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“Come for us, Princess. Give Daddy one more.”
His words have us all on the edge, so I push Lev forward, making his front press into Evie’s back. I reach around to pinch her nipple which sends her over the cliff. When she comes, we all fall with her. The room fills with moans of lust and growls of passion as we let go.
Once we’re finished, we collapse in a pile of limbs, Evie on top of Alexi’s chest trying to catch her breath. I look over at her; she looks sated, exhausted, and completely undone. Her body is limp, her hair all over as Alexi tries to smooth it back to see how she’s doing. The whole point was to push her, but we never want to push her too far.
She honestly doesn’t even look like she’s in the room with us as she closes her eyes, her whole body relaxes and her breathing slows. When the three of us exchange a glance, we all know what needs to happen next.
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Aftercare is one of my favorite things with Evie. Before her, I never cared much for the lovey dovey shit you were required to do with a sub. I did it because I respected them letting me use their bodies, but I didn’t get any joy out of it. Honestly, most of the time, it felt like a chore.
So when I scoop Evie into my arms and sit by the small pool while Lev gets it ready with bubble bath and oils, I’m shocked to find just how much peace the moment brings me. Subspace is great for subs, but for Doms, our high usually comes from having control. Except, holding her in my arms and pulling her hair back to keep it from getting more tangled brings me a satisfaction I didn’t really know existed.
Alexi started cooking for us, his way of taking care of her after a scene, and Lev likes the intimacy of the bath, but this is what I’m coming to love. The sweet touches and her lying so peacefully in my arms.
This is what I wanted her to be able to have at night when we suggested she start therapy. I wanted to be able to hold her and see peace written into every feature of her face.
I keep my touches light and gentle, but I’m sure to stay moving so that she stays tethered to the present. One thing that can help prevent drops is having sure and firm anchors. My hand rubs over her head, massages her temples, then moves down her arms as I lightly massage her muscles.
I examine the rope marks on her wrists and kiss them gently, unable to separate myself from her skin. All too soon, Lev takes her and I finish my job by bringing them both water to rehydrate and kissing Lev on the forehead.
I strip the bed and set it up with clean fluffy blankets I know Lev and Evie both love. The table isn’t large enough for us all to eat at, so I set up more bottles of water by the bed and bring over some electrolyte packages as well.
I can’t help the anxious energy I feel from not being able to see her. So, as soon as I’m done, I move to the doorway and watch Lev take care of our girl.
Chapter 33
I’m floating. Every piece of my body feels like it’s no longer part of me but something bigger. My mind isn’t my own as I think about how good everything felt, but I can’t seem to open my eyes. I can’t seem to do anything other than lay here.
I feel gentle hands cleaning me up, then strong arms envelop me. I feel the water as I sink down, but I’m helpless to keep myself up, paralyzed in a state of euphoria I was unaware existed. This must be subspace. It’s complete and total freedom.
All my life I’ve craved control and peace, wanting them to coexist within my mind harmoniously. Right now, it’s there. I can feel it.
A body presses against me, but I can’t tell who as I feel myself sliding further and further into the heat, the smell of leaves and spearmint surrounding me. My arms float to the top of the water, only adding to the weightless feeling in my chest.
A firm hand presses to my abdomen, keeping me above the water to breathe, but I’m not even sure if I want to. Life’s gotten so hard. Every move we make is so stressful and overwhelming. All I want is this, whatever it is, to last.
My eyes slowly slide open as the aroma of steak reaches me and my stomach growls. We never ate dinner and my lunch was small because Alexi said he was grilling tonight. I want to bathe in his food. This man can cook. Whoever said food was the way to a man's heart had shit twisted. Cook a meal for a woman, and you’ve got a partner for life.
Long fingers thread through my hair, working water through it and dividing the knots carefully. The softness is how I know I’m in Lev’s arms. Candles are lit around the bathroom, the tub is easily the size of a small pool. My feet are nowhere near touching the other side as they float to the surface. Lev helps guide my body so I can float on my back.
He supports me for a while, moving me from side to side and keeping the lightness in my chest for just a little longer.
Once I can move my hands, I tuck them close to my body, wanting to curl up into a bed. Lev clearly knows what I’m doing, so he folds my body into his. He takes a seat inside the massive tub while keeping me close.
His arms surround me, making me feel safe, comforted. Everything he always is to me. He’s my safe space, my ghost. I tilt my head back and press a gentle kiss to his jaw.
“I love you,” I whisper, so low I’m not sure how he even hears it.
“I love you most.” The only reason I let him get away with that statement is because I’m not sure if I could voice anything else at the moment, and I don’t want the euphoria to end.
Damien comes in after a few minutes and takes me from Lev’s arms, not letting me do a single thing for myself. He dries my body and dresses me in one of his shirts. I attempt to walk but should have known better. He scoops me up immediately and carries me to the bed. A gentle kiss graces my cheek, and then he’s tucking me in, sitting me upright before the three of them pile on the bed with plates of steak and mashed potatoes. My stomach growls again, and we all burst into laughter.
“I’ve never met anyone that can eat like you,” Alexi says, holding up his glass of wine as if to toast to me.
I raise a large bite of steak in turn and shove it in my mouth, moaning over how fucking perfect it is. The salt dots my tongue, making me salivate. The steak’s texture is perfect as it falls apart on my tongue, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a better piece of meat in my mouth. Well, maybe the three dicks in front of me. But this is second to that.
When my eyes open they are all staring at me, food poised just below their mouths.
