex echoed.
She smiled, already asleep, completely trusting us to keep her safe.
I looked at Lex again. We’d known this was coming. But hearing her say it, knowing she felt the same way we did, made it real in a way nothing else could.
“She loves us,” I said quietly.
“She does. And we love her.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Now?” Lex smiled. “Now we keep building this. Keep showing her every day how much she means to us. Keep creating something beautiful together.”
I nodded, pressing a kiss to Cami’s hair. “I can do that.”
“So can I.”
We settled in to sleep, Cami safe between us.
I stayed awake for a little bit thinking about what it would look like to live in the same space every day.
Knowing that it wasn’t safe to try to bring my fantasies into the moment, I couldn’t wait.
Eventually, I let the “what-ifs” take me into a wonderful dreamland.
One that showed me that the future between the three of us was bright.
I curled into her, burying my face into her neck. This was where I was meant to be.