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Chapter Eight

Jesse

Chris led me to their room and I felt like I was floating, suspended in a bubble of sensations so different from anything I'd experienced before.

Saul's hands were gentle on my body, but Chris's voice—that deep, commanding tone—wrapped around me like velvet steel.

My body responded to both with an intensity that left me dizzy.

"Neglected?" Saul echoed, his brown eyes warm with mischief as they met mine. "We can't have that."

His hands moved to the waistband of my jeans, fingers hovering over the button.

"Okay?" he asked, and I nodded, unable to find my voice.

I'd been naked before another man—Graham had made sure of that—but this felt entirely different.

This was a gift I was choosing to give, not something being taken.

As Saul carefully removed my jeans, leaving me in just my boxers, I felt exposed but not vulnerable. Chris's gaze was heated but respectful, seeing me rather than just my body. When Saul's fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers, I tensed slightly.

"We can stop," Chris said immediately, reading my hesitation.

I shook my head. "No, I want this. It's just..." I swallowed hard. "No one's ever really... looked at me. Not like this."

"Like what?" Saul asked softly, his hands stilling.

"Like I matter," I whispered. "Like what I want matters."

Chris's expression softened, and he moved closer, his large frame somehow protective rather than threatening. "Everything about you matters, Jesse," he said, his voice low and intense. "Every sound, every reaction, every 'yes' and every 'no.' We're not just looking at you—we're seeing you."

Saul's fingers traced patterns on my thigh, soothing. "And we'll only ever do what feels good for you," he added. "Nothing more."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I know. I trust you both." And I realized with some surprise that I meant it. These past weeks had built something I'd thought impossible—genuine trust. "Please," I whispered. "Don't stop."

Saul smiled and slowly, carefully removed my boxers. I fought the urge to cover myself, to hide the evidence of my desire that stood hard and eager between my legs. Chris made a low sound of appreciation that sent heat flooding through me.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with want. "So responsive for us already."

Saul's hand wrapped around me, and I gasped at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. "Oh!"

"Too much?" Saul asked immediately, his grip loosening.

"No," I breathed. "Just... it's been so long since anyone touched me like this. Like they wanted to make me feel good."

A shadow crossed Chris's face—anger at what had been done to me— but it passed quickly, replaced by determination. "Then we have a lot of time to make up for," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding register that made me shiver. "Saul, show our boy how good it can feel."

Saul's smile was almost wicked as he lowered his head, his breath hot against my skin. "With pleasure, Sir."

The first touch of his mouth on me drew a sound I barely recognized as my own—a broken moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me. My hands clutched at the bedsheets, desperate for something to anchor me as pleasure coursed through my body.

"Look at how beautiful you are," Chris murmured, his hand coming to rest on my chest, thumb brushing over my nipple. "So responsive, so perfect."

The dual sensations of Saul's mouth and Chris's hands had me trembling, overwhelmed in the best possible way. It was too much and not enough all at once. I felt tears gathering in my eyes, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of feeling cared for, wanted.

"Let go for us, Jesse," Chris commanded gently. "You don't need to hold back. Not with us."

His permission broke something loose inside me. The pleasure built rapidly, my body arching as Saul worked me with his mouth and hands. Chris leaned down to capture my lips in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans as I approached the edge.

"Please," I gasped against his lips.

"I've got you," Chris murmured against my lips. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for us."

His words washed over me like a command I couldn't resist. The pleasure crested, and I cried out as my body shuddered with release. Saul's gentle hands guided me through it, drawing out every sensation until I collapsed back against the pillows, trembling and spent.

"That's it," Saul whispered, pressing soft kisses up my torso as he moved to lie beside me. "So beautiful."

I blinked up at them both, feeling dazed and undone in the most wonderful way. Watched Chris as he went to the bathroom and came back with a warm cloth to gently clean and dry me. Chris's expression was tender as he brushed my hair back from my forehead, his touch reverent.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

"Like I'm floating," I admitted, surprised at how easy it was to be honest with them. "Like... like I'm safe."

Saul's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close against his warmth. "You are safe," he assured me. "Always, with us."

I looked between them, suddenly aware that they were both still fully clothed while I lay naked and sated. "What about you?" I asked, reaching tentatively toward Chris. "Don't you want...?"

Chris caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "This was about you," he said firmly. "About showing you pleasure without expectations."

"But I want to," I whispered and hearing a chuckle turned to glance at Saul.

“Oh baby,” he said in a teasing voice, “did you just make a demand of our Dom?”

I swallowed hard, eyes darting between Saul's amused expression and Chris's raised eyebrow. "I—I didn't mean to—" I stammered, but Chris's low chuckle cut me off.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he said, his voice warm with affection rather than disapproval. "I like your enthusiasm."

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that made my toes curl. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire but still controlled. "But Saul's right—you don't make the demands here."

"Sorry," I whispered, though the heat in my belly suggested I wasn't entirely sorry at all.

Chris's fingers traced my jawline. "There's plenty of time for everything else. Today is about you feeling good, feeling safe." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "And seeing how well you follow instructions."

Saul pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "And you've been doing beautifully."

I felt myself relax into their praise, a warm glow spreading through me that had nothing to do with physical pleasure and everything to do with the sense of rightness I felt between them.

"Bath time," Chris announced, standing from the bed. "Saul?"

"On it," Saul replied, giving me one more kiss before slipping away to the bathroom.

Chris sat beside me, his large hand resting on my thigh. "How are you really feeling? No filters."

“Guilty,” I whispered. “You’ve done so much for me and?—”

But Chris placed a finger to my lips. “You just gave me what I need.”

I stared up at him. I got that in a way.

Him directing everything was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced and I loved when Chris took control.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered experimentally, doing as Saul had done and watched in fascination as Chris’s pupils dilated, and despite what they’d just done my cock jerked.

“What about Saul?” I asked.

Chris smiled. “He’s a carer, but I think you two need to work that out on your own.” I’m going to put some food on.” He nodded to the bathroom.

I watched him leave and thought about Saul. In many ways Chris was easier, and the last thing I wanted was Saul’s needs to get overshadowed, except Chris wasn’t giving me any hints here.

He’s a carer.

That was it? I got that meant Saul wanted to take care of me, but I was hardly a child…

Then I blinked. And blinked again. Saul wasn’t just a carer.

He fretted over every little thing. I’d burned myself slightly last week on the oven and Saul had behaved like I needed a major operation.

He chose all my clothes, even laying them out, and I was happy to let him because deep down I knew it brought him pleasure.

He cooked anything I enjoyed, but was meticulous in discovering my favorites.

He’d discovered I enjoyed watching an old kid’s show and all of a sudden he made sure each new episode was queued up for me to watch every day.

My hair frustrated me, but instead of chopping it all off, I let Saul brush and tie it every day, not only because it was relaxing, but because I knew he enjoyed it.

So did I. I relished Chris’s attention and wanted the satisfaction I felt when I’d done something that made him happy, but with Saul it was all about making me happy, and I loved every second.

I wasn’t stupid, despite the number of times Mom and Dad had tried to make me believe I was, and having the freedom of a laptop here I’d done a lot of gazing at things I honestly thought I’d never be able to have.

The more I tasted a certain word on my lips the more I was certain. Saul had said himself he acted as a submissive for Chris but he wasn’t just that.

Could Saul be a Daddy?

The water sloshing in the bathroom pulled me from my thoughts.

I slipped off the bed, my legs still a bit wobbly, and made my way to the doorway.

Saul was kneeling beside the large tub, testing the water temperature with his hand.

He had added something that filled the bathroom with the scent of lavender and vanilla, and bubbles frothed across the surface.

"Is it ready?" I asked softly.

Saul looked up, his smile warm and tender in a way that made my heart skip. "Almost perfect. Come here."

I crossed to him, suddenly shy again despite what we'd just shared. Saul stood, his eyes taking in my nakedness with open appreciation. "Beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.