Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
We got out of the pool and grabbed towels from the nearby rack. We wrapped them around ourselves and went upstairs.
“Are you okay?” Jordan asked when we got there.
“Yeah.” And I was. “I just… I want to be good for you guys.”
“Baby, you already are. I promise.”
Baby. No one had called me that before, but then no one had ever called me pup either.
When I nodded, he kissed my cheek, then went to David’s room, where he kept clothes. I dried off, took a leak, and washed my hands.
Again, David was giving me the time I needed. I knew that, and I took it. When I made my way back down, Jordan was already there. David wore a pair of sweats, and he was putting food on the table that he must have cooked earlier and only had to warm up.
One side of the table had two chairs there like always, only now there was a pillow on the floor between them. “Ian, I’d like you to kneel for dinner tonight. Jordan and I will feed you.”
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Jordan said, and David swatted his ass playfully. He liked doing that. They chuckled while I was currently dying. He wanted me to kneel on the floor for dinner? He wanted them to feed me? That was…ridiculous. That wasn’t me. It was too vulnerable and needy and…what was that ache deep inside me? The one that felt like…maybe want.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can,” I admitted.
“Do you not want to, or do you think you shouldn’t want to?” David asked.
I thought for a moment, let the truth trickle to the surface like a leaky faucet. “I think…I think the second one.”
“Then kneel or tell me yellow or red.” David’s voice was firm but caring. There was no wiggle room in it, though. I knew he’d made his decision.
“Yes, Sir.”
I moved as if in slow motion. There was a fuzzy sound in my ears, like the room was all echoey. Was this me? Did I want this? I never thought I would, but the second my knees kissed the pillow, it felt like a warm hug. When Jordan sat on my left side, with a hand on my shoulder, I breathed. When David sat on my right, touching me as well, I let go, relaxed into myself and whatever this was that made me feel…safe. That’s what it was. Being with them this way made me feel safe and loved.
“Look up, pup.” David’s voice pulled me out of my head a bit. I hadn’t realized I was looking down, that my eyes were closed, so I raised my head and opened my lids and…he was holding a piece of grilled chicken in front of me. There was what looked like rice pilaf on his plate as well, more than he would usually eat. “Bite,” he commanded, and I felt silly again, absolutely fucking ridiculous.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you guys tonight?”
“You are. Taking care of you is taking care of us. Giving yourself to us does the same. Now open your mouth and take the bite before I paddle your ass instead.”
A small part of me wanted to take that option. It would hurt, yeah, but it wouldn’t make me feel this…whatever this need was inside me. But I didn’t disobey. I opened my mouth and took the bite. When I was done, David nodded at Jordan, who said, “My turn, dollface.”
I smiled at the nickname. It was so Jordan.
Jordan, who was looking down at me like I was special. Like I was someone important. “Open up,” he added, and I did, taking some rice from his fork.
It went like that for the rest of our meal, David and Jordan alternating between feeding themselves and me.
“What do you say?” David asked when we were done.
“Thank you, Sir? Is that right?” I hated that I didn’t just know.
“Yes, and you’re welcome, boy. Now Jordan’s turn.”
I turned to him, and he grinned at me, such a contrast from David’s serious gaze. “Thank you, Sunshine.”
“You’re welcome, sugarplum.”
God, he was ridiculous, and I really loved it.
David asked Jordan to put the dishes in the kitchen, and then he told us it was time to go upstairs. It was weird, being naked while they were dressed. It made me feel like they both had control over me, like I was their property, and that thought…oh, it made my dick twitch. Who would have thought?
“Ian, on your knees, in the middle of the room. Are you both okay with your wrists being bound?”
My first thought was, why in the fuck did I need to have my arms bound, when Jordan replied with, “Please, Daddy.”
My cock plumped a bit more. It liked the idea of Jordan being tied up, so maybe I’d like being on that side of it too. “Yes, Sir. Not too tight, though.”