And we all do, at the same time. They howl as their cocks release their seed into me, filling me up to the brim. With a smile on my face and two cocks inside me, I feel complete. There are no words. Just happiness. So good.
“Fuck that was amazing …” Daniel pants.
“I … I …” I mutter as Master Marcus hugs my back, breathing raggedly.
I don’t know how else to say it, so I’ll just go for it.
“Both of you … I love you so much.”
No response.
Just stares.
Two awkwardly long stares as I look at both of them, glancing from one to the other.
But only Daniel eventually smiles.
23
Daniel
A few days later
She leans back against my chest as I massage her shoulders, short gasps and soft moans leaving her mouth. I smile, knowing I can make her relax and forget about everything, even if only for a short while. Her body is much less fragile than before, and she’s filled out quite nicely in the past few weeks. If I didn’t know any better, I could almost say she looks like a normal girl now.
Every time I touch her skin, a jolt of electricity shoots through my veins, reminding me how much I love to be close to her. She radiates like the sun, her very smile capable of lighting up the world.
At least, to me.
To me … she is everything.
I don’t know how I came to cherish her so much, but I do.
She’s the only thing in this life that matters to me, that I cling to. Not my Master, her.
She is the master of my heart.
But she can crumple it in her hands all the same.
When she told us she loved us, I could not be happier. All I wanted to do was grab her and hold her even tighter than I already was. I couldn’t be close enough. I wanted to let her know I was there for her, and I always will be. She means the world to me, and for the first time, it finally felt like she could be feeling the same thing for me.
I can’t look inside her mind, but I know she has to feel it. She always wants to do things together, like cleaning and cooking. Training with me makes her smile, and we always end up hugging and kissing. Even in front of our Master, she still shows her affection toward me. She finally doesn’t care anymore that he’s watching us.
The only problem to me is that she loves him too.
I know he owns us, and it’s his right, but I don’t want to share her.
However, I know I have no other choice because she loves him, and I want her to be happy.
So I accept it. I accept her love for him and his need to take care of her. Whatever that means.
He doesn’t want to love her in return.
He keeps saying that he can’t.
When she told us she loved us, right after fucking us, he immediately left and locked himself in his room. He didn’t come back out until later that night and told her never to say those words to him again.
I saw her teary eyes but chose not to act. I didn’t want to cause an argument.
When the night came, she slept in my room, in my bed, in my arms.
But the only thing she wanted to talk about wasn’t us … it was about him and his inability to accept her love.
I calmed her down and told her it was okay, and that he just needed time, but I know better than that. He can’t be trusted, but I won’t bother her with my judgment when it’ll only hurt her more.
The only thing I could do was cuddle with her and give her some of the chocolate Marcus had stashed away in one of the cupboards. She ate it eagerly, with the tears still staining her cheeks, and even gave one block to me. As I ate it, I accidentally licked her fingers, and she giggled. At least, I could make her laugh.
After the night was over, both of them went on with their regular lives, pretending nothing had happened. I don’t know how they do it, but it’s happening right in front of my eyes.
She’s her usual cheery self to him, always smiling and very talkative.
It’s aggravating, confusing, but above all, good. Good that she is happy, even if it’s all a lie.
“Ouch,” she groans.
I take my hands off her shoulders. “Oops, sorry. Got a little too enthusiastic there.”
“It’s okay.” She grabs my hand and squeezes tight. “It felt good. My muscles are much less tense now. Thank you.”
I smile at her. “No problem.” I lean over to kiss her on the forehead.
The television is blaring, and she continues to watch it incessantly. I admire her ability to absorb so much content and information. I get tired after one day of that, but she can do it any day of the week. She loves learning, loves everything about this world. It’s as if she can never get enough. To me, it only strengthens the idea that she should be free. One day …
“Crap,” she suddenly says, and she jumps up from the couch and rushes into the bathroom.
Frowning, I walk after her and find her puking into the toilet bowl.
“Oh, no.” I go to her and grab her hair, holding it for her so it won’t get dirty. I don’t care that she’s puking. I don’t care about any of the filth. I only care about her and her wellness.
When she’s done, she reaches for some toilet paper and rubs her mouth with it. I grab a towel and hand it to her.
“Thanks,” she says.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sick.”
I bite my lip. “Do you think it’s … nah.”
I don’t want to make her worry, but I guess it’s too late now, seeing as she’s turned around and looking at me with peculiar eyes. “What?”
“Well … Master’s sickness …”
Her eyes widen. “You think I have the same?”
“I don’t know. I’m just considering it’s an option.”
I help her get up, and she rubs her forehead, wiping away the sweat. “No, no, that’s not possible. He had a stomach ulcer. That’s not contagious.”
“Unless he was lying.”
She makes a face at me and jerks her arm away. “I just have the flu. That’s all.”
