Suffering Part 6: No Longer

Chapter 7

The first light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. The bedroom is warm and inviting, with plush bedding and the subtle scent of lavender lingering in the air.

You find yourself nestled between Lucius and Severus, their strong bodies providing a cocoon of warmth and security. Both men are clad only in their boxers, their chiseled forms partially draped in the luxurious sheets.

Lucius is on your left, his platinum blonde hair tousled and his blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he stirs awake. His arm is draped possessively over your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

On your right, Severus is still half-asleep, his dark hair falling across his face. His hand rests gently on your thigh, his touch sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.

You let out a contented sigh, enjoying the rare moment of tranquility before the chaos of the day begins. As you shift slightly, Lucius tightens his grip on you, his voice a husky whisper. "Good morning, my little bird," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Did you sleep well?"

You smile, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Yes, Daddy," you reply softly. "How could I not, with you two keeping me warm?"

Severus stirs, his hand sliding a bit higher on your thigh as he opens his eyes. "Morning, Princess," he says, his voice deep and rough with sleep. "It seems someone is feeling playful this morning."

You giggle softly, the sound causing both men to smile. "Can you blame me?," you tease, "I have two very big hard cocks on either side of me."

Lucius chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. "So?" he asks, his tone playful. "Doesn't mean they belong to you."

Severus smirks, his hand moving to your hip. "Maybe," he says, his eyes darkening with desire. "We will take care of each other, and you can go handle breakfast."

You pout, sticking out your lower lip dramatically. "That's not fair," you whine, squirming between them. "I want to play too."

Lucius raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh, is our little princess feeling left out?" he teases, his hand sliding lower on your waist.

Severus chuckles, his grip on your hip tightening slightly. "It seems she is," he agrees, his voice dripping with amusement. "Perhaps she needs to learn her place."

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't approve of this," you say defiantly, your bratty tone making both men laugh.

Lucius leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Then maybe you should behave, little bird."

Severus's hand moves to your chin, tilting your head so you're looking into his eyes. "Or maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge," he says softly, his gaze intense.

You shiver, a thrill of excitement running through you at their dominant tones. "I know who's in charge," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's the Princess."

Lucius's hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank top. "Is that so?," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "She still doesn't know her place."

Severus's hand grips your hip more firmly, his eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and challenge. "It seems our little princess needs a lesson," he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive.

You pout defiantly, feeling a surge of bratty defiance. "You're both being very annoying this morning. Bet you're both chicken," you say, your tone teasing but with an edge of daring.