Page 132 of Corrupting Cami

I did, fighting every instinct to beg again. When I reached ten, they repositioned me, still blindfolded and restrained, but now on my back on the bench. More vulnerable, exposed, and theirs.

“You’re doing so well,” Lex praised, his hand splaying over my stomach. “So perfect for us. We love you like this—trusting and surrendering. Do you know how beautiful you are right now?”

I couldn’t answer, could only moan as Majesty’s mouth found my breast, as Lex’s fingers finally touched me where I needed them most.

They orchestrated it perfectly, bringing me right to the edge, then commanding me over it. The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, so intense I might have screamed their names. They held me through it, praising me, steadying me, loving me.

Then they positioned themselves. Majesty behind me, Lex in front and took me together, filling me completely. The blindfold stayed on as they moved in perfect synchronization, one pushing in as the other pulled back, keeping me full and overwhelmed and absolutely wrecked.

“Our girl,” Majesty groaned.

“So perfect,” Lex agreed.

When I came again, they followed, and the three of us collapsed into a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths.

They removed my restraints with gentle hands, checking each wrist for marks. Majesty wrapped me in the softest blanket while Lex brought water and chocolate-covered strawberries.

“How do you feel?” Lex asked, settling beside me on the nest of blankets they’d prepared on the floor.

“Perfect,” I whispered.

Majesty pulled me against his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Thank you,” I admitted. “Even though I completely forgot about it.”

“That just means we get to surprise you again next year,” Lex said with a grin.

Next year. The casual certainty of it, the assumption that we’d still be, made my chest tight with emotion.

“I love you,” I sighed, knowing that I was doomed to my emotions, knowing how vulnerable it made me to them. I didn’t think they’d misuse my feelings though.

“We love you too,” they said in unison.

Happy tears burst free. This was mine. They were mine, and I was theirs. They held me through it, whispering affirmations, promises, praise, and love until I drifted off, completely safe in their arms, knowing that this was just the beginning of our story.

The End