She turns her head and walks away from me, back into the living room, but I can’t shake the fear coursing through my veins. She might be okay with this, but I’m not. I won’t let her get sick. I have to know the truth.
So I march to his room and slam open the door.
***
Marcus
When my door slams open, I try not to move, even though it’s difficult. If I do, I might get the urge to puke again.
“No wonder you didn’t come to eat breakfast with us this morning. When I knocked on your door this morning, you told me you hadn’t slept and needed some extra rest, telling me you’d come later. Now, I’m starting to think that was all a lie too.”
“What?” I mutter, my eyes cracking open.
It’s Daniel, and he looks furious.
“You’re lying about all of it, aren’t you?” he says through gritted teeth.
“What are you talking about?” I say with a raspy voice.
“You said you had a stomach ulcer, but it’s something else, isn’t it? You’re sick. Again.”
Frowning, I take the cloth from my forehead and sit up a little. Everything hurts. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and my stomach almost turns upside down, but I try to manage by holding myself. When I look at myself in the mirror, I notice my face is pale as snow.
I’m way too sick to be getting up right now. However, I must talk with Daniel. “What makes you think that?”
“Stomach ulcers don’t return. You don’t just get sick over and over again,” he snaps, making a fist.
“Yes, they do,” I say.
It’s all I can say.
“You made her sick too.”
My face remains rigid as I cock my head, my left eye twitching. “Close the door, please.”
At first, it looks like he wants to scream and deny my request, but then he probably realizes he won’t get the answers he seeks. Grinding his teeth,
he steps farther inside and closes the door behind him. “She’s sick. She just puked. You can’t tell me that’s normal.”
“It’s not, but I didn’t give it to her.”
It’s the truth.
“So you admit you don’t have a stomach ulcer?” he spits.
“I never said that,” I say, pulling off the sweat-soaked sheets so I can face him.
“Then how do you know you didn’t give it to her?” he asks.
I sigh, gazing down at the carpet before attempting to get up. My legs are shaky, and my feet are barely able to support me.
Daniel steps forward. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but if you’re going to try and outrun me, it won’t work.”
I stop to laugh. “Really?”
He grimaces. “I’m not kidding. I’ll fight you if I have to.”
“No thanks. I’ve seen the training. You have skills. And in case you didn’t notice, I’m not very equipped to fight right now.” I point at my quaky legs.
“Then what are you trying to do? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me the truth.”
“That’s what I figured too,” I say.
“What?” he says, looking confused.
I raise a brow at him. “You heard me.” And then I cough.
“You’re just going to give me the truth now? Just like that?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely …” I muse.
He narrows his eyes at me, which I take as a thank you instead of a snarl.
Holding onto the nightstand, I take the key that’s around my neck and push it into the lock of the drawer. Twisting it, I hear it click. Daniel watches me as I open the drawer and take out a few papers.
“I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice,” I say.
I hold them out for him to see.
He glances at me, saying, “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Read it.”
With furrowed brows, he directs his attention toward the paper, his eyes skidding across the paper as his lips part, repeating the words without making a sound. Slowly but surely, his pupils start to dilate and the paper begins to tremble in his hands.
When he’s reached the end, he hands it back to me, making a face. “What is this?”
“The truth.”
“No. It can’t be.”
“You wanted the truth? Here it is.” I put the paper back where it belongs.
“Oh God …” He puts his fingers in his hair. “This is for real?”
“As real as it gets.” I sit back down on my bed.
“How long have you kept this secret?”
“Too long.” I shrug. “Does that make me a monster?”
“No. Yes. No …” He makes a growling noise. “You should’ve told her!”
“No,” I spit. “Absolutely not.”
He steps forward, pointing at the door. “She deserves to know. Go out there and tell her the truth. You lied to her face.”
I get up once more, determined to let him know how I feel. “I lied to protect her.”
We’re both breathing heavily in each other’s face, neither one of us backing down.
“I don’t care what you think of me. But not telling her means keeping her happy. Safe.”
“She’ll hate you if she finds out,” he says through gritted teeth.
“So be it.”
“Maybe I should tell her,” he says.
“And then what? What do you expect to get out of it? What do you think will happen?”
“I don’t know, but it’s better than lying to her face!”
“Sometimes lying is the only good thing one can do!” I grab his arms. “Promise me you won’t tell her. Promise me you’ll keep this between the two of us.”
He makes a face. “I can’t.”
I shake him with the last bit of strength I have. “Yes, you can. Do it for her. Do it because you love her.”
He lashes out at me. “Don’t talk to me about love. What have you ever done for her?”
I lean in and whisper, “I killed for her.” I can see the fear crippling him. “I did what no one should ever do, and I’ve done it many times before. I doubt you ever did something like that.”
