Chapter 21
My eyes flutter open and twin sensations hit me at once.
The heat in my ass, which, fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve had that.
If I had been told I’d miss that way back in the beginning, I’d probably have questioned everyone’s sanity.
But it’s the second feeling that’s the most overwhelming. Relief. Sweet relief…
The twisted, sticky, ugliness has been purged from me.
My Master wielded his control, and let me empty myself of those feelings…
Fuck, nothing is better than that. And damn, how lucky am I that my Owner understands that I need it?
I didn’t think I’d have Master again, but now that I do, there’s no way I can let him go.
As much as I love all of the men in my life, Master calls to the very core of my being.
The way our souls merge and dance together is nothing short of breathtaking.
I wouldn’t give up any of the men I love; they all own a different part of me.
Yet, Master truly has mastered me, somehow knowing exactly what I need, even when I don’t.
I raise my head a bit, blinking at the sight of Master curled up next to Tennant.
Both him and I are almost on top of Daddy.
Daddy’s eyes are open, and he merely raises his eyebrow at me.
I shrug sheepishly, but smile. It’s the first true smile I’ve felt in a long time.
When Daddy’s eyes soften, I know he must see the difference too.
He runs his fingers through my hair, and I could almost purr from the pleasure.
His lips twist in amusement as he stares at me. I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve him, to earn such a look of love, but I’m grateful for it. He shifts carefully to kiss the top of my head, before pressing me closer when I yawn.
“Sleep, Baby Boy. You don’t need to get up yet. Daddy is here.”
I nod against his warm skin, exhaling on a gentle sigh.
The persistent headache I’ve been battling has disappeared, and as Daddy continues to rub my scalp, it lulls me deeper into dreamland.
For once, I’m not afraid to sleep, not afraid of the demons that normally capture me.
Not with Daddy watching over me. And not with Papa Bear here.
I barely manage to mumble a quick, “Love you, Daddy. Love you, Papa Bear,” before I’m sucked under completely. I’m not sure if they both heard me, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll make sure to tell them again and again. They deserve it. I’m one spoiled Boy for sure.