Chapter 5
Chapter Five
F elicity stirred awake the following morning, nestled between Nathan and John in the massive, luxurious bed. The events of the night rushed back to her in vivid detail, her cheeks flushing as she remembered being taken by one man first and then the other, made to climax over and over again until she fell asleep in a fit of exhaustion. Her body was sore, her muscles stiff and burning as she shifted in bed. Turning slightly, she found Nathan already awake, watching her with those intense blue eyes.
His gaze was steady, his expression unreadable, and when he spoke, his voice was low and guttural. "Good morning," he rumbled, the deep timbre of his words sending a shiver down her spine.
"Morning," she mumbled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as the memories of their intimate moments played on repeat in her mind.
Their brief exchange roused John, who stirred beside her. He leaned over, a lazy smile on his lips as he kissed her gently. The kiss was soft and warm, a tender contrast to the passion of the night before.
Nathan shifted closer, his broad chest pressing against her as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "What, no kiss for me?" he teased, his voice still carrying that gravelly edge that sent heat pooling in her belly.
Felicity couldn’t help but smile, biting her lip before leaning over to press her lips against his. The kiss lingered, slow and intoxicating, pulling her back into the warmth of their embrace.
“I guess there is no point asking you how you slept,” John said, sitting up in bed and smiling at her.
Felicity still couldn’t believe she was currently in bed with two men, both of whom she’d let fuck her the night before.
“Stop questioning it,” Nathan said, reading her mind. “It doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is.”
“And what is it?” she asked in a whisper. “I have never done anything like this before…”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it on Friday night.”
“Or last night either to be fair,” John said.
She looked at them. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“That’s not entirely wrong,” Nathan stated evenly.
“Sophia… She said she used to date the both of you, and everyone thought she was crazy. She was telling the truth, wasn’t she?”
Nathan’s eyes flashed with fury and something that looked like pain.
“She was, but she misrepresented the facts of the matter,” John stepped in. “Yes, she was with us for a while, but we had an agreement, and she broke that.”
“She betrayed us,” Nathan hissed. “We were nothing but kind to her, and when she decided she was done with us, she tried to blackmail us.”
“Is that why you silenced her?”
“We didn’t silence her,” John replied. “She realized we had no intention of paying her a dime for her silence and gave up on trying to extort us.”
“She’s lucky we chose to do nothing,” Nathan snapped and she realized he still held a lot of hurt from that experience.
Felicity’s first instinct was to reach out and offer comfort, to provide some relief for his pain. Outside from when he was fucking her, this was the most expressive she’d seen him be. But she had a lot of questions and was worried she would go crazy if she didn’t get the answers she needed.
“So what am I?” she asked, looking between the two men. “A replacement for her?”
“No,” John replied quietly. “I need you to understand that this was not planned. We had no intention to invite you back here after dinner on Friday. Not until we saw you. After Sophia, Nathan and I decided we were done with that. We’ve not had someone like you in years.”
“Why do you still have her clothes then?” she asked, looking at the wardrobe. “Those are her clothes, right?”
“Yes. Why would we throw away perfectly good clothes just because the person who used to wear them turned out to be a bitch?”
“Easy now,” John cautioned. “Forgive Nathan. He still blames himself for Sophia’s betrayal.”
“I will never betray you,” Felicity quickly said. “I won’t tell anyone anything we did. I promise…”
“I know you won’t,” John said quietly. “Sophia is a mistake we saw a long way coming but chose to be blind to. Fathers can often be willfully blind to their little girl’s shortcomings.”
She looked at him. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You being my Daddies and me being your little girl.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“I should…” She looked at them, face going flush. “This is crazy!”
“It’s only crazy if you want it to be.” John cupped her face. “All we want to do is take care of you. Why is that crazy?”
Felicity’s heart raced as John’s hands cradled her face, his words echoing in her mind. A simple promise, but the implications were much more complex. The warmth of his touch, combined with how Nathan's arm wrapped securely around her waist, sent a conflicting surge of emotions through her. The intimacy, the protection at war with the strange dynamic they were offering. It felt like stepping into a world she didn’t fully understand but was undeniably drawn to.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Felicity admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes darted between the two men, trying to gauge their reactions. “I barely understand what it is.”
Nathan’s grip on her tightened slightly, grounding her. “You don’t need to understand everything right away,” he said, his voice still carrying that low, rumbling quality. “Just... trust us. You don’t need to worry about anything. Let us take care of you.”
The words lingered, and Felicity realized how tired she was of worrying, of overthinking, of feeling like she had to control everything. The idea of letting go, even if just for a little while, was more tempting than she wanted to admit. Her life had been structured, predictable, and... lonely. But here, in this strange arrangement, there was excitement. There was a connection.
“And what does that mean?” she asked softly, looking at John for reassurance.
John smiled, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “It means surrendering to our will. It means trusting us to know what is good for you and what is not...”
“It means being a good little girl for Daddy,” Nathan continued.
Felicity swallowed hard. It felt dangerous—this idea of leaning on them so completely—but it also felt thrilling. She’d always been the one taking care of others, keeping her life in neat little boxes. And now, they were offering something entirely different.
Nathan, still holding her close, finally spoke again. “You can have whatever you want. This doesn’t have to fit into a box. There’s no right or wrong here.”
Felicity bit her lip, glancing back at the wardrobe that held the clothes of another woman—one who had walked a path with these men that hadn’t ended well. The thought made her hesitate, her mind flashing back to what they’d told her earlier.
“Is this how it was with her?” she asked, her voice more uncertain now. “With Sophia?”
“No,” John answered immediately. “It was different. You’re different. And we’re not the same men we were back then.” His voice softened, his sincerity clear.
Felicity closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting herself melt into the warmth of their embrace. In a few hours, she would be heading back home to her boring life of grading assignments and preparing lesson plans. What was the harm of giving in to this for one more day?
Just for one day. She could be theirs for one day. Then she’ll go back to her normal life; no strings, no attachments.
The reality of what she was agreeing to—what she was stepping into—felt overwhelming, yet the pull of it was stronger. She couldn’t deny how safe she felt in their presence, how exhilarating it was to let go of control, even if just for a fleeting moment in time. It was like stepping into a dream—one where the rules of the outside world didn’t apply, and she could just... exist in this strange, intoxicating bubble.
"One day," she whispered to herself.
She didn’t need to respond. They could already see her decision in her eyes, and she felt Nathan’s hand sliding around her body under the sheets and pressing between her legs.
“Time to stop living in your head, Felicity,” John continued, moving on top of her. “Let’s bring your fantasies to life, baby girl.”
She gave in. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Her body had already decided for her, and now her mind was left to follow. And it did, pleasure suffusing her thoughts as John began to kiss her.
On her last day with them, John and Nathan brought Felicity into a whole new world of pleasure. They barely left the bed. All day, they brought her to climax over and over again, one switching for the other until pleasure rode the edge of pain and pain lost its sting.
When the driver took Felicity back home that night, she was exhausted, her legs barely able to hold her frame up. But she was also satisfied, a woman who had gone to heaven and was now back to her old life.