“But—”
“She can’t know,” I repeat with a low voice. “For her sake.”
“I promised her I wouldn’t lie to her,” he says, swallowing.
“She won’t know if you don’t say a word. You have to do it … for her. Do you understand?”
After a while, he nods, so I let him go and fall back down on the bed.
“Promise me …” I whisper, and I take the key off my neck and hold it out to him. I look him directly in the eye as I push the key into his hands and close his fingers around it. “Take it.”
With a concerned look on his face, he puts the key in the lock and turns it, securing the documents in place. It pains me that I had to show it to him, but it was the last thing I could do to stop him from pushing her beyond her breaking point. She doesn’t need to know.
“I …” he stammers.
I lie back down. “Go back to her. Make her feel good. She’s sick, right? So go help her out.”
“Yes …” he says, walking out of my room completely fazed.
Swallowing, I place the wet cloth back on my forehead, realizing full well what I’ve just unleashed.
I guess it was only a matter of time.
It’s better this way.
Now, she won’t have to love me anymore.
24
Daniel
It’s the middle of the night, but my eyes are still wide open.
I can’t sleep.
My heart pounds, questions floating through my head, and an impossible choice I couldn’t possibly make. The only thing keeping me tethered to the bed is her.
Ava lies in my arms, spooning me, her warm presence calming the storm in my head.
She’s been sleeping in my bed ever since I told her I loved her.
She hasn’t gone back to her own bed, but she hasn’t visited Master Marcus either.
It’s as if she doesn’t want to acknowledge, let alone see, him when he’s ill. Like it will magically disappear if she stops thinking about it.
That, and he never told her he loved her too.
Since that day, all she’s done is lean on me.
Both literally and figuratively.
She talks only to me now, and I find comfort in the fact that she chose me instead of him. Although it makes me wonder if he’s not at all upset about her picking me. But he never mentions it, let alone talks to either of us about it. He rarely even makes it out of his bed.
Sometimes, I get the feeling she finally realizes his love for her is different from mine.
Mine is unconditional. Filled with laughter, fun, happiness.
His is nurturing, caring, praising.
I can only hope she chose me because she felt it was better for her.
And as she lies here in my arms, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll always pick me from now on.
If we’ll stay together.
I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen.
I lean against her and smell her hair. It calms me a little knowing she’s beside me. The world may keep spinning, but without her, it would stop.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer, burying my head in the nook of her neck.
“Can’t sleep either?” she suddenly whispers.
I hadn’t noticed her eyes were open.
“Nightmares,” I say. I don’t want to make her worry, so I peck her on the back and say, “Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t.” Her stomach growls and she covers her belly with her hand.
“Hungry?” I ask, smiling.
She nods.
I pull the blanket off me and get up from the bed. “I’ll go make something for you.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she says, sitting up straight.
I glance over my shoulder at her
as I walk out. “No, but I want to. Be right back.”
I sneak into the kitchen and grab a plate, knife, some bread, and a pot of peanut butter and jelly spread, and start making a sandwich. Right then, I hear someone puking in the bathroom. I lower the knife and listen to the sounds. It’s Marcus and he sounds quite ill. After flushing the toilet, he turns on the shower and steps under. That means he’s away from his room.
Away from the desk with the locked drawer.
The drawer I now have the key to.
A voice in my head tells me I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. It’ll only stir up more hatred and arguments, and she’ll only hate me for it.
But I can’t let this opportunity pass.
I must know what else he’s hiding.
I’ve already discovered one lie, but I doubt it’s the only one.
So I quickly cut the sandwich in half and pick up the plate. As I make my way through the hall, I notice her hands opening the door to my room, her half-opened eyes peeking out.
“What’s going on? I hear a shower. It’s the middle of the night.”
“Master’s sick,” I say, walking toward her.
“Oh no, maybe I should go check on him.” She attempts to get out, but I stop her by holding the door.
“He’s all right. He just needs some time to get better. I think he’s best left alone right now.”
“But maybe he needs help,” she says.
“If he needs help, he’ll call out for us. I think he just wants some time to calm down. The shower probably helps.”
“Maybe …” She furrows her brows, and then she looks down at the sandwich, her stomach growling again.
“If you’re that worried, I’ll go check on him. Okay? Just stay here.” I hand her the plate.
She nods. “Thank you.”
“Go back to bed. Eat it there.”
“Yes, Sir,” she muses jokingly.
I wish she’d sometimes joke when she talks to him like that.
Sighing, I close the door behind her and make my way to his room.
I feel a pang in my stomach, but I ignore it, knowing full well I’m not doing what I told her I would do. I make my way to his room and quickly take out the key I keep on a wire around my neck and stick it in the lock. When the drawer opens, I take everything out, including the paper he let me read and a gun. I don’t hesitate to tuck it into my pants.
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