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We moved to the bedroom, where Daddy had already turned down the covers and lit a few candles. The soft glow transformed our bedroom into something almost sacred. Chris guided me to the center of the bed, his touch gentle but authoritative.

"How do you want me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris exchanged a look with Daddy, some silent communication passing between them. "Tonight," he said, settling beside me, "we want to show you something."

Saul climbed onto the bed on my other side, his hand finding mine. "If it's too much, just say the word and we'll stop."

Curiosity mingled with anticipation as I looked between them. "What is it?"

Instead of answering, Chris leaned in to kiss me deeply, his hand cupping my face. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire. "Watch," he commanded. Then he turned to Daddy and Daddy stood up, remaining still. He kept his gaze downward.

I watched, transfixed, as Chris circled him slowly, his hand trailing across Saul's shoulders. The tension between them was palpable, charged with both anticipation and trust. This was a side of their relationship I'd glimpsed but never fully witnessed—Saul yielding completely to Chris's dominance.

"Color?" Chris asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

"Green, Sir," Saul replied without hesitation, his eyes downcast and his body relaxed.

“Good,” Chris praised, then glanced at me. "Jesse, come here."

I moved closer, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"I want you to see how beautiful submission can be," Chris explained, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck. "How it's given freely, not taken. How it's about trust, not fear."

I swallowed hard, understanding washing over me. They were showing me this to help me separate what had happened with Graham from what true submission meant.

"Daddy?" I whispered, looking at Saul with new eyes.

Saul smiled, warm and reassuring despite his submissive posture. "It's okay, baby. This is something I choose."

Chris turned to Saul, and the energy between them shifted subtly. Saul's posture changed, becoming more yielding as Chris's became more commanding. I'd seen hints of this dynamic between them, but never so clearly displayed.

"On your knees," Chris commanded, his voice dropping to that deep register that never failed to send shivers down my spine.

Saul moved immediately, gracefully settling onto his knees between Chris's spread legs, his expression one of eager submission. The sight of my normally nurturing Daddy yielding so completely to Chris took my breath away.

"Good boy," Chris murmured, running his fingers through Saul's hair before gripping it firmly. "Show Jesse how beautifully you serve me."

Saul's eyes fluttered closed briefly at the praise before he leaned forward, taking Chris's impressive length into his mouth without hesitation.

The moan that escaped Chris resonated through me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene before me—Chris powerful and commanding, Saul devoted and yielding.

"Watch carefully," Chris told me, his eyes finding mine even as Saul worked him skillfully. "See how Daddy gives himself over completely? How there's strength in his submission?"

I nodded, mesmerized by the trust and love evident in their exchange. Saul's hands rested on Chris's thighs, not to control but to steady himself as he took Chris deeper, his movements both practiced and worshipful.

"I won’t ever demand this from you," Chris continued, his voice slightly breathless now. "I would never expect it, unless you ever want to try.” Saul hollowed his cheeks out and Chris closed his eyes. They were lost in their own bubble, and surprisingly I wasn’t jealous.

I wasn’t sure I could be everything Chris needed me to be but that didn’t matter.

Saul submitted for his Dom, and I let him spoil and nurture me.

In turn Chris cared for and protected us both.

We all fulfilled something the other needed.

Chris cried out in another moment and Saul continued to swallow until Sir laid a hand on his shoulder.

I was fairly vibrating with need, and coming in the bath had barely taken the edge off.

Saul let Chris’s spent cock slide from his lips and Chris bent, cupping his cheek and took Saul’s lips in a bruising kiss.

I moaned, imagining tasting Chris on my tongue, wanting that. Needing that.

Chris turned to me and smiled, and climbed on the bed laying down and opened his arms. “Come here, boy.” My breath hitched as I crawled over him.

Both Chris and Daddy had prepped me every night for nearly two whole weeks with their fingers and different size butt plugs.

I’d tried to convince them I was ready, but after the abuse I’d suffered they both vowed I would never experience an ounce of pain ever again.

“Now Saul, I think he’s ready for you.”

Daddy got out the lube they both liked and positioned himself behind me. Chris brought me up on my knees, our cocks almost touching, my arms around his neck, his arms gripping my hips to hold me up.

Saul trailed his fingers down my spine as I rocked forward at his touch, then gasped as his finger trailed down my crack. “Daddy!”

Chris chuckled as I squirmed and rocked as Daddy spread the lube around my hole, fingering me as he had done for so many nights, then adding some to Chris’s hand when he held it out.

Chris reached down between us and fisted my cock.

The sudden glorious sensation made me cry out just as I felt Daddy’s cock push in.

Chris slid his palm over the top of my sensitive cock and I nearly came right then, but Daddy retreated a moment and added more lube.

“Such a good boy,” Daddy murmured, and Chris captured my lips. Saul pushed in and then waited but I was too busy feeling so much and having Chris kiss me to form any sort of coherent acknowledgement.

“Baby?” Daddy asked.

“Don’t stop,” I croaked out. “Please don’t stop.”

Daddy pushed right back in and it sent me forward into Chris’s fist. I opened my mouth to say something, cry, pant, beg, but Chris swallowed all my sounds before they left my throat.

Pressure built like nothing I’d felt before, and I yanked my lips free of Chris’s. “Sir,” I nearly screamed, but it was Daddy that answered.

“When you’re ready, beautiful boy.”

Pleasure surged through my body, and I barely registered the pulsing in my ass as Daddy emptied himself in me because I felt like I’d exploded in a pounding shower of color and utter bliss.

Chris caught me as I collapsed forward, my body trembling with aftershocks.

Behind me, Saul pressed gentle kisses along my spine, his hands steadying my hips as he carefully withdrew.

The loss of him inside me made me whimper, but then I was being cradled between them both, their hands soothing and gentle.

"So beautiful," Chris murmured, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. "You took Daddy so well."

"Perfect," Saul agreed, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed kisses to my shoulder. "Our perfect boy."

I floated in their praise, my body humming with satisfaction and my heart so full it felt like it might burst. This was what I'd never known existed—not just pleasure, but safety. Belonging. Love that asked for nothing but what I freely gave.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Both of you. So much."

Chris smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made my heart skip. "And we love you, Jesse. More than you can imagine."

Daddy returned with a warm washcloth, tenderly cleaning me while whispering sweet praise.

I smiled up at them both, my heart so full it felt like it might burst. I had two Daddies.

One that liked tucking my bear into my arms before he insisted I needed an afternoon nap while I was healing, and my other growly Daddy I called Sir, who would protect the both of us with his life.

After a moment Chris broke the silence. “I’m hungry.”

He didn’t seem to appreciate that both Daddy and I thought that was hysterically funny, even when we both soothed him by agreeing, and I let my Daddy dress me in my new pajamas, and my Sir demonstrate his fireman carry by taking me to the kitchen.