Chapter 31
Cami
I woke to the smell of coffee and something sweet baking.
For a moment, I just lay there, stretching in the tangle of sheets, my body pleasantly sore from last night.
Watching Majesty demonstrate rope work had been incredible, but what came after, when we’d gotten back to the cabin and both my Doms had their hands on me—that had been transcendent.
The bedroom door creaked open. Lex appeared carrying a tray, and behind him, Majesty balanced another.
“Good morning, babygirl,” Lex said, setting his tray on the nightstand.
I sat up, pulling the sheet around me. “What’s all this?”
“Breakfast in bed,” Majesty said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He settled on one side of me while Lex took the other, boxing me in deliciously.
The tray held heart-shaped waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, perfectly crispy bacon, and fresh orange juice. Mmm...
Heart-shaped.
I tilted my head, studying the waffles, then the way both men were watching me with barely contained excitement.
“What’s today?” I asked slowly.
“February fourteenth,” Lex said, way too casually.
My stomach dropped. “Oh my God. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Sure is,” Majesty confirmed, stealing a strawberry off my plate and popping it in his mouth.
“I didn’t… I don’t have anything for you guys.” Panic fluttered in my chest. “I completely forgot. I’m so sorry, I should have…”
“Hey.” Majesty caught my chin gently, turning me to face him. “Baby, breathe. We know you forgot.”
“That’s kind of the point,” Lex added. “You’ve never really celebrated it, have you?”
I shook my head, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
Valentine’s Day had always been just another day.
My past boyfriends either ignored it completely or made half-hearted gestures that felt more obligatory than romantic.
I’d learned to expect nothing, to not even track the date.
My ex-fiancé and I had celebrated it, it was wonderful, but that was even more reason why I’d blocked out the day.
“I have, but…” I sighed, not wanting to go back down that path. “I’d rather forget it.”
“Then this is your first Valentine’s Day that you’ll want to remember,” Majesty said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “And we’re going to make it memorable.”
“We planned everything,” Lex assured me. “All you have to do is relax and let us spoil you.”
“I’m not good at being spoiled,” I admitted.
Majesty grinned. “That’s why we’re going to enjoy every second of teaching you.”
After breakfast, they insisted I shower and put on the soft robe hanging in the bathroom. It was new, I realized, in a deep burgundy that felt like heaven against my skin. When I emerged, they were waiting in the living room, looking far too pleased with themselves.
“Sit,” Lex instructed, patting the couch between them.
On the coffee table sat two wrapped boxes. One large, one small.
“The small one first,” Majesty said.
My hands shook slightly as I unwrapped the tissue paper. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with three interlocking circles. One rose gold, one white gold, and one yellow gold. Each circle was distinct but connected, impossible to separate.
“It’s us,” Lex said quietly. “Three individuals, three different strengths, but intertwined. Each piece makes the whole stronger.”
I couldn’t speak around the lump in my throat. Majesty took the necklace and fastened it around my neck, his fingers gentle against my skin.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
“Now the big one,” Lex urged.
I tore into the larger box to find the most beautiful leather bag I’d ever seen. Rich burgundy leather, my initials embossed on the front in gold, with multiple compartments and pockets inside.
“For your toy collection,” Majesty explained. “We noticed you’ve been using that canvas shopping bag to carry your stuff. This is... more appropriate.”
I ran my fingers over the butter-soft leather, then noticed something tucked in the front pocket. A set of leather cuffs—clearly custom-made, lined with the softest suede, with D-rings attached, and…
“Our babygirl…” I whispered, reading the stitching. I sniffed, trying not to let the burning sensation in my eyes progress to waterfalls.
A small card was attached in Majesty’s bold handwriting: For tonight. Wear nothing else.
Heat flooded through me. “Tonight?”
“We reserved a private Dungeon room,” Lex said, his voice dropping into that Dom tone that made my knees weak. “Just the three of us. No interruptions.”
“But first,” Majesty cut in, glancing at his watch, “you have an appointment.”
“Appointment?”
A knock at the door answered my question. Lex answered the door and stepped aside for me to see.
Scarlett stood on the porch with a folded massage table under one arm and a large bag slung over her shoulder.
“Special delivery,” she said with a warm smile. “One spa day, as ordered.”
“Wait, what?” I looked between her and my Doms, who were both grinning like kids on Christmas morning.
Lex took her things from her and set her up in his office. Scarlett and I followed. When we entered, I saw that my men had moved everything to one side to give her ample space.
“I’m a licensed massage therapist,” Scarlett explained. “Master Lex asked if I’d give you the full treatment.”
“I didn’t know you did massage,” I said, watching her set up in the office with practiced efficiency.
“Most people don’t. I keep my license current but don’t advertise.” She smiled politely. “Are you ready?”
Nodding to her prompted her to tap the massage table. I climbed on and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
An hour and a half later, I was convinced Scarlett had actual magic in her hands.
She’d worked over every inch of my body, giving me a deep tissue massage that found knots I didn’t know I had, applied a sugar scrub that left my skin feeling like silk and a hydrating face mask, and finally a scalp massage that had me melting into the table.
“Thank you,” I told her as she packed up her supplies. “That was incredible.”
“My pleasure.” She paused at the door, her expression softening. “Those two really love you, you know. I’ve been to a few of their lectures and I’ve never seen them happy and settled. That’s all you.”
When she finished, lunch was waiting for us on the island. We ate and talked for awhile before exhaustion began to kick in for me. I was full and relaxed and could totally use a nap.
After she left, I found Lex and Majesty waiting with glasses of wine and matching robes.
“How do you feel?” Lex asked, pulling me into his lap.
“Amazing,” I admitted, snuggling against his chest. “Scarlett’s hands are miraculous.”
“Good.” Majesty’s hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh. “You needed to rest. Tonight’s going to be intense.”
“How intense?” I asked, even as my body started responding to the promise in his voice.
“The kind where you forget your own name,” Lex murmured against my ear. “Where the only words you remember are ‘yes, Sir’ and your safe words.”
I shivered. “When?”
“Soon.” Majesty stood, pulling me up with him. “But first, you’re going to nap. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re not a doctor,” I protested, even as exhaustion from Scarlett’s massage pulled at me.
“No, but I’m your Dom, and I’m telling you to rest.” He guided me to the bedroom. “Because when we get you in that Dungeon tonight, we’re not letting you go easily, babygirl.”
I woke to the late afternoon streaming through the windows. Someone had closed the curtains partway, leaving the room dim and peaceful. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet sounds of Lex and Majesty moving around.
On the chair beside the bed, laid out like an offering, was an outfit I’d never seen before. A corset in that same deep burgundy leather as my new toy bag, with a flowing skirt that would provide coverage while walking to the Dungeon but would be easy to remove. Beautiful and functional.
I sat up, running my fingers over the boning of the corset.
“You’re awake.” Lex appeared in the doorway. “We thought you might like something special to wear tonight. Besides the cuffs that is.”
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
“Let us help you into it,” Majesty said, joining us.
They dressed me slowly, reverently. Majesty laced the corset with expert precision while Lex knelt to fasten the straps of delicate heels I also didn’t recognize. Every touch felt worshipful, like I was something precious being prepared for a ceremony.
“Look at you,” Majesty murmured when they’d finished, turning me to face the mirror. “Absolutely stunning.”
I barely recognized myself. The corset emphasized my curves, the necklace they’d given me glinted at my throat, and my skin still glowed from Scarlett’s ministrations. I looked... beautiful. Confident. Theirs.
“Color check,” Lex said, his voice shifting into Dom mode.
“Green,” I answered immediately.
“Perfect,” Lex said, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Because we want to worship you tonight. Make you feel exactly how precious you are to us.”
“Safe words?” Majesty prompted.
“Red, yellow, green. Three grunts or taps if I’m gagged.”
“Good girl.” Lex’s praise sent heat pooling low in my belly. “Then let’s go show our girl exactly what she means to us.”
The private room in the Dungeon took my breath away. Candles everywhere cast flickering shadows on the walls. Rose petals scattered across the floor in a path led to the padded bench at the center. Soft instrumental music played from hidden speakers.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“We wanted it special,” Majesty said, closing and locking the door behind us.
Lex cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “Tonight isn’t about pushing your limits or testing your endurance. Tonight is about pleasure. About showing you how much we love you, how much we treasure having you in our lives.”
“We’re going to take you apart,” Majesty continued, moving behind me to press against my back. “Slowly. Carefully. And then we’re going to put you back together.”
“Please,” I breathed.
“Strip for us,” Lex commanded. “Let us see what’s ours.”
I took my time with the corset, letting them watch as each hook came undone. The skirt pooled at my feet. Underneath, I wore matching burgundy lingerie.
“Perfect,” Majesty growled. “Now to the bench. On your knees, facing us.”
They secured me carefully, wrists in the new leather cuffs they first attached to the bench, knees spread and anchored. The position left me exposed but not uncomfortable. They’d adjusted everything for my height, my flexibility, my comfort.
“Color?” Lex checked.
“Green.”
“We’re going to blindfold you now,” Majesty said. “Take away your sight so you can focus on sensation. On feeling us.”
The silk blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging everything into darkness. Immediately, my other senses sharpened. I heard footsteps circling me, the rustle of fabric, the quiet clink of something metal.
Then—sensation. Soft fur dragging down my spine, making me arch. Cool glass tracing patterns over my ribs. Warm breath against my neck. Fingers ghosting over my thighs, never quite touching where I wanted them most.
“So beautiful,” Lex murmured. “So responsive for us.”
They took their time. Ice cubes that made me gasp, followed by warm mouths that made me moan. Feathers that tickled, then firm hands that grounded me. They brought me to the edge over and over, always stopping just before I could fall.
“Please,” I finally whimpered, past pride or pretense. “Please, I need—”
“Only when we say…” Majesty said, his voice rough with his own desire. “Breathe, baby. Count to ten.”
I did, fighting every instinct to beg again. When I reached ten, they repositioned me, still blindfolded and restrained, but now on my back on the bench. More vulnerable, exposed, and theirs.
“You’re doing so well,” Lex praised, his hand splaying over my stomach. “So perfect for us. We love you like this—trusting and surrendering. Do you know how beautiful you are right now?”
I couldn’t answer, could only moan as Majesty’s mouth found my breast, as Lex’s fingers finally touched me where I needed them most.
They orchestrated it perfectly, bringing me right to the edge, then commanding me over it. The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, so intense I might have screamed their names. They held me through it, praising me, steadying me, loving me.
Then they positioned themselves. Majesty behind me, Lex in front and took me together, filling me completely. The blindfold stayed on as they moved in perfect synchronization, one pushing in as the other pulled back, keeping me full and overwhelmed and absolutely wrecked.
“Our girl,” Majesty groaned.
“So perfect,” Lex agreed.
When I came again, they followed, and the three of us collapsed into a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths.
They removed my restraints with gentle hands, checking each wrist for marks. Majesty wrapped me in the softest blanket while Lex brought water and chocolate-covered strawberries.
“How do you feel?” Lex asked, settling beside me on the nest of blankets they’d prepared on the floor.
“Perfect,” I whispered.
Majesty pulled me against his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Thank you,” I admitted. “Even though I completely forgot about it.”
“That just means we get to surprise you again next year,” Lex said with a grin.
Next year. The casual certainty of it, the assumption that we’d still be, made my chest tight with emotion.
“I love you,” I sighed, knowing that I was doomed to my emotions, knowing how vulnerable it made me to them. I didn’t think they’d misuse my feelings though.
“We love you too,” they said in unison.
Happy tears burst free. This was mine. They were mine, and I was theirs. They held me through it, whispering affirmations, promises, praise, and love until I drifted off, completely safe in their arms, knowing that this was just the beginning of our story.
The End