Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Michelle
Corvus was nervous, and I didn’t entirely understand why.
He seemed so confident when I met him just the other day.
He’d even cracked a little joke. And sure, once we’d gotten to the office, he’d seemed a bit out of his element, but he’d talked.
Yet sitting at that table with us, he was a nervous wreck, fidgeting with his fingers, the tablecloth, even lightly touching his silverware.
It made me sad. I wanted back the lively boy I’d met.
Where had he gone? Was it the restaurant?
Did it make him uncomfortable? Kip had simply wanted to treat Corvus, to show him how good things could be for him, but maybe this was too much.
Maybe Corvus didn’t want expensive restaurants that served wine older than we were.
“Is this too much for you, bub?” I blurted before I could stop myself. Corvus startled, his eyes snapping up to mine. Kip gently squeezed my thigh beneath the table, but I ignored him, my focus remaining on our boy. “We can go somewhere else. We don’t mind.”
He immediately shook his head, his inky dark hair swishing across his forehead.
“No, this is great,” Corvus rushed to say.
“I just…” He blew out a harsh breath and shoved his fingers through his black hair, ruining the style he’d managed to put it into.
But hell, it looked even better all disheveled like that.
“I’m sorry. I’m out of my element. Usually, when I go on dates, I know what to do.
What to expect. How to act. My end goal is sex, but Kip made it clear that’s not happening tonight. ”
Christ, he really didn’t know what to do when his routine got messed up. He’d clearly never formed real attachments with anyone. And it made me wonder who’d hurt him so badly this almost seemed to frighten him. Real feelings and real bonds made him a wreck.
“We want to have sex with you,” Kip assured him.
Corvus swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked at my husband.
Kip soothed his thumb over my thigh—a silent thank you for breaking the ice.
“Believe me when I say that. But we want more than that with you, chibi. We want to know you. Date you. Take care of you. We want to be everything you may need.”
Corvus’s eyes widened, and his lips parted for a moment before he licked them, making need punch through my gut. “I don’t understand.”
I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and never fucking let him go. Who the fuck hurt him so goddamn badly?
I looked at Kip, only to find him already looking at me.
Should we tell him—tell him exactly what we were?
That we were Doms? That we wanted him to be our boy?
I was afraid it would frighten him off for good, but I also couldn’t help but wonder if it would intrigue him enough to get him to want to stay.
Maybe, it would even help him loosen up to know we truly did want him.
I nodded once, and Kip looked back at Corvus.
“We…” Kip sighed. “We are Doms, chibi. Specifically, Mommy and Daddy Doms.”
Corvus’s eyes grew wide once more, just when they’d begun to settle back to their usual shape.
“We’ve been searching for someone who fit both of us for a while,” Kip continued. “And while we’ve taken playmates and have even dated some seriously for a little while, no one truly fit us both. Not until you. You’re perfect, chibi.”
Corvus’s cheeks pinkened adorably, and I smiled at him, my heart clenching in my chest. He was so cute.
“As your Mommy and Daddy, we would take care of you however that fits the three of us. There’s no one way to this lifestyle.
” I paused when the waiter showed up with our appetizers.
He asked us a couple of questions then slipped away once more.
Corvus immediately dug into his food, and I was happy to see he had an appetite.
I was a tad bit worried this conversation would ruin his dinner.
“I would have to call you Mommy and Daddy, wouldn’t I?” Corvus questioned.
I shrugged. “Not all the time. And you can call us any variation of the terms you choose. Again, when you use those terms is entirely up to you and something the three of us would discuss when or if you agree to give this a go with us. Some of our previous playmates only wanted to call us that in the bedroom, and others wanted to use call us that all the time.”
“And some only wanted to be Dommed by either her or me, and that, unfortunately, doesn’t work for us,” Kip told him, not unkindly. “Michelle may submit to me, but she still wants to be a Mommy. Being Dommed by both of us is nonnegotiable. We are a package deal. Always.”
I looked at Kip, damn near melting in my seat at the fierce protectiveness in his words. Fuck, my husband still made me swoon even after years of being together.
“Being your submissive doesn’t mean I don’t get to fuck you during sex, does it?” Corvus asked, looking at Kip. Kip gave a surprised laugh at that being one of his first questions, and I smiled into my wine. “Because I like to be the one doing the fucking sometimes.”
“No, chibi, it does not mean I won’t allow you to fuck me. I like bottoming sometimes.” He smirked at me. “Just ask Michelle. She has a collection of toys she enjoys utilizing.”
Corvus’s pupils blew wide, and his lips parted the slightest bit as he looked at me. I just winked at him.
“Fuck,” he finally rasped then reached for his wine and swallowed a mouthful. When he set down his glass, he said, “Can I do research on this? I don’t want to make a decision right now.”
“Of course, bub,” I assured him. I was actually proud of him for wanting to research and learn about this lifestyle before just diving into it with us.
“And you can ask either of us any questions you have. We’re more than happy to answer them.
Take as much time as you need. This isn’t something you make a rash decision on. ”
Corvus’s shoulders relaxed a little.
“No, I know,” he hurried to say. “But I’m… interested.” His cheeks flushed a little. “This all makes sense to me now, so I’m not so… confused.”
“Confused?” Kip asked, frowning at Corvus.
Corvus nodded. “I’m always confident and cocky.
Actually, I’m usually a bit of an asshole,” he confessed on a light laugh.
“But you two just have this air about you that made me feel… small? But not in a bad way. Small as in I felt… safe? I don’t know how to explain it.
It makes sense when Hudson talks about feeling small when he’s with Kreed, but he’s better at words than I am. ”
“No, we understand, chibi,” Kip assured him. “You explain yourself just fine.”
“I do?” he asked, sounding both relieved and untrusting of Kip’s words.
Kip nodded, but it was me who said, “You do, bub.” Reaching over, I grabbed his hand, smoothing my thumb over his knuckles.
“I’m not sure who’s made you think you don’t, but they ought to be punched in the face.
You explain yourself just fine. Maybe, the ones who don’t understand you are just fucking idiots. ”
His grin was beautiful, and I knew right fucking then I’d do anything to keep him smiling like that.