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“But…I need…what about…”
“I asked if you’d read up on it, little one.You told me no.We decided you needed to experience it firsthand.”
“Welcome to orgasm denial,” Dylan winked, scrubbing a hand over his nectar-coated chin.Clenching my jaw to keep from screaming, I moaned.“Come, kitten.It won’t be quite so frustrating when you focus on something else for a bit.Besides, we enjoy watching you simmer.”
Shaking with need and frustration, I closed my eyes, then counted to ten.It wasn’t enough numbers.So, I counted again…and again.
“Can I at least put some clothes on, Sirs?I’d rather not fry bacon nude,” I huffed.
“Since you used that snarky tone of voice, you don’t even get to wear an apron.”Nick frowned.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I mewled.“It’s just that I’m—”
“Wet?Ready?Needy?”
“And climbing out of my skin.”I nodded.
“Good.”He smiled.
“Why is that good?Sir.”
“Because it pleases us.And because we know when we finally give you permission to come, it’s going to be an epic explosion.”
“Biblical,” Dylan seconded.“You have no clue how erotic you look and feel when you shatter.”
At least, I had something to look forward to…eventually.
As Nick and Dylan donned their jeans, I took guilty satisfaction in the pained expression on their faces as they tucked their swollen erections into the denim.I wasn’t the only one suffering.
Either I was too horny to care or growing accustomed to the plug, but it no longer felt like I had a giant sequoia shoved up my butt.My tender ring continued to throb and I had to remain focused on clenching the base, but I managed to keep the anal intruder in place better than the day before.
When breakfast was over—thankfully, Nick fried the bacon—and the dishes done, the two men carried in more wood from the mud room.I held the door for them, shivering as the bitter cold wind wafted over my naked body.The sun shining through the kitchen window suggested warmth, but it was only a guise.
“Dammit, Savannah,” Dylan groused.“Your lips are purple and you’re trembling like a leaf.Get your ass into a hot bath or back in bed.We’ve got this.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied as my teeth chattered.
Stretched out in the bubbling hot spa tub, I savored my time alone.I was used to my isolation…it was familiar.But after several short minutes, I realized I missed my Doms.How had I grown accustomed to their presence so quickly?
The question you should be asking is how did you fall in love with them so quickly?
The tiny voice in my head unleashed a torrent of fear.
Sucking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes.I couldn’t be in love with them.My mind was simply confusing love with gratitude.It was perfectly normal to feel indebted to them.They’d not only rescued me, but brought the submissive inside me to life.
As I tried to rationalize away my feelings, it grew increasingly obvious I was merely lying to myself.Isolating my heart was impossible.
The bubbles churned and gurgled as I began to dissect the emotions they’d brought to life.By their own admission, they cared about me, but not enough for them to open their hearts or rearrange their lives to include me.And how narcissistic was it of me to expect them to?
The way they pampered me and fed my submission only made me want to please them more.Their patience was so unparalleled that, like a bridge, it built a solid foundation of trust.
It was going to gut me when our time was through.But I knew in my heart neither of them would smile and tell me to have a nice life when I walked out the door.They’d never purposely hurt me…physically or emotionally.That, in itself, was a priceless, golden safety net.
So what if I loved them?Loving someone wasn’t a bad thing.I loved several people in my life.After all Dylan and Nick had done for me, it was only natural to add them to the list of those near and dear to my heart.
Besides, they weren’t geared for a serious relationship any more than I was.Even if they were, I certainly wouldn’t be in the running to capturetheirhearts.They probably had more subs at Genesis than I could shake a stick at.Sure, I might be special to them, but I suspected there were a lot of women far more special to them than me.Harboring stupid sophomoric fantasies was futile.
We were snowed in.I was convenient.By the end of next week, they probably wouldn’t give me a second thought.I’d be nothing more than a notch on their proverbial flogger.
