by Cara Dee
"Good boy." His touch ignites me, rubbing seductive patterns across my bottom. There's the sound of a bottle opening. Then cold. I hiss and shudder. "Princess, give your brother a kiss for being so good."
I hadn't realized my eyes had closed. At the soft brush of Gabby's lips against mine, I open my eyes and see the tenderness in hers. And the sense of knowing. Knowing I've needed this for so fucking long. I wasn’t made to be in control.
I smile and kiss her back.
I'm amazed by the power a touch can have. Gabby can draw out my playfulness with one little nip, Daddy can make me admit defeat with a firm hand on my body, and that’s just the physical touches. It would take me forever and a day to fully grasp the mental and emotional bondage they both have me in.
I don’t need to grasp it, but I'll take that forever and a day with them, please.